Chapter 30 Rogers' Troubles

Compared to Gotham, it doesn't rain very often in New York. The weather here is always pretty sunny, but there are always a few exceptions throughout the year.

On this day, before dawn, it started to drizzle over New York.

This is not good news for the people of Hell’s Kitchen. As the largest slum in Manhattan, it does not enjoy any municipal benefits. Without diligent street sweepers, the rain will only make the streets muddy. If you don’t want to wear sneakers If it's scrapped, you'll have to wear heavy rain boots.

The smell of garbage and dust would be more obvious in such weather. Schiller closed the windows on the first floor. There were always a few drunkards vomiting in his backstreet, and the smell was unbearable.

suddenly. There was a crisp ringing from the doorbell. Schiller glanced at his watch. It was now 6:30 in the morning. Even in fast-paced New York, this time was too early.

Schiller went downstairs and saw a tall man with blond hair and blue eyes staring at the calendar on his bar.

Schiller said: "It seems that Natasha really made an appointment for me with an extraordinary person. It is really rare for people to get up before 7 o'clock these days."

The man said: "So I am very lucky to have found a like-minded person here."

Schiller took out the file that Natasha sent last night. He looked at the photos on the file, then looked the man up and down, and said, "Steve Rogers, there is no time for treatment that SHIELD has reserved for you. The upper limit, they are so generous, it seems that your problem should be serious. "

Steve shrugged. "They thought everything was serious, including me running out without breakfast."

Schiller knocked on the table to signal him to sit down, and said, "Then your decision is right. Maybe the SHIELD people didn't tell you that if you happen to come at meal time, I wouldn't mind treating you to a meal. "

Steve smiled, his handsome face looking handsome and cheerful.

Schiller made an American breakfast of toast, fried bacon, two sausages, two large hash browns, and two cups of coffee.

Steve was not actually hungry, but the smell of breakfast was so fragrant. He picked up the bread and asked, "Is there any butter?"

Schiller looked at him in surprise and said, "Oh, only strawberry jam."

Then he looked Steve up and down and said, "Looks like you're an old-school guy. Not many people butter their bread these days."

Steve said: "It's okay, it's just that I'm not used to having such sweet jam for breakfast."

"Then bring you some sauce. I made it myself."

Schiller took out a jar and handed it to Steve.

Steve took another look at the coffee cup, which was about the size of a bottle cap, and the rich espresso inside, and said, "I'm sorry, but can I have an Americano?"

"American coffee? In fact, you can just ask for my glass of water." Schiller said.

On the other side, Natasha, who was monitoring, said into the intercom: "The subject called Americano coffee dirty water and suspected that it might have Italian ancestry..."

Steve wasn't angry. He just waved his hand and said, "Hey, don't say that. I just think concentrates are bad for your heart."

Before he finished speaking, Schiller drank two cups of espresso and then took a big bite of chocolate. The symbiote was humming happily in his head.

Schiller sat across from Steve, and the two began to eat breakfast together.

"At first Nick told me that I should come to the slums to find a psychiatrist. I didn't understand it. Aren't SHIELD's own doctors good enough?" Steve said.

"But now, I find that the atmosphere here is much better than those white and dazzling psychological counseling rooms of SHIELD."

"It's more like a courtroom than a counseling room."

"Who can judge you?" Schiller asked. "The trial of Captain America?"

Steve smiled helplessly and said, "That's all old history, including myself."

"I think SHIELD would also very much like you to go to their own psychological counseling room, but I'm afraid they themselves know that your problems can't be solved there."

Schiller put down his fork and said, "Did you come from the street outside? What do you think of this place? I mean, this ghetto."

Steve pursed his lips and said, "I don't know how to describe it. It's scary here because it hasn't changed at all."

"In the era I lived in, the slums were also like this. The dirty and smelly gutters were full of drunkards' vomit. The drunkards who were already dead were leaning against the corners of the buildings. The gangsters couldn't find a penny out of their pockets. "Son, even children are accustomed to touching people's pockets and never learn well."

"Many years have passed and it's still the same here. Nothing has changed."

"What kind of changes do you think should happen in the past few decades?" Schiller took a bite of bread and asked.

Steve spread his hands and said: "Even if we can't eradicate the slum, we should always make it smaller or live a better life."

Schiller shook his head and said: "You won the war, Captain America. You did defeat those ***. We won. The just war has ended for many years."

"You believe that victory should bring many benefits, such as greater social prosperity and better lives for people. For those who are suffering, you are willing to fight until the last moment, and you do."

Schiller shook his head slightly and said: "Decades later, when you wake up again, you find that the world is not like this, and it has not become what you expected before you died. Remove the black world, and there is no Not white, but gray, a color you can’t read.”

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Steve pursed his lips and seemed a little silent. Schiller said: "I know your problem is not at all what SHIELD thinks. It's not about sleeping for too long and being out of touch with society. It's not about not being able to use mobile phones, liking to listen to the radio, and sleeping. Small problems like being too regular.”

"For Captain America, as long as he wants to learn, there is no tool in modern society that he cannot learn."

"If he can't learn it, it's just because he doesn't want to."

"You are resisting this era, unwilling to accept it, unwilling to accept the fact that the results of your hard work are not as good as you expected."

Steve said with some bitterness: "I have tried my best. Even if the result is not good enough, I am trying to accept it. But what makes me sad most is that during the war, if people are not living well, then I will go I will beat my enemies hard and defeat them no matter what the cost, but now, people are not doing well and I don’t know who my opponent is.”

"Perhaps you have never thought that your time has passed, and your time of being responsible for people has also passed. There is no need for you to become a war machine."

"Then what should I do? I should do something, right?"

Schiller said: "Captain America, you are so compassionate that even if I suggest that you pursue your own hobbies, such as drawing some comics or playing sports, you will not put aside the suffering of these people and just care about Enjoy yourself, you are not such a person, so I will not give you such useless advice.”

"I believe the psychiatrist from SHIELD has told you this, right? Are there people in this world who don't enjoy life? They think so from the bottom of their hearts. They feel that if they are like you, they will fly away as soon as possible. I went on vacation in Hawaii, and SHIELD paid for it anyway.”

"Ordinary people can't understand your excessive compassion and sense of responsibility, and you certainly don't have to worry about their lack of understanding."

Steve was convinced. He felt that someone finally understood him. He complained: "They think I have a lot of things to do, such as working out, watching movies, and playing video games, but what I have to do is It’s not these. When I show resistance, they think I’m too outdated to play these things.”

"But maybe you can change your mind and don't seek understanding from ordinary people. The world is so big, and you are not a good person of this era, but there are good people in every era. You can go to them. These people like you have saved lives. Only those who have lived the world, or are saving the world, will understand you.”

Schiller said: "Furthermore, the good people of this era are not immune to trouble. They don't live as long as you, and they don't have as much experience as you. They may have power but don't know how to use it. They may have passion. But they lack skills and may be disorganized and not united enough.”

"You can go find these people. Your time has passed, but the earth still has to turn, and there are still people who continue to fight to save the world, right?"

Steve sighed and said: "I am just a veteran who has become obsolete but is unwilling to get out of the line of fire. You are right, doctor, it is time for those new recruits to go to the battlefield."

"But I have some doubts. Can I really help? After all, it seems that the rules of the world are completely different from those during the war."

"There is someone here that I must recommend to you. He is a lucky boy, and his experience is very similar to yours. He was originally just an otaku who was bullied in school. Suddenly one day, he gained great power, and he began to Jumping up and down in the city, not doing anything serious.”

"You know how dangerous it is to suddenly gain huge power. It is no exaggeration to say that his power continues to grow. Dozens of well-trained special forces may not be his opponent."

Steve couldn't sit still for a while. He said, "Indeed, I just finished the transformation and couldn't control my strength. I accidentally injured two medical staff. Where is he now? Which one is he?" Hospital?"

"He is still in school. He is about to take his final exam and is reviewing."

"Oh my god, how is he still in school?"

He patted the table angrily and said to the monitoring equipment on the table: "Hey, Nick, what did you do?" How can you let a reformed warrior stay in school? If he couldn't control his power, how many people would be injured? "

Steve stood up, and Schiller waved his hand towards him and said, "I said, he is a lucky boy. Unlike you, he is not a person transformed by drugs, but a special mutation. His Strength grows gradually rather than becoming uncontrollable in one fell swoop.”

"I mean, this kind of adolescent guy, you know, arrogant and sensitive, impulsive and timid. Someone needs to teach him well. It's best to let him see the dangers of society."

Steve clenched his fists and said, "Indeed, I have seen too many recruits like this. They want to rush to the battlefield with enthusiasm, but when they see bombs and grenades, they are so frightened that they scream, they are still far away. Woolen cloth."

Schiller said: "I guess he will finish his exams tomorrow night and will definitely come out to wander around. You can stop him and beat him up. Don't worry, his mutant ability is very strong, so getting beaten up is no big deal."

Steve was even a little eager to fight. This reminded him of the days on the battlefield, when those young recruits were beaten up by the captain and screamed. Seeing the recruits being beaten up was one of the few moments in his military career that made him feel relaxed and happy.