Chapter 2826: Daily Life Before Battleworld (Part 3)

In the spacious office of Arkham Asylum, groups of people were crowded together. The Guardians of the Galaxy were crowded in front of the giant projection screen playing games, and Rocket Raccoon was the loudest.

Steve was dealing with unfinished work. He now belongs to the Earth Image Ambassador and has to represent Earth to attend various diplomatic activities, and more importantly, he has to build good relationships with image ambassadors from other countries.

Schiller walked to his side with a cup of coffee. Steve scratched his head, and Schiller smiled and said: "Did you encounter any trouble? Maintaining basic etiquette shouldn't be difficult for you, right?"

"No, it's not about aliens." Steve picked up the information in his hand and said: "I have to understand the image ambassadors of other countries. In the future, we will be colleagues in the Earth's Ministry of Foreign Affairs. It would be a joke if I don't understand the identity and cultural circle of the other party."

Steve paused for a moment, and then said: "The history of the United States is too short, and I really can't find any famous figures. But the ones sent by other countries have lived for at least a few hundred years. I just finished reading the part about Joan of Arc, and I haven't studied Arabian mythology yet."

Steve paused, and then said: "Nick asked me to focus on China's. The others are fine, but there is a monkey among their diplomatic ambassadors..."

"Very consistent with their consistent diplomatic style."

"What?"

"If the donor doesn't engage in good diplomacy, this poor monk also knows a little bit of fists and kicks."

Steve didn't understand what he was muttering, continued to bury his head in hard work, and said: "The space station rescue incident last time opened a good start, otherwise the Ministry of Foreign Affairs would not have been established so quickly. Of course, it may also be the credit of the progress made in Centauri, but I..."

"But because you don't want to flatter me, you don't mention it at all." Stark walked in and said: "I have already let Jarvis film my heroic posture in Centauri. I am preparing to shoot a documentary first..."

Everyone in the room let out a wail at the same time, even the Guardians of the Galaxy were no exception. Thanos's two daughters were able to curse the same Dark Quadrant dirty words in unison, which shows how much psychological shadow the previous disaster of bad movies caused them.

Stark was very dissatisfied with their attitude. He pointed at them one by one, and then said: "I won't shoot that kind of bad movie. Stark Industries has plenty of funds. I will hire the best directors and screenwriters. You'd better watch it carefully..."

After speaking, he put on his glasses again, but Schiller flipped through the information in his hand and said: "You haven't handed in your psychological assessment for more than two months."

"I don't have time at all." Stark sat on the bar stool, drank a sip of juice, and then said: "Because of that space station thing, Ultron re-optimized the intelligent management system. Now all the facility assembly lines in the molten steel production base and the Mercury base have to be updated..."

"Updating the assembly line is really interesting." Stark snorted coldly and said: "It started at 8 am the day before yesterday, and when I looked up again, it was 6 am."

"Pepper is almost at her due date, right?" Schiller suddenly remembered and said: "How is she?"

"Before, there was a little bit of malposition, but now it's fine. That little bastard made me worry for a long time. When the doctor said he would turn over by himself, I didn't believe it at all, but it turned out to be true."

"Do you know if it's a boy or a girl?"

"Pepper and I don't want to know the answer in advance, but the name has already been chosen. If it's a girl, it'll be Morgan, and if it's a boy, it'll be Howard Jr."

"Not Anthony Jr.?"

"My grandson should be called Anthony Jr. Inheriting the names of grandparents will bring good luck." Stark is sometimes very superstitious and said: "Of course, if I have a grandson, I hope he can be called Potts."

Polaris walked in in a rush, sat on the sofa, and started to sulk. When Schiller sent her coffee, she really couldn't help it and said: "Doctor, do I really have to team up with myself from other universes? They are simply a group of lunatics! I want to kill them!!"

Schiller walked to her side with a cup of coffee. Steve scratched his head, and Schiller smiled and said: "Did you encounter any trouble? Maintaining basic etiquette shouldn't be difficult for you, right?"

"No, it's not about aliens." Steve picked up the information in his hand and said: "I have to understand the image ambassadors of other countries. In the future, we will be colleagues in the Earth's Ministry of Foreign Affairs. It would be a joke if I don't understand the identity and cultural circle of the other party."

"I don't think it's not a good idea." Polaris raised her tone: "No one would run to jump into a nuclear reactor well because they lost a group fight. I really can't imagine what kind of person would dare to gather dozens of Scarlet Witches together!"

Schiller stared at her. After Polaris calmed down, she also felt a bit embarrassed. She said: "It's not that your idea is bad, but you must consider the possibility of chain explosions."

"You should be more worried about dozens of your fathers gathering together."

"That doesn't matter." Polaris waved her hand and said: "As long as there is a Professor X, they are not to be feared."

Schiller could only say that Polaris was not completely without psychological talent.

On the other side, Steve raised his eyes and asked Stark opposite, "Have you seen other versions of yourself? It's hard to imagine how you get along."

"We decided not to get along." Stark said with a coffee cup: "Each person has a room, and we solve problems by sending emails."

Steve really couldn't help laughing. He put down his work and looked at Stark and said: "You are really like dogs that don't bark when the chain is loosened. Sending emails? Are you serious?"

Stark felt awkward just mentioning this. He said: "I have long said that I am not good at interpersonal communication, and even worse at communicating with other versions of myself, because we all understand that the other party's thoughts at this time are the same as our own, which means there are no secrets. This is simply too..."

"Too intimate?"

Stark pursed his lips and said: "I don't know how you can accept this kind of relationship. Communicating with a stranger's heart, don't you think this is absurd? It's simply insecure."

"We all like this feeling." Steve was clearly referring to other versions of himself. He said: "No one understands you better than yourself. I say the first half of the sentence, and someone immediately connects the second half. I have never felt communication so smooth."

"This is a boundary crossing." Stark looked very uncomfortable and said: "My relationship with them hasn't reached such a tacit understanding at all, but I am forced to endure this familiarity. I felt dizzy after staying there for two hours. They obviously don't feel comfortable either."

"Then you should do a psychological assessment." Steve said: "But I think your psychological health should be among the best. You are the one who can even endure Pepper's malposition."

Speaking of this, Stark became proud again and said: "Yes, at least I am the most psychologically healthy one."

"Because you are no longer the smartest one." Schiller walked over and put the psychological assessment scale in front of Stark and said: "You think you are the smartest in your heart, but you can't find evidence, self-doubt and fear of being peeped at your guilty conscience, so you dare not face other versions of yourself, and other versions of yourself think the same way."

Stark rarely didn't express any opinion on Schiller's words. He also belonged to the kind of person who became a doctor after a long illness and was not afraid of boiling water. While filling out the form, he said: "I paid a sky-high consultation fee to hire you to help me get rid of this anxiety. They are not so lucky. I will definitely be the winner who persists to the end."

"Thanks for your patronage."

Peter, Gwen Spider-Man, and two Miles Spider-Men checked the list of the Spider-Team together, because there were too many Spider-Men, so they were preparing to split into two teams.

The basic configuration was to bring the new with the old. There couldn't be too many newcomers in a team. There must be Spider-Men with various abilities. What they were troubled about now was that there were relatively few magic-side Spider-Men. Cosmic Spider-Man was assigned to the first team, so the second team had nothing to show off.

Schiller walked over and said: "Do you remember the previous Amazing Spider-Man? He shouldn't have lost contact, right? You might be able to go and ask him."

Peter raised his eyebrows, and then pointed to one person on the list and said: "Where do you think we should assign him?"

Peter was pointing at Bruce Spider-Man, the unlucky guy who got the power of the Amazing Spider-Man. He was special because he was both Bruce Wei En and Spider-Man, and perhaps he was more willing to participate in Batman's team.

Schiller leaned over to take a look and said: "Do you really need him?"

"We have to look like we really need him. It would be too impolite to ignore him." Miles Spider-Man said: "If he doesn't come in the end, then it's up to him."

"He admires the Spider-Man who gave him his powers, so he might be willing to come over, but he is not very strong. Basically, he can be said to be a novice. Just treat him as a newcomer."

"He is Bruce Wei En." Gwen Spider-Man said somewhat exaggeratedly: "It's hard to imagine what Batman's brain paired with Spider-Man's abilities can do. We even wanted to let him be the captain."

"Don't." Schiller stopped them and said: "He is different from other Batmen. He doesn't have such high IQ, nor can he research any powerful equipment. You just treat him as a novice Spider-Man."

Several people were a bit puzzled, but they still agreed. Then Schiller went to the Guardians of the Galaxy, picked up Rocket Raccoon, and Rocket Raccoon didn't struggle either. He said: "I won't team up with myself from other universes. We plan to form a team ourselves."

"You mean?"

Rocket Raccoon pulled his fingers and said: "Of course it's me, Pikachu, Helen, and your symbiote..."

"Don't misunderstand, I just see that they don't have any counterparts, they are too pitiful. If I from other universes invite me enthusiastically..."

"No one will invite you." Star-Lord, who was holding the game controller, didn't look back, and then Gamora added another knife, "You are even so stingy that you don't let us see that arm. No one will invite such a stingy person..."

Just at this time, Bucky walked in. The group of people from the Guardians of the Galaxy turned their heads in unison to stare at his arm. Bucky's footsteps stopped. He stretched out his mechanical arm and said: "This is the latest model modified by Howard. I still have to use it. When I eliminate it, I will..."

"What I want is the latest model." Rocket Raccoon rushed up.

Steve rushed over with sharp eyes and quick hands to grab Rocket Raccoon's tail, picked him up, and said: "Hey, little guy, you have enough arm collections. Howard said you also took away my old version of the shield, and the first version of the hover car from Stark Industries. What exactly do you want to do?"

"He wants to find his old lover." Pikachu sold Rocket Raccoon without any psychological burden and said: "Then take that otter to see his counterparts from other universes and show off."

"Seeing color and forgetting friends." Star-Lord snorted coldly and said: "He hasn't participated in our party for more than a month."

"Keep your collection and live your life." Gamora also said.

Steve felt a bit strange. He knew that the members of the Guardians of the Galaxy had a very good relationship. Even if Rocket Raccoon wanted to fall in love, the team members shouldn't have this attitude.

"That otter pitted us." Pikachu said angrily: "She is not a good person at all. This silly boy fell into a beauty trap and thought this damn liar still had old feelings for him. He was really confused!"