Chapter-30 | Steve...

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Compared to Gotham, New York doesn't rain often, and the weather here is usually sunny, but there are always a few exceptions throughout the year.

On this day, it was still dark when it began to drizzle in New York.

This was not good news for the people of Hell's Kitchen, the largest slum in Manhattan. This place does not enjoy any municipal benefits, and there are no diligent street sweepers. The rain will only make the streets muddy, and if you don't want to ruin your sneakers, you have to wear heavy rain boots.

The smell of garbage and dust is more noticeable in such weather. Schiller closed the windows on the first floor. There are always a few drunks who vomit on the back streets, and the smell is unbearable.

Suddenly, the doorbell rang with a crisp sound. Schiller looked at his watch. It was 6:30 in the morning. Even in fast-paced New York, this time is too early.

Schiller walked downstairs and saw a tall, blond-haired, blue-eyed man staring at the calendar on the counter.

Schiller said, "It looks like Natasha really made an appointment for me with an outstanding person. It's rare to find someone who gets up before 7 o'clock these days."

The man said, "So I am fortunate to have found a fellow enthusiast here."

Schiller took out the file that Natasha had sent him last night. He looked at the photo on the file and then looked up and down at the man and said, "Steve Rogers, the SHIELD has unlimited appointment time for your treatment. They are so generous, it looks like your problem must be very serious."

Steve shrugged and said, "They think everything is serious, including the fact that I came out without having breakfast."

Schiller knocked on the table to indicate that he should sit down and said, "Then your decision is correct. Maybe the people at SHIELD didn't tell you that if you happen to come at mealtime, I don't mind inviting you to eat."

Steve chuckled, his handsome face smiling and carefree.

Schiller made an American breakfast: toasted bread, fried bacon, two sausages, two large potatoes, and two cups of coffee.

Steve was actually not hungry, but the smell of breakfast was really too delicious, so he picked up the bread and asked, "Excuse me, is there any butter?"

Schiller looked at him in surprise and said, "Oh, just strawberry jam."

Then he looked up and down at Steve and said, "It looks like you are an old-fashioned person. There are not many people who spread butter on bread these days."

Steve said, "It's okay, I'm just not used to eating such sweet jam for breakfast."

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"Then let me give you some sauce. I made it myself."

Schiller took out a jar and handed it to Steve.

Steve looked again at the coffee cup, which is about the size of a jar lid, and the concentrated coffee with a strong flavor, and said, "I'm sorry, but can I have American coffee?"

"American coffee? Actually, you can just say you want me to rinse your water cup." Schiller said.

On the other side, Natasha, who was listening, said into the intercom, "Monitoring object refers to American coffee as dirty water, suspecting possible Italian descent..."

Steve was not angry. He just waved his hand and said, "Hey, don't say that. I just think espresso is not good for the heart."

Before he finished speaking, Schiller had already finished two cups of espresso and took a big bite of chocolate. The symbiote happily hummed in his brain.

Schiller sat opposite Steve and the two of them started eating breakfast together.

"At first, Nick told me to come to the slum and find a psychotherapist on my own. I didn't understand it at all. Aren't SHIELD's doctors good enough?" Steve said.

"But now, I find that the atmosphere here is much better than the blinding white psychological counseling rooms at SHIELD."

"Compared to psychological counseling rooms, those places are more like courts."

"Who can judge you?" Schiller asked. "Captain America on trial?"

Steve chuckled a little helplessly and said, "That's all in the past, including myself."

"I think SHIELD probably wants you to go to their own counseling room as well, but I'm afraid they know that it can't solve your problems."

Schiller put down his fork and said, "Did you walk here from the street outside? How do you feel about this place? I mean, this slum."

Steve squeezed his hands and said, "I don't know how to describe it. It's terrifying because there's no change here at all."

"In the days when I lived, the slum was like this too. Dirty and smelly drainage ditches, all vomit from drunken people, drunken drunks leaning against the corner of the building, gangsters couldn't find a penny in their pockets, and even children were used to feeling people's pockets and never learned to behave."

"Many years have passed and it's still like this, no change at all."

"What kind of change do you think should have happened in the past few decades?" Schiller asked, taking a bite of the bread.

Steve spread his hands and said, "Even if we can't root out the slum, it should at least be smaller or have a better life."

Schiller shook his head and said, "You won the war, Captain America, you really won those ***, we won, that war ended many years ago."

"You thought that victory should bring many benefits, such as a more prosperous society and people living better lives. For those who suffer, you are willing to fight until the end and you have indeed done so."

Schiller shook his head lightly and said, "After decades, when you wake up again, you find that the world is not like this. It has not become what you hoped it would be before you died. The black world has not turned white, but gray, a color that you do not understand."

Steve pursed his lips and appeared somewhat silent. Schiller said, "I know that your problem is not what the Shield thinks, being in a coma for too long and being out of touch with society. It is not a small problem such as not knowing how to use a phone, liking to listen to the radio, or having a regular schedule."

"For Captain America, as long as he wants to learn, there is no modern society tool that he cannot learn."

"If he cannot learn, it is only because he does not want to learn."

"You are resisting this era, unwilling to accept it, unwilling to accept the fact that the result of your arduous work is not as good as you expected."

Steve remarked bitterly, "I have done my part. Despite the results not being good enough, I am trying to accept them. But what makes me upset is that during the war, if people are not living well, I will attack my enemies and defeat them no matter what the cost is. But now, when people are not living well, I do not even know who the opponent is."

"Have you ever thought that your era has passed and the era you are responsible for has also passed, and you don't have to be a war machine anymore?"

"Then what should I do? I should do something, right?"

"Captain America, you are so sympathetic that even if I suggested that you pursue your hobbies such as drawing comics or playing sports, you would not put down the suffering of these people and would enjoy yourself instead." You are not such a person, so I will not give you such useless advice."

"I believe the Shield's psychologists have also said this to you, right? Is there anyone in this world who does not enjoy life? They think from the bottom of their hearts, if they were like you, they would fly to Hawaii for a vacation, and the Shield would pay for it."

"Ordinary people cannot understand your excessive sympathy and sense of responsibility, and you don't have to worry about their lack of understanding."

Steve nodded deeply, feeling that someone finally understood him. "They think I have a lot to do, like exercising, watching movies, and playing video games, but what I need is not these activities." They think I am resistant and I am too outdated and cannot play these things."

"But perhaps you can change your mindset and stop seeking understanding from ordinary people. The world is so big. You are not the hero of this era, but every era has heroes, and you can find them. These are people who have saved the world like you, or are still saving the world, and they will understand you."

Schiller said, "And the heroes of this era also faced problems. They are not as long-lived or as experienced as you. They may have strength but not know how to use it, they may have passion but lack skills, and they may be scattered and uncoordinated."

"You can find these people. Your era has passed, but the earth is still turning and there are still people who are fighting to save the world, right?"

Steve sighed and said, "I am an outdated but unwilling to retire old soldier. What you said is right, Doctor, it's time for the upcoming soldiers to go to the battlefield."

"But I am a little puzzled. Can I really help? After all, the rules of how the world operates and war are completely different now."

"I have a person here who I must recommend to you. He is a lucky kid and his experience is similar to yours. He was originally just a bullied nerd in school, but one day he gained great power and started jumping around the city, not doing anything serious."

"What I mean is that these kinds of adolescents guys, you know, are arrogant and sensitive, impulsive and timid. They need to be taught a lesson by someone and it would be helpful if they could see the dangers of society."

Steve clenched his fist and said, "Indeed, I've seen many newly recruited recruits like this. They want to rush to the battlefield with enthusiasm, but when they see bombings and missiles, they cry out in fear. They still have a long way to go."

Schiller said, "I suspect he will finish his exams tonight and will probably wander out. You can stop him and then beat him up. Don't worry, his mutant ability is strong, so a beating won't do much harm."

Steve even rubbed his hands together, which reminded him of his days on the battlefield. Those young rookie recruits, each one yelling as they were disciplined by the team leader, were some of the few moments in his military career that felt relaxed and enjoyable.

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