Chapter 96: Growing Pains (Part 2)

Schiller was standing next to the bed, where a patient without arms was lying. He was still in a coma. Dr. Connors adjusted the instrument and said, "The drug injected by the military is not perfect. It is very likely to damage their nervous system." He sighed and said, "It is not certain whether he can wake up." "Is he your former comrade-in-arms?" "No, I have not seen him on the battlefield, but he is also my comrade-in-arms. We have both held the same belief and went to the battlefield." Stark stood on the other side of the bed in silence. He was very sensitive to other people's emotions, but he always felt that Connors was very calm, as calm as the sea before the storm. Stark thought, if it were him, would he do whatever it took to retaliate against those who brought him such pain and anger? Stark never thought that one day he would stand in the position of his opponents and think for them. This perspective shocked him a lot, because he found that the so-called bad guys he once thought of could not do better than them if he were replaced by himself. This was something Stark had never expected. He had always felt that he was omnipotent, but now he discovered that his arrogance might have been built on the vacuum created by others.

During this period of time, he experienced firsthand the difficulty of dealing with everything by himself without Pepper's care and Obadiah's protection.

On the one hand, he learned to take care of himself with difficulty, and on the other hand, he had to work hard to deal with various forces. He had to learn and use the treacherous methods that once disgusted him.

Until this moment, Stark realized that perhaps he had been living in a cradle before. He had lived for so many years, but only recently, he had just stepped out of the cradle and toddled to face the real world.

Schiller asked, "What are you going to do? Although Robert is dead, the officers of the Tartu faction have not all disappeared. They have always believed in their theory of super soldiers, and once they find that the information of the Extremis Project has been leaked, they will definitely try every means to kill them all."

"After all, once the information you have is exposed, it will be enough to shake the prestige of the entire military system. Even if they are not officers of the Tartu faction, they will not allow this to happen."

"I have been prepared for a long time." Connors said, "I am prepared to be a mute."

"What do you think I will do? Avoid the military and find ways to publish this information?" Connors shook his head and said, "I have long known that this is useless."

"Those people always have a way to make ordinary people believe what they should believe and erase all the things that ordinary people should not believe. Even if I There are ways to make some people believe that this is true, but people are forgetful. "

"Just like what we have experienced before, when we went to the battlefield, everyone applauded and called us heroes, but when we came back, the cold eyes and discrimination we suffered would not be better because of the glory of the past."

"We just disappeared from this society for a short time, and they forgot about us. Forgetting is a terrible thing. It can turn white into black, and it can also eliminate all the deep sins of the past."

"I will wait forever. I have waited for a long time, and I am not afraid to wait longer."

"I will wait until they can't erase my name from history, and then expose it all."

Connors' tone was calm, but everyone could feel a kind of power from his tone, which might be the precipitation of anger and the condensation of the flame of revenge.

Late at night, just as Schiller was about to go to bed, he received a call from Stark, who said, "I have an appointment for two hours of psychological treatment now."

"Do you want me to scold you again?"

"I'm serious. I will pay for the consultation."

"You have to pay for the consultation last time, too."

Stark was speechless. He stamped his feet and said, "I'm on the roof of your house now. If you don't come up, I'll let Jarvis start the emergency awakening measures."

After a while, Schiller stood on the edge of the roof, and Stark stood with him in a mecha. Schiller asked, "Has anyone ever told you that every time you are half- When you run out in a mecha at night without sleeping, it's like writing a line of big words on your face - 'I am a lost dog that no one wants'? "

"I say it again, I pay for psychological treatment, not to be scolded. "

"Then I will say it again, others will not be scolded because they will not ask a psychologist to give them two hours of psychological treatment at two o'clock in the morning. "

"I will pay you overtime pay, any amount is fine."

"It seems that you can only use this mecha and the fact that you are rich to cover up your current state of insecurity. "

Stark was silent.

"Every time you come to see me in a mecha, it's like telling me that your current situation is difficult to deal with and you have to pay more."

"No wonder you raise the price every time. "

Stark hesitated for a moment, but still opened the mask. He said, "Do you think I should do something? I mean... Connors's affairs. I also don't like the military's plan. As a hero of justice, should I teach those inhumane demons a lesson?"

"If you want to help Connors, just say so."

"I don't want to help him. Why would I want to help the big lizard that messed up my building?"

"I just want to uphold justice. I think anyone who sees the plan will want to do so, right?"

"You can admit that Connors' actions have shocked you a lot. You haven't thought about a person who intends to continue waiting in this darkness, waiting for the bright day that may or may not come."

"You find that his way of upholding justice seems to be different from yours. In this world, it is not justice to put on an iron shell and beat criminals in a big way."

"You actually feel sorry for it."

"Okay, I admit..." Stark sighed slightly and closed his eyes. Closing his eyes, he said, "I dare not think about what kind of belief he holds to keep developing those drugs. When he stays alone in the laboratory, doesn't he feel desperate? Doesn't he feel helpless?"

"When I face those pressures, even if I have a genius brain, even if I have the entire Stark Group and the most money in the world, I feel a little... It's really hard to bear. No one is with you. You fight alone and don't know when it will end."

Stark's Adam's apple moved, and he said, "From the time Connors learned about this plan to the time he developed the lizard serum, it must have taken at least a few years, right? Has he been living like this? Has he not gone crazy living in this environment?"

Stark has experienced this kind of despair. Obadiah was unconscious and Pepper was busy trying to turn the tide. Stark spent those days and nights alone in the laboratory. Loneliness was like a black tide pouring out from the abyss. Stark could only use alcohol to anesthetize himself so that he would not think about when he would drift to the shore.

But he knew that Dr. Connors had been drifting like this for several years. Compared to Stark, who still had some hope, Dr. Connors didn't even have a boat. He drifted in the storm for countless days and nights holding a rotten wooden board. He knew that there might be no shore in this sea, but he still refused to give up.

It was because Stark had experienced it that he knew how difficult it was to endure that kind of loneliness. He also realized that no matter how smart he was, he couldn't brew an antidote for this kind of suffering. He didn't have any sense of superiority to despise those who struggled hard in this kind of suffering.

“我想，你总是自诩为彼得的长辈，从年龄上来说的确是的，但或许有些方面并非如此。”

“这是什么意思？我本来就是他的长辈，前两前两天他学校请家长还是我去的呢。”

“我是指，或许在某些方面，你也要向他学习。”

“向他学习？那个傻小子？”斯塔撇了撇嘴说：“我有什么可学的？学他揍了个嘴臭的混蛋还战战兢兢的？要是我，斯塔克爸爸绝对会让那个垃圾知道厉害……”

“我之所以说彼得，是因为另一个人的名字你更不想听。”

斯塔克张了张嘴说：“我还是去问问彼得吧，另外一个建议你就不用给了，不然我就扣钱。”

说完，他把战甲的面具咔嚓一声关上，然后直接飞走了，席勒摇了摇头。

他想，这些超级英雄的成长过程像是一副丰富的画卷在他眼前缓缓展开。

When he personally participated in this process, he found that these people are indeed superheroes, but they are also ordinary people, whether it is Peter, Stark, Spider-Man or Iron Man.

Their transformation cannot be shown by one or two shots or a few lines in the comics. The troubles of their growth are like a mess, which cannot be sorted out or described.

Their moods and emotions, every wavering and every firmness, are full of complex and bizarre thoughts, just like the subtle changes brought to them by the brains of every ordinary person, which are countless.

This also made Schiller understand that the moving stories, heroic sacrifices and firm beliefs he had seen in movies and comics were not born like this.

These superheroes are like a piece of steel that has been tempered by thousands of hammers. Schiller can see the process of their forging. The sound and vibration of each knock, and the flames that rise due to the fierce collision are like fuel to fill the soul to keep it alive, which can bring him more stimulation than mediocre life.

Until one day, the hearts of the heroes turned into glittering gold, and these tempering processes were written into legendary stories.

If people who read these stories see the glorious and great side of the heroes, then Schiller, a reader who is deeply immersed in the stories, is more willing to record the small and trivial growth troubles of these heroes.

Recording their laughter, anger, sorrow, joy, separation and reunion as ordinary people, until one day, after those stories are forgotten, there are still traces of heroes who are not heroes in this world.

The answer is that greatness is born from the ordinary and will eventually return to the ordinary.