Chapter 3687

Shiler completely understood the dilemma Peter was facing now. He was indeed a genius. But as long as he acted as an ordinary person, he had to face one thing that ordinary people fear most and are most unwilling to face, which is aging.

Peter is not 16 anymore. He is almost 30. Accompanied by the growth of age, he has passed the age when his thinking was most active and his energy was most abundant, turning into a middle-aged person who needs rest and careful maintenance to maintain his state.

But this is actually a paradox. Because Peter is not a businessman, he is a scientist. He needs to be immersed in the laboratory all year round, and when he is busy, he doesn't distinguish between day and night, not even having time to sleep, let alone exercising or anything like that.

But if he doesn't maintain a certain amount of exercise, and his diet and rest are not regular, over time he will enter a sub-healthy state, which will require more time to restore energy, further compressing scientific research time. If he can't finish his work for a while, he will be even busier later, have even less time to exercise, health problems will be more serious, and he will need more time to rest. This is the sub-healthy vicious cycle of modern people.

When Peter was still young, of course, he would feel that he had endless energy. Even without the help of spider powers, he was still full of inspiration and energy, able to work for 20 or 30 hours straight without feeling tired.

But once he got older, this obviously wouldn't work. Energy couldn't keep up, brain rotation speed slowed down, which would also lead to slower speed when thinking about problems, and naturally, there wouldn't be so much inspiration. Many people who have worked in creative industries should have this experience.

If Peter was just an ordinary scientific worker, that would be fine. But walking to this step today, he already has an independent research group, an independent laboratory, and several research groups in his hands. If he can't think of anything himself, it may lead to the entire group not having any results, which is a complete waste of time and resources.

Because of Shiler's arrival, Peter's years have been very smooth. Without the death of Uncle Ben, Peter failed to recognize the heaviness of reality in time, and still carried many characteristics of an idealist.

He felt that since he could contribute to humanity with his wisdom, he would give the power to others, and he could make a double contribution. Undoubtedly, this is also a quite idealistic model, even carrying a bit of childishness and naivety.

However, he has recognized reality recently. Besides going to work as usual, he also has to practice cooking and has to work on the braking device for the flying car. He clearly felt that he couldn't keep up with the busyness.

It was fine during the day in the laboratory, at least he could concentrate on thinking about problems. But after a day of work, if he were asked to think about what braking method to use to improve the flying car, he felt his brain was a mess, wishing he could return to his room and fall asleep.

Peter was of course not reconciled. He understood that he had the potential to do it, but the hardware didn't cooperate, and his energy couldn't keep up. If he continued like this, not getting results would be a small matter, but really tiring himself into some illness would be the trouble.

He also had magic energy and faith power in his body, but these didn't quite match his body. The Golden Apple is a consumable, the time it lasts depends on the degree of tossing his own body, it is not a long-term solution, and what fits him most is the spider power. But Miles has already successfully debuted and is quite popular with New York citizens. Peter wouldn't take back what he gave away, so he could only bite the bullet and find Nick.

But Peter didn't want others to think he was going back on his word, so he could only find an excuse. He originally thought that during some dangerous event later, he would suffer a minor injury, and then propose to take back the power for self-preservation, which would be more natural. As a result, he and Stark operated together and blew up the kitchen directly. Now it's good, not only did he take back the spider power, but Stark was also required to wear armor when entering the kitchen, otherwise, the two greatest scientists in American history would die in a ridiculous kitchen accident.

"Peter, being chosen by the Spider Totem is an inevitability. Because in the entire universe, only you are the most compatible with this power. No matter when, the Spider Totem will always welcome you back. You don't have to have any psychological burden. Taking a step back, our universe is not lacking in energy at all. All the efforts of me and the others in the Avengers and Kamar-Taj are for the sake of us not having to haggle over that one or two portions of power in the future. It is our honor that you enjoy this result."

Peter pursed his lips, his eyes red. Just as he was about to say something, with a "bang", the kitchen door was knocked open. Seeing Natasha rushed in with long strides, stuck into the wine cabinet like a javelin, pulled out the bottle with the highest alcohol content in Shiler's wine cabinet, smashed it onto the high stool of the island like a meteorite, slammed the bottle down, reached out and grabbed a wine glass, filled it up with a "gulp, gulp, gulp", threw her head back, and drank the wine in the glass in one gulp.

Peter's bit of emotion was all held back, he dodged to the side with a bit of fear, and in the end, he simply ran out in a puff of smoke to tinker with the flying car with Stark.

"What's wrong with you?" Shiler asked.

Seeing Natasha let out a long sigh.

Shiler was really a bit curious, because Seeing Natasha is not the type of person who likes to sigh, unless the situation has deteriorated to the point where she can't do anything but sigh.

"What happened?"

"Put away that smile of yours that wants to see the fun!" Seeing Natasha roared at him, "I haven't settled the account of that day with you yet!"

"I don't know what you're talking about." Shiler lowered his head to study his fingerprints.

"Alright, as you wish, Doctor. Now Bucky and Clint are about to fight! I'm really going crazy!"

Shiler's smile became even brighter. He even put down his phone, went to the refrigerator to get some ice cubes for Seeing Natasha, and then said: "Tell me about it, maybe I can help you."

Seeing Natasha rolled her eyes and said: "If the TV series in your head isn't enough for 30 episodes now, I'll eat this glass!"

"It's only at the second season, ma'am." Shiler said with a smile, "Currently stopped at the climax of the fight scene. Mind telling me in detail?"

"If I told you in detail, this show of yours would never pass the censorship." Seeing Natasha wiped her lips and said, "Last night, Bucky and I went to a restaurant. When we went back at night, we were preparing to relax. And then at this time Clint called me..."

Shiler's eyes glanced to the side. Two bright heads outside the window. He looked up again, and the camera moved slightly and flashed a light towards him. The group chat message on his phone, which had just been pulled back not long ago, was flooded again. Immediately followed by a voice call. Shiler answered it calmly.

Seeing Natasha began to chatter about what happened last night. Actually, there was no big deal, it was just that when she and Bucky were in the same room, Clint made a phone call. And then Bucky suddenly realized something and started to dig up old accounts with Seeing Natasha.

Seeing Natasha felt that she didn't have any extra feelings for Clint. But Bucky believed that Seeing Natasha handing over the decision-making power of such a major decision as whether to stay in the United States to Clint, the relationship between the two was probably not that simple. Although he didn't say it directly, he was obviously dissatisfied.

"He is just dissatisfied that he knew me earlier, but couldn't compare to a 30-year-old young man." Seeing Natasha said, supporting her forehead with her hand, "He insisted on asking me if I thought he was old. My God. What do you think I can answer him? 'It's okay, honey, I'm older than you'. Is that what he wants to hear?"

"You're not older than him, right?" Shiler calculated and said, "Bucky was born in 1917, you were born in 1928, he is even 11 years older than you."

"That's the problem!" Seeing Natasha raised her voice and said, "He insisted on saying that the years he was brainwashed and controlled don't count! Just like the years Captain America was frozen under the ice don't count! Don't you think this is absurd?! Men's inexplicable competitive spirit..."

Shiler opened his mouth, not even knowing how to evaluate the point they were struggling with. "So you discussed all night about who is older?"

"No." Seeing Natasha scratched her hair a bit irritably and said, "Clint called to say he hoped I would cooperate with his training. S. H. I. E. L. D. field agents take turns sparring. The agent whose turn it was recently asked for leave to go back to his hometown. The next one is indeed me, but the time is too inconvenient now, so I wanted to refuse. As a result, Clint insisted on coming to pick me up the next morning..."

"And then he came?"

"Of course! He even bought breakfast!"

"Then he is quite thoughtful."

"For three people!"

"Never mind what I said." Shiler sighed and said, "Steve once said that his dear B. B. has many tricks. I think our C. B. has quite a few tricks too. So you ate breakfast together?"

"Eat what eat, do you think everyone is like you, knowing only to study eating every day?" Seeing Natasha poured another drink and said, "As long as the three of us stay together for more than ten minutes, I have to explain. In the years they didn't know, what happened between me and the other party. But how do you think I can explain?"

"'Why can't a woman fall in love with two men at the same time?'"

"Not at the same time!"

"That is to say, you did indeed love both of them?"

"You damn psychologist!"

Shiler poured himself a glass of plum juice, thought for a while, and said: "The key now is that both the new flame and the old love want to know if you have truly loved them and if you have truly loved the other party. But you know you can't answer this question, because once you answer it, the next step will become who you love more. But you might not even have the answer to this question yourself."

"What do you think?" Seeing Natasha asked very straightforwardly, "Do you think I have loved both of them? Who do I love more?"

"The answer to the first question is undoubtedly yes, if you didn't love them, you wouldn't let them influence such a major decision in your life. You are such a person, Seeing Natasha. The way you prove you love someone is to let them participate in your life. When they make a major decision for you, every step you take in the future has their shadow. For a love, this is the best souvenir."

"Then what about the second question?"

"I said, there is no answer to this. Because you are in different eras, different situations, and your state is also different. The 20% you loved for your first love might be higher than the 70% for the later ones. This is simply incomparable."

"Then what if they both force me to compare?"

"I really don't know why you would struggle with this, ma'am." Shiler shook his head lightly, looking a bit puzzled. He looked at Seeing Natasha and said, "Especially when you are not the heroine of a TV series, but Black Widow, and have the strength to beat them both up. You beat them half to death, who else can force you?"

Seeing Natasha was stunned for a few seconds, then suddenly realized.

At the same time, Shiler looked down at his phone, and Steve, who had heard the whole process through the voice call, was frantically tagging Bucky in the group:

"@BB, buddy, you must live until my birthday. Now, run!!!"

?? Headache all day, went to sleep.