Chapter 3682: The Mercury Era (Part 13)

The new nursing home has a very beautiful backyard. The gardener level of a luxury hotel in the best location in New York will not disappoint. Shrubs and flowers are layered, and sycamore trees, beech trees, and various broad-leaved trees cast dense shade. And what Schiller likes most is that there is a porch outside the back door, and the pillars and the top shed are all red roses like the backyard wall. The sunlight falls through the gaps between the leaves and petals. When sitting on the porch, one can just see the plants in the garden competing for beauty, making people recall the summer in the European countryside in Monet's paintings.

The temperature dropped in the evening, and Schiller moved a recliner and sat on the right side of the porch. Hearing a few "thump, thump, thump" sounds, he opened his phone and saw that he had been removed from almost all group chats.

He sighed. Peter happened to open the kitchen window, poked his head out, and asked: "Doctor, why is the oven not powered on? I finally mixed the powder, and the hot raspberry pie will be out of the oven soon."

"There is a switch behind the refrigerator," Schiller said, "It seems it can be used after you turn it on. But I must remind you, you have already failed four times. I confirm that the nursing home's trash can will not play the vinyl record you threw in. Pay attention to the heat this time, okay?"

Peter wailed dejectedly and said: "I clearly followed the recipe my aunt gave me..."

"Is that so? What about the extra 200 grams of sugar?"

"I think it will taste better if it's sweeter."

"Berry jam?"

"Used to add flavor."

"Banana puree?"

"A short video I swiped."

"What about watermelon juice?"

"I heard that will make the dough softer."

"I have to say, Peter," Schiller sat up from the recliner, looked at Peter, and said, "You should go find Tony."

"He will like my cooking style?"

"He will make your cooking skills seem not so bad. I don't know who else besides Tony Stark could make continuous mistakes on the simplest raspberry pie. In terms of cooking, being too innovative is not a good thing."

Peter went back to the kitchen to get busy. Schiller lay on the window and looked at his phone, sighing: "They actually kicked me out of the birthday celebration group. Good heavens, is Steve really not afraid of seeing a pile of vinyl records placed on the food table on his birthday? I am the best cook among you, and kicking me out, what is the point of this birthday party?"

"They kicked you out?" Peter turned his head to look for his phone with some surprise, took off his flour-stained gloves, opened his phone screen, and sure enough, several groups showed that Schiller had been removed from the group chat.

"What did you do, Doctor?"

"Hmph, I just gave some pointers to a pair of confused couples and made a small effort to repair their emotional relationship." Schiller stretched out one hand, pinching his index finger and thumb together.

And Peter saw an entire universe in between.

Early the next morning, in the activity room of the Avengers base, Steve threw himself onto the spacious sofa. Coulson opened two bottles of beer and poured two cups of coffee, placing them on the same tray and bringing them next to the coffee table.

The side door made a "click" sound, and in walked Dr. Banner.

"Good morning, Steve! I saw Dr. Schiller was kicked out by you guys, what did he do again?"

"It's hard to explain," Steve shook his head and looked at him, "You know, everything Schiller does is hard to explain. This is what he wants."

"Alright. I just came to ask you, is Carter allergic to nuts? Or is she allergic to anything else?"

"No," Steve said, "Are you planning to make a dish with nuts?"

"Yes, I learned a very delicious nut chocolate cake recipe from Betty's great-aunt, and I intend to try it."

"Carter is not allergic, but I suggest you go ask others, maybe they are allergic to nuts."

"Forget it, besides Agent Carter, this ordinary person, those superhumans wouldn't die even if they were allergic. And I have to say, this cake is absolutely worth you guys taking the risk to try..."

"Hey! Steve! We're back early!" The door was pushed open, and Wolverine Logan rushed in. Steve hurriedly stood up and hugged him, saying: "You guys really didn't need to run back from so far away, it's not a big deal..."

"Don't say that, everyone will be honored to attend Captain America's 100th birthday." Jean stood behind and said.

Steve's gaze slid between the two of them quickly. Logan winked at him, and the two walked inside with their arms around each other's shoulders.

"Scott really pissed Jean off this time, they two broke up." Logan took a beer from the side and pried open the bottle cap with his own claws, saying, "This is my best chance."

"Honestly, I don't approve of you doing this. I know you didn't go to pry the corner of the wall, but... sigh, forget it."

Logan was surprised and said: "Why don't you persuade me anymore? Every time I mentioned this in the past, you would give a big set of principles."

"Yes, originally I thought you guys were already unreasonable enough, but obviously, now I've met even more unreasonable ones." Steve leaned against the wall and supported his forehead with his hand, saying, "I got up two hours early this morning, just afraid the hospital would call."

"What's wrong?" Logan became nervous and said, "Is there something wrong with Carter and the child?"

"No, it's Bucky." Steve briefly told Logan about what happened last night. Unexpectedly, Logan didn't care at all.

"What's the matter with this, they are both adults. Even if the process was a bit intense, as long as they enjoyed it themselves, then outsiders can't control it. Besides..."

Steve leaned his head forward slightly. Logan looked left and right, especially looking at Jean's situation, leaned into Steve's ear, lowered his voice, and said a few words. Steve looked at Logan in disbelief.

"Are you serious?!" Steve looked at Logan and said.

"Of course, I have no choice either." Logan shook his hands and said, "I went to see a psychologist, he did some tests for me, and then said this is an instinctive reaction. If it were childhood, maybe it could be corrected, but now it's definitely not possible."

"So you focused on chasing Jean, just because she won't be cut open by you when you are overly excited and instinctively extend your claws?"

"Not entirely, but there is indeed a part of this reason." Logan said, "You wouldn't want to know what it feels like to see smooth human tissue slices falling on you in pieces at the most excited moment, and they are even still hot..."

Steve bared his teeth, pushed Logan away, and walked back to the sofa with a speechless face and sat down. Coulson saw him a bit distracted, handed him a cup of coffee, and said: "What's wrong, Captain? Didn't you chat happily with Logan?"

"No, I'm just thinking, the perverts around me... I mean, the humans who aren't so normal, seem to be more than I imagined."

"This is very normal, Captain." Coulson shrugged and said, "Superpowered people and mutants can't be considered normal at all. Their body structures and abilities are different from ordinary people, so naturally, there will be some special habits. As long as it doesn't endanger public safety, no one can interfere."

"And to be precise," Coulson leaned his body forward, holding the coffee cup with both hands and said, "Captain, you are the abnormal one."

Steve looked at him. Coulson continued: "Maybe it's the technical limitations of your era, most modified humans who have accepted genetic modification will have the same problem, and that is excessive energy. Your adrenaline secretion level is much higher than ordinary people, which gives you more sensitive senses, more powerful physique, and better endurance, but at the same time makes you more excited."

"Due to the excitement reaction brought by this physiological hormone, the threshold for your mental excitement is much higher than others. Conventional sexual behavior of ordinary people may not be able to bring you enough pleasure; modified humans need deeper stimulation to feel pleasure."

Steve fell into deep thought. Actually, he was recalling, recalling his experience in emotional experiences. But he still shook his head and said: "I don't have this feeling. When I am intimate with my lover, I feel very satisfied."

"Yes, but that's just spiritual satisfaction." Coulson said, "Because you love her, having physical contact with her in your mind is meaningful, and this meaning makes you feel satisfied. Captain, you are very lucky, your heart has sufficient love, so even if you don't pursue physical stimulation, you can make yourself fulfilled. This is healthy and normal. Then you really can't require everyone to have this ability, especially those who have experienced bad things, their love might have been consumed very early."

Thinking of Bucky and Natasha's experiences, Steve was silent. But he still flipped his palms, his expression complex, and said: "But even if they need stimulation, they shouldn't... I mean, how does that bring intense stimulation?"

"I don't know about this." Coulson shook his head and said, "This involves the working principle of the transmission system between the human body and spirit, which is very complex. If you really want to know very much, you can go ask Dr. Schiller."

"Oh, my God." Steve first covered his forehead, and then rubbed his face with his hands and said, "This is absolutely impossible. If you say this group of perverts also has levels, Schiller is probably the Pharaoh among them. Discussing this kind of perverted topic with him will make me feel that my brain is polluted. I will absolutely not go ask."

"Alright. But I have to say, realizing that the number of abnormal people around you has increased at this time is a good thing."

"Why?"

"It's better than realizing it at the birthday party. Captain, you'd better not have any extra expectations for the dishes they bring. I'm already contacting the S. H. I. E. L. D. medical team, preparing a full set of gastric lavage equipment, and waiting at any time that night."

"It's not that exaggerated, right?" Steve said, "Even if they don't know how to cook, go find a recipe, there shouldn't be any problems, the most should be worried about is allergic reactions. But as Dr. Banner said, modified humans shouldn't have food poisoning."

"Do you know what another side effect brought by mental excitement is? Captain."

"What is it?"

"Thinking divergence, inspiration, like to give extra creativity when doing something. If used in cooking, it's hard to imagine what the dishes will be made into by them."

"But at least there are a few normal people." Steve nodded and said.

"Yes, there are a few. But there really aren't many." Coulson said, "And if you think I should be included, then I'm afraid I'll disappoint you. Yesterday I practiced chiffon cake for a whole day, and besides destroying a dozen eggs, there was almost no progress."

Steve sighed long, took out his phone, and prepared to send a message to Carter, reminding her not to eat any food easily that night.

Just at this moment, with a "bang", the door was pushed open. Bucky and Natasha walked in one after another, both of them radiant and glowing, adding up to looking like they were a hundred years younger. ===== CHAPTER 3683 =====