Chapter 1399: The Old Days Return (15)

Early the next morning, Stark drove a flashy sports car and sent Peter Parker to the entrance of the clinic. They saw Schiller sitting by the window on the second floor writing something, but they could actually guess what Schiller was writing—nothing more than those papers or medical records full of professional psychiatric terminology.

Peter's face looked very bad when he got out of the car. He crossed his arms and looked at Stark, who had just gotten out of the car, with quite a bit of anger and said: "You drove a sports car worth tens of millions of dollars, took me swaggering through the streets of New York, and didn't even close the top. Tomorrow morning's tabloid headline will definitely be an eyesore!"

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

"Compare... what?" Peter didn't understand at all, frowned, and followed Stark into the clinic. Stark didn't look back and said: "It's what you guys did the night you celebrated Gwen's birthday."

Peter froze and opened his mouth exaggeratedly, not knowing for a moment whether to be shocked that Stark knew what he did with Gwen, or shocked that the tabloid dared to write what Stark did with Captain America.

Schiller opened the clinic door. Peter saw Captain America wearing a pullover sweater, looking somewhat ridiculous because he was blindfolded and couldn't find the exit for his head. He threw the bag in his hand onto the sofa next to him, sniffed, and asked: "Doctor, is there breakfast? I want to eat scrambled eggs."

"Go fry it yourself," Schiller began to get busy in front of the laptop again, as if replying to students' emails. Captain America, who had put on his sweater, loosened his shoulders to keep the sleeves from sliding forward and said: "Come on, I can make breakfast."

Stark leaned against the clinic door with his arms crossed, listening to the sound of arguing coming from the street in the distance. Not long after, with a "bang," a door was slammed against the wall beside him. Seeing Natasha shouted at Stark: "Tony Stark! The mental health maintenance bill you provided to S. H. I. E. L. D. for the Avengers made Nick curse for three and a half hours, making the entire administrative bureau's finance department jump around for the whole morning. You must give me an explanation!

"

"Seeing Natasha! Seeing Natasha! Come back!" Hawkeye Barton chased after her, wanting to stop the furious female agent. Stark didn't care at all and tilted his head toward Seeing Natasha, saying: "You should ask the person who finally got this money, not me."

"The biggest reason the finance department is jumping around is that the person who got this money isn't here!" Seeing Natasha said coldly: "Nick needs him to balance the accounts. Regardless, I want to take Dr. Schiller away."

"You are welcome to do so," Stark shrugged and said: "If his mental assessment report hasn't passed, but you let him participate in S. H. I. E. L. D.'s work, then no Avengers member will accept psychological assessment anymore, because this is self-contradictory."

The female agent pursed her lips tightly and glared at Stark. After a while, she lowered her voice and said through gritted teeth: "You don't know how anxious Nick is now to count your sky-high bill into S. H. I. E. L. D.'s expenses to get more funding, but this requires Dr. Schiller to confirm that you guys indeed spent so much money to maintain mental health, so we..."

"Ahem." Stark coughed twice, then suddenly raised his voice and said: "You mean, even if Dr. Schiller's mental assessment report hasn't passed, even if his psychological state is not suitable to continue working, you guys still hope he will return to his original post, just to pay for Nick's greed?"

"Hey! Hey! Hey! Lady!" 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 it's like this. This is immoral. You guys can't forcibly hire a mental patient!"

Feeling Steve's disapproving gaze from the kitchen, Seeing Natasha covered her forehead. She grabbed Stark, pulled him outside the door, and lowered her voice: "What exactly are you doing? You know Schiller is fine."

"But he might be doing something that makes him continue to have something."

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

Stark extended a finger to emphasize: "The four of them, I mean Stephen, Loki, Nick, and Schiller, they are more cunning than the mental patients in the mental hospital who want to hide medicine. Wanting to hide it from you is too simple."

"Nick is also involved?" Seeing Natasha asked, frowning.

"Who knows."

Seeing Natasha's eyes turned, then she grabbed Stark's arm again and said: "You watch Schiller, I watch Nick, and let Helen watch her mother. That will do."

Stark raised an eyebrow somewhat suppressedly, looked at the female agent, and said: "You actually want to stand on my side? Instead of joining them in that messy plan?"

"I mean, they all need a rest! You have to know, Nick just choked a Skrull's neck, let him imitate himself, let himself have two bodies, so he doesn't rest for 24 hours! They are all lunatics! Terrible workaholics!"

"They want to give Earth and humanity a big surprise at all times, but if they don't rest, the next biggest surprise we receive will be their corpses!"

Stark immediately stopped the female agent's arm, took her a little further away, and said: "Fine, then that's it. Send me a few more agents, watching their house will be foolproof."

Seeing Natasha lifted the red hair on her forehead, crossed her arms, and said: "No, this is crossing the line too much. Nick will find trouble with me."

"Then use your other channel."

Seeing Natasha stared at Stark. There was a trace of suspicion in the female agent's eyes, but in the end, she lowered her eyelids and said: "Fine, but you'd better be careful. They won't be soft on a capitalist like you."

Seeing Natasha left with long strides. Batman asked in Stark's heart: "What is this other channel of the Russian woman you mentioned?"

"She is not a Russian woman," Stark said while walking back to the clinic: "She is a Soviet."

Batman had a bad premonition in his heart. He asked in an uncertain tone: "The other channel wouldn't be the KGB, would it?"

"Congratulations on getting it right."

Batman was silent for a while, perhaps digesting this fact that shocked him. He still chose to speak this shock aloud: "As the leader of the world's largest capital group, you let the KGB led by a Soviet watch the places you will frequently visit in the next few days?"

"What are you afraid of?" Stark shrugged indifferently. Batman was silent for a while and said again: "You let the KGB watch your friends?"

Stark leaned on the curtain and watched Steve cooking, and said: "I let my friends watch the KGB... to ensure their faith and behavior remain pure."

The information in this sentence made Batman truly stunned. He suddenly thought of a detail. When Schiller was in his universe, on the way they drove together to his new residence, Schiller recited a poem by Pushkin.

"Have you ever been beaten by him?" This was a declarative sentence from Batman.

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

"You should tell me about his glorious history."

"I intend to do just that."

While Steve was impatiently knocking on the window with a spatula to respond to Stark, Stark leaned against the edge of the clinic's outer wall window and began to share Schiller's glorious experience of changing light bulbs with Batman.

Peter inside the house began to shout, because he just happened to grab a task in the Spider-app that was both easy and earned a lot of points, so he had to apologize to Schiller and then go to catch his task.

It seemed Schiller didn't show much, so Peter rushed out of the door hurriedly. Steve's breakfast wasn't ready yet, and Peter rushed back, holding Helen in his arms.

Peter came outside, handed Helen in his arms to Stark, and said: "Thor issued a task, hoping I could bring Helen to you, because he is trying to make Loki go back to close his confinement. Sorry, I'm just repeating Thor's words, because Loki is trying to make him and other versions of himself complete all the work of the entire Interstellar Technology Expo."

After Stark took Helen, he heard a version added with ten thousand parts of vinegar from this little girl's mouth.

"You wouldn't believe it, my mom is really working herself to death! Fine, she isn't an Asgardian, but she is also a Frost Giant, and a magician who has been training her spiritual power for many years. But just last night, her spiritual power went out of control, destroying her bedroom and a whole floor of space in Asgard."

"The result of the diagnosis by the doctor, Odin, and Frigga is that she is too tired. Her brain and spirit cannot support her to continue working like this. Now Thor has locked her up, which obviously cannot solve the problem."

"Those few Lokis from other universes are also about to collapse from exhaustion. They want to save Asgard in one day, do you understand? Every Loki is such a lunatic, and Thor couldn't persuade even one of them to go back and get a good sleep. He was almost pissed off."

Helen chattered for several minutes, and also emphasized that Thor took violent measures: "That's right, he and Loki had a fight, but it was more like he unilaterally knocked Loki unconscious, but we all know this isn't the ending."

"So he hopes I can do something?"

"He hopes you can do something for the Nine Realms," Helen jumped onto the balcony next to Stark and said: "He wants to know how you control Schiller, when Schiller is even crazier than Loki."

Stark pursed his lower lip, revealed a nostalgic look, his eyelashes trembled slightly, he touched Helen's head, and said: "Very simple, watch him 24 hours a day."

"Or it can also be changed to a more essential way of saying it." Stark looked into Helen's eyes and spat out the word: "Accompany him."

Helen blinked and tilted her head again, seemingly trying hard to understand what this meant. At this time, a breeze blew, the dark aura became even thicker, and a voice came from behind Stark.

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

Stark turned his head and saw Hela's figure, who was still noble and calm. The black-haired eldest princess rested her chin on her finger and said.

"The mutants have sent the M'kraan Crystal into the Nine Realms, and it is currently staying at the location we agreed upon, which is my Underworld, and I am also fulfilling my duty to pick you up to inspect the goods."

Stark looked into the window, Schiller, Steve, and Peter had finished breakfast and were sitting on the sofa watching TV, so he didn't think much, put Helen down, and followed Hela away.

Schiller moved his gaze from the TV to Stark's departing back, pretended to be sleepy, closed his eyes, and projected his attention to the gray ring on his finger.

In the world within the restraint filled with gray mist, a black sun hung quietly above the sky, still grand, terrifying, and magnificent, but this time, a storybook of the same size floated opposite him.

Above the storybook, a quill pen floated out of thin air, writing something fluently, and soon an old hand grasped the pen, and a gaze stared at the story that had just appeared on the book—

"On a plain summer evening in the southwest, I returned to my home in Englewood. I hadn't returned here for many years, but something more necessary than nostalgia was to go see my mother's grave..."

When the last sentence fell, a low sigh came.

"You attracted me here with a good story. So, what do you want?"

The black sun did not respond. An old face wearing a crown emerged from the void. His eyes stared at the patterns on the black sun and read the information on it—

"Hello, God of Stories, Loki." ===== CHAPTER 1400 =====