Chapter 100: Growing Pains (Part 1)

"I swear, I just pushed him! I didn't mean to... fine, I was in a fit of rage, that bastard actually dared to insult Gwen!" Peter complained while walking with his backpack.

Stark patted his back and said, "It doesn't matter, even if you beat him up, it's nothing. Someone harassed your girlfriend, and you just gave him a punch, that's considered light."

"I didn't give him a punch..." Peter was very helpless.

"Alright, alright, I know. Let's go, I hired an Italian chef, we're going to eat pizza tonight." Stark said happily.

The matter started from this morning.

Originally, Peter went to school happily this morning, and waited for Gwen at the school gate early in the morning. The two chatted while walking and were still reluctant to part at the classroom door.

Public high schools in the US don't care about dating at all. As long as you aren't too outrageous, teachers don't care.

Therefore, Peter and Gwen said goodbye hand-in-hand at the classroom door. As a result, at this time, someone from the football team in the next class walked over, not only mocking Peter but also insulting Gwen with very ugly words.

Peter was very angry. The football player walked over and made obscene gestures at him. Peter pushed him in a fit of rage. Of course, the result was that the football player was almost embedded in the wall.

Peter could actually control that powerful strength, but he was in a fit of rage at the time. The force he used to push that person was relatively large, and that person flew out directly and broke a rib.

The result was that the other party's parents made a scene at the school because of school bullying. Of course, the school had to invite Peter's parents over, but Peter couldn't explain to his uncle and aunt where he got such great strength. There was no way, so Peter could only leave Stark's phone number.

The teacher naturally made a call to the headquarters of Stark Tower. After Jarvis received the call, he specifically transferred it to Stark.

Stark arrived at the school in a flashy sports car. How could the parents on the other side not recognize the world's richest man? They immediately stated that it was a misunderstanding. Stark kept encouraging Peter, saying that he should have given that bastard a punch.

Gwen was also comforting him, saying that the bastard deserved it, but Peter was still very depressed. As a good student, he had never been called to the principal's office from childhood to adulthood. It just so happened that Stark's big mouth went everywhere to show off. Within two days, the fact that Peter had called Stark over because he caused trouble at school spread throughout the circle of superheroes.

Children of this age group don't like others treating them as children, but this time, Peter was teased by everyone in turn, and he was depressed.

In S. H. I. E. L. D.'s cafeteria, Steve said, "Actually, you can also leave my phone number. At least I look more energetic than that bastard who stays up late and drinks all day."

Coulson next to him said, "At least in terms of age, it's definitely enough."

"In terms of seniority, it's also enough. I'm Stark's uncle."

"But..." Steve cut a piece of steak and said, "You have to learn to control your emotions. I was like this when I first accepted the transformation. Once my emotions fluctuated greatly, I would be unable to control my superhuman strength."

"Then how did you improve in the end?"

"On one hand, you have to realize this problem yourself. On the other hand, you can also seek help from some professionals to learn how to stabilize your emotions."

"Actually, I'm not a person who likes to get angry." Peter said somewhat depressed, "But once it involves certain issues, I can't help it."

Steve smiled and said, "Don't mind it, I'm the same. Back in the army, there were always troublemakers who looked for trouble with Peggy and cursed her with dirty words, so I beat them all up."

"Of course, you have to control your strength when beating people, otherwise it's easy to cause trouble. But as long as you control your strength, it's just an ordinary fight, at most you'll be confined."

Coulson raised his eyebrows. He didn't expect Captain America to have this side. But thinking about it, that kind of perfect saint image in promotional videos and movies couldn't possibly appear in reality.

In the evening, Peter came to Schiller's psychological clinic again and said, "Doctor, I'm afraid I have to borrow your place to do my homework. My uncle and aunt insist on renovating my bedroom completely. The smell of paint hasn't dissipated yet, and I really can't stay there."

"Come in. Go and tidy up that desk. Pikachu! Pikachu! Come here! Hurry up and take away your boxes and boxes of peanut butter. You've been occupying my desk for three days already..."

Peter picked up the Pikachu that jumped over and said, "Did you get a bit fat? Why do I feel like you've become heavier?"

"Of course he's fat. If you ate five jars of peanut butter plus two pounds of cheese a day, you'd be fat too."

Pikachu flicked his tail and said, "I advise you to mind your own business, kid. I'm just a mouse, not a bodybuilder. So what if I'm a bit fat?"

Peter opened his backpack in front of the desk and took out his textbooks. Schiller said while cooking in the kitchen, "I heard that your teacher called your parents and Stark went? Didn't the teacher get pissed off by him?"

"I had no choice. How was I supposed to explain to my uncle that I could push a 90-kilogram football player flying with one push?"

"Oh, right." Peter turned his head and said, "Doctor, can you teach me how to control my emotions? I didn't mean to hurt anyone, I was just too angry and didn't control my strength..."

"Why do you want to do that? Why did you start thinking about the problem of controlling emotions and restraining strength?"

"I... because I don't want this power to hurt others after I lose control one day."

"Then why would you lose control?"

"Because that person insulted Gwen, and insulted her very ugly."

"Isn't that his problem? The one who should learn to control emotions is him, not you."

"But..."

"You are always too good at reflecting on your own problems and attributing everything to yourself. But the fact is, you exceed the moral standards of ordinary people too much, which will bring you greater pain."

"You shouldn't just look for reasons from yourself for everything. Have you ever thought that maybe it's not you who is wrong, but this world?"

Peter opened his mouth. He said somewhat puzzled, "I thought... I thought a psychologist should be..."

"That's just what you thought."

Schiller walked over with a plate. Peter smelled the fragrance of scrambled eggs and swallowed. Schiller put down the plate and said, "A psychologist is not a military instructor, nor is he a school teacher. We are not responsible for telling you who is right or wrong in a certain matter. All the guidance and treatment I provide for you are from your perspective, that is, putting myself into your psychology, and then discovering your psychological problems from another angle..."

"Fine, I know I think too much sometimes and always worry about things that haven't happened yet."

"This is a common problem for geniuses, Stark is the same."

"What's wrong with Mr. Stark?"

"The day before yesterday, he and Pepper had a big fight and went out for a joyride in a fit of pique, but Connors saw it. The next morning, he was mocked by Connors, and when he went out, he ran into Steve..."

"Then he called me and asked me if he was the number one bastard in the world, which is why the world was against him everywhere."

"Sword Coming"

"And then?"

"Of course, I gave him about two hours of psychological treatment, and after that, he made up with them."

Peter said skeptically, "What treatment? So immediate?"

"I scolded him, and then he felt that others scolding him was light, so of course they made up."

Peter felt sympathy for Stark at that time.

After a while, Peter finished his homework and ate. He lay on the sofa in a daze, not playing games with Pikachu as usual.

Schiller was writing a thesis at the table on the side. Peter put his arm on his forehead and said, "Why are there so many strange things in this world? Why is trouble always one after another? Why do people have so many worries?"

"Because your life is getting better bit by bit. The better life is, the more trivial troubles seem to have a sense of existence."

"Why don't you think about what kind of life you lived before when you felt you didn't have so many worries? If this kind of trouble now was placed before, would you care?"

Peter thought about it. When Uncle Ben and Aunt May had bad physical examination results, they didn't have money at that time, and Peter couldn't find a way out. If it was at that time, if he had a dispute with a classmate at school, this matter might be forgotten by him soon, because he had bigger troubles to deal with.

Compared to the pressure of survival, a little dispute was nothing. If it was before, how could he have so much free time to lie here and complain? He would probably still be running errands for others to earn money.

Peter said, "Sometimes I always want to grow up quickly, go to college quickly, then buy a house myself, let my uncle and aunt live more spaciously, find a decent job, and get engaged to Gwen. Aren't adults all like this?"

"But sometimes, I also hope that this year will never pass. I can always be a high school student, just need to listen to lectures at school every day, come back to do homework, and then sleep until dawn."

Schiller just listened quietly. The slight sound of his typing on the keyboard echoed in the somewhat dim room.

"Sometimes I dream, dream of many stars, woven into a net, dream that I become a huge spider. Maybe it's not bad to be a spider, right?"

"And sometimes, I dream that I lost Uncle Ben and Aunt May, Gwen is also gone, and I am the only one left in the whole world."

"They all say that dreams reflect the essence of a person's heart. Do you think it's like this? Doctor?"

"I crave freedom, but I am afraid of losing. I want to be a hero, but I don't even know what a hero is like..."

Peter didn't wait for an answer, and he fell asleep. The night sky outside the window was full of stars. Only the computer screen in the whole room was still on, and Schiller had already left.

Pikachu hugged a pillow and stuffed it under Peter's head, then threw a blanket on him. He muttered to himself, "Humans have so many things. Among these people who come and go every day, there isn't one who doesn't have worries."

Then he looked at Peter again and said, "You are already lucky, kid. Perhaps these people are already lucky. Even mice are the same..."

"When is there no worry in growing up?" ===== CHAPTER 101 =====