Chapter 1416 Return of the Old Days (XV)

Early the next morning, Stark drove Peter Parker to the door of the clinic in a cool sports car. Downstairs, they saw Schiller sitting in front of the second-floor window writing something, but in fact they could You can guess what Schiller was writing about. It was nothing more than papers or medical records full of psychiatric terminology.

Peter's face was very bad when he got out of the car. He crossed his arms angrily and looked at Stark who came out of the car and said, "You drove a sports car worth tens of millions of dollars and took me through the streets of New York. , if you don’t even close the roof, the headlines in the tabloids tomorrow morning will be unreadable!”

"I never close the roof, you know." Stark shrugged nonchalantly, put on his sunglasses, threw a piece of chewing gum into his mouth, and said, "Don't worry, I got the news yesterday. Recently, their focus is on whether I have more or less with Captain America. You are not their target for the time being.”

"Compare...what?" Peter didn't understand at all. He frowned and followed Stark into the clinic. Stark said without looking back: "That's what you did the night you celebrated Gwen's birthday. ”

Peter froze and opened his mouth in an exaggerated manner. For a moment, he didn't know whether he should be shocked that Stark knew what he and Gwen had done, or that he should be shocked that the tabloids dared to write about what Stark and Captain America had done.

Schiller opened the door of the clinic. Peter saw Captain America wearing a pullover. He looked a little funny because he couldn't find the exit of his head while blindfolded. He threw the bag in his hand on the sofa next to him and twitched. Nose asked: "Doctor, is there breakfast? I want to eat scrambled eggs."

"Fire yourself." Schiller began to work in front of the laptop again, as if replying to students' emails, and Captain America, who was wearing a sweater, moved his shoulders to stop the sleeves from moving forward, and said: "Here. Okay, I can make breakfast.”

Stark, on the other hand, folded his arms and leaned against the door of the clinic, listening to the quarrels coming from the street in the distance. After a while, there was a "bang" and a door was thrown to the wall beside him. , Natasha yelled at Stark: "Tony Stark! The bill you provided to SHIELD for the Avengers' mental health maintenance cost made Nick scold him for three and a half hours, and made the entire administration... The Finance Department has been going crazy all morning. You must give me an explanation!

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"Natasha! Natasha! Come back quickly!" Hawkeye Barton chased after her, trying to stop the angry female agent, but Stark tilted his head towards Natasha indifferently and said : "You should be asking the person who ended up getting the money, not me."

"The biggest reason why the Finance Department is in a panic is that the person who got the money is no longer here!" Natasha said coldly: "Nick needs him to balance the accounts. No matter what, I want to take Dr. Schiller away."

"You can do that." Stark shrugged and said, "If his mental evaluation report fails and you let him participate in SHIELD's work, then no member of the Avengers will accept it again. Psychological evaluation, because it’s contradictory.”

The female agent pursed her lips tightly and stared at Stark. After a while, she lowered her voice and gritted her teeth and said, "You don't know how anxious Nick is now to calculate your sky-high bill into S.H.I.E.L.D. Spend so that you can get more funds, but this requires Dr. Schiller to confirm that you have indeed spent so much money on maintaining mental health, so we..."

"Ahem." Stark coughed twice, and then suddenly raised his voice and said, "You mean, even if Dr. Schiller's mental evaluation report fails, even if his mental state is not suitable to continue working, you still hope He was reinstated to pay for Nick's greed?"

"Hey! Hey! Hey! Madam!" Peter, who was connecting the game console cable next to the TV interface, immediately jumped up, rushed to the door and said, "Don't tell me that's the case. It's unethical. You can't force someone to hire one." Mental patient!"

Feeling the disapproving look from Steve in the kitchen, Natasha covered her forehead. She grabbed Stark, pulled him out of the door, and said in a low voice: "What on earth are you doing?" Well? You know that Schiller is fine."

"But he's probably doing something that will keep him busy."

Natasha opened her eyes slightly, looked at Stark and said, "You mean, he has a new plan? But I didn't hear anything from Nick."

Stark stretched out a finger and emphasized: "The four of them, I mean Stephen, Rocky, Nick and Schiller, they are much more cunning than the mental patients in the mental hospital who want to hide drugs. It’s so easy to live with you.”

"Nick is involved too?" Natasha asked with a frown.

"Who knows."

Natasha's eyes rolled, and then she took Stark's arm and said, "You keep an eye on Schiller, I'll keep an eye on Nick, and then let Helen keep an eye on her mother, that's it."

Stark raised his eyebrows somewhat depressedly, looked at the female agent and said, "You actually want to be on my side? Instead of working with them on that messy plan?"

"I mean, they all need a break! You know, Nick just choked a Skrull and made him imitate himself and have two bodies for 24 hours! They're all crazy! Terrible workaholic!”

"They always want to give the earth and mankind a big surprise, but if they don't rest, the next biggest surprise we will receive is their corpses!"

Stark immediately stopped the female agent's arm, took her a little further away, and said, "Okay, that's it. Send me a few more agents to keep an eye on their house and everything will be safe."

Natasha lifted her red hair from her forehead, crossed her arms and said, "No, this crosses too many lines, and Nick will cause trouble for me."

"Then use your other channel."

Natasha raised her eyes and stared at Stark. There was a trace of suspicion in the female agent's eyes, but in the end she lowered her eyes and said, "Okay, but you'd better be careful, they won't be lenient to capitalists like you. "

Natasha strode away, and Batman asked in Stark's mind: "What is the other channel for this Russian woman you mentioned?"

"She is not a Russian woman." Stark said as he walked towards the clinic: "She is a Soviet woman."

Batman had a bad feeling in his heart, and he asked in an uncertain tone: "The other channel won't be the KGB, right?"

"Congratulations on getting the answer right."

Batman was silent for a while, probably because he was digesting this shocking fact, but he still chose to express his shock: "As the leader of the largest capital group in the world, you let the KGB led by a Soviet spy Live somewhere you will be visiting frequently in the next few days?”

"What are you afraid of?" Stark shrugged indifferently. Batman was silent for a moment and then said, "You want the KGB to keep an eye on your friends?"

Stark leaned against the curtains to watch Steve cook and said, "I had my friends keep an eye on the KGB... to make sure they remained pure in their beliefs and actions."

The amount of information in this sentence really stunned Batman, and he suddenly thought of a detail. When Schiller was in his universe, Schiller read a song as they drove to his new residence together. Pushkin's poetry.

"Have you ever been beaten by him?" This is an affirmative sentence from Batman.

"It depends on what level." Stark began to knock on the window childishly to interfere with Steve's actions, and said: "Not physically, but mentally he beat everyone, as well as the entire American political arena, and Almost the entire universe, and almost all the universe.”

"You should tell me about his glorious history."

"That's what I was going to do."

When Steve impatiently responded to Stark by knocking on the window with the handle of the shovel, Stark leaned on the edge of the window on the outer wall of the clinic and began to share with Batman Schiller's glorious experience of twisting a light bulb.

Peter in the room started yelling because he happened to grab a task in the spider app that was easy and could earn a lot of points, so he had to apologize to Schiller and then go to catch up on his task.

It seemed that Schiller had nothing to say, so Peter rushed out of the door in a hurry. Before Steve's breakfast was ready, Peter rushed back again, still holding Helen in his arms.

Peter came outside the house, handed Helen in his hand to Stark, and said: "Thor issued a mission. I hope I can bring Helen to you, because he is trying to get Loki to go back and put him in confinement. Sorry, I Just paraphrasing Thor's words, as Loki is trying to get him and the rest of himself to do all the work in the intergalactic tech expo."

After Stark took Helen over, he heard an extremely embellished version from the little girl's mouth.

"You won't believe it, my mother is so exhausted! Well, she is not an Asa, but she is also a frost giant, and she is also a magician who has been tempering her spiritual power all year round. But just last night, She went on a mental rampage and destroyed her bedroom and an entire floor of the Asgard.”

“The doctor, together with Odin and Frigga, diagnosed that she was too tired, and her brain and spirit could not support her to continue working like this. Now Thor has locked her up, which obviously does not solve the problem. "

"Those Lokis in other universes are about to collapse from exhaustion. They want to save Asgard in one day. Do you understand? Every Loki is such a madman, and Thor can't persuade even one of them. Go back and have a good sleep, he's going to be pissed off."

Helen chattered for several minutes, and then emphasized Thor's use of force: "Yes, he had a fight with Luo Ji, but it was more like he knocked Luo Ji out unilaterally, but we all know this It’s not the end.”

"So what does he want me to do?"

"He hopes you can do something for the Nine Kingdoms." Helen jumped to the balcony next to Stark and said: "He wants to know how you controlled Schiller, who is obviously even crazier than Loki. "

Stark pursed his lips, showing a nostalgic look, his eyelashes trembled slightly, touched Helen's head, and said: "It's very simple, keep an eye on him 24 hours a day."

"Or you can put it in a more essential way." Stark looked into Helen's eyes and uttered the word: "Accompany him."

Helen blinked and tilted her head again, as if she was trying to understand what this meant. At this time, a breeze blew by, the dark atmosphere became stronger, and a voice came from behind Stark.

"Hello, Your Majesty the Iron Demon God, I am Hela."

Stark turned his head and saw the still noble and calm figure of Hela. The black-haired princess put her finger on her chin and said.

"The mutants have sent the m'kraan crystal to the nine kingdoms. It is currently staying at the place we agreed on, which is my underworld. I am also fulfilling my duty and picking you up to inspect the goods."

Stark looked into the window. Schiller, Steve and Peter had finished breakfast and sat on the sofa to watch TV. So he put Helen down without thinking too much and followed Hela out.

Schiller turned his eyes away from the TV and looked at Stark's back as he left. He pretended to be sleepy and closed his eyes, focusing his attention on the gray ring on his finger.

In the world covered with gray fog, a black sun quietly hung high in the sky, still magnificent, terrifying and magnificent, but this time, an equally huge storybook floated opposite him.

Above the storybook, a feather pen floated in the air, writing something fluently, and soon an old hand held the pen, and a line of sight stared at the new story in the book--

"On an ordinary summer evening in the southwest, I returned to my home in Englewood. I haven't been back here for many years, but what I need to do more than miss is to visit my mother's grave..."

When the last sentence fell, a low sigh came.

"You used a good story to attract me here, so what do you want?"

The black sun did not respond, and an old face wearing a crown emerged from the void. His eyes stared at the pattern on the black sun and understood the message on it -

"Hello, Loki, the god of stories."