6 Chapter-6 | "Unfortunate" departure... [Edited]

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When Schiller went to sleep at night, he discovered that he could actually stay in the Marvel universe. He could sleep, go back to DC, continue sleeping in DC, and then return to Marvel. After all, time doesn't pass in DC, so he could stay in Marvel and avoid the haze of Gotham City.

But the good times didn't last long. Before Schiller could take Peter and his family for a medical check-up on the weekend, SHIELD came knocking on his door.

It was during working hours, and Schiller had just finished checking the rooms. He was using the doctor's internal system to schedule a medical examination for Peter's family when someone knocked on his office door. Schiller, sitting behind his desk, didn't look up. Suddenly, his Spider-Sense tingled, and he cautiously looked up to see a stranger standing at the door.

"Hey, doctor, don't be nervous. I'm Coulson, a SHIELD agent," the man said, noticing Schiller's tense posture. Schiller glanced at him from above his glasses and said, "Let's talk outside. These are all my patients."

Coulson nodded hurriedly, and the two went downstairs and sat in the coffee shop next to the hospital. Schiller frowned and said, "Is SHIELD running out of people? Or is it difficult to find a female agent who can wear a nurse's uniform?"

Coulson was puzzled by Schiller's attitude. Shouldn't an ordinary person show fear or resistance when an agent suddenly showed up at their door? It seemed that his boss was right; there was definitely something wrong with Schiller.

Schiller showed some impatience as he said, "I'm already a day late, absent from work for a day. The whole clinic knows that I stay up late drinking and taking drugs. If you want to cause trouble for me, can you wait until this is over? I'll get fired!"

"But according to our records, you are just a temporary psychological consultant hired by the Presbyterian Hospital. You took over in the absence of the head of the psychiatric department..."

"Does that matter? I need this job right now. What if you get me fired?"

Coulson said, "I'm sorry, Mr. Schiller. We didn't mean to disturb you. We heard that you are Mr. Stark's psychological consultant, and we wanted to learn more about his mental condition. Of course, we will pay the consultation fee on time..."

"One million dollars per hour."

"Pfft!" Coulson sprayed his coffee out and wiped his mouth, saying, "If you refuse, there's no need for such excuses..."

"If you can't afford it, don't come for treatment." Schiller rolled his eyes and got up to leave, behaving like an unethical doctor.

Surprisingly, Coulson didn't stop him. After Schiller left, Coulson pressed his headphones and said, "There must be something fishy in that hospital. He was in a hurry to get me out and then rushed back... Alright, understood..."

Schiller returned to his clinic room. He focused his attention and expanded his telepathic senses to feel the emotions of the mentally ill patients. He tried to express their emotions as much as possible using words— the inner world of the group of mentally ill patients was extremely chaotic and crazy. Schiller hastily wrote several pages and locked them in a drawer.

When he returned to his apartment that night, Schiller realized that an agent had probably searched it. He used his Spider-Sense to scan the place but didn't find any bugs or cameras, so he didn't pay much attention to it.

In SHIELD, Nick Fury stared at the glowing materials panel displaying Schiller's detailed information. Coulson stood behind him and said, "He's very anxious about his job. It seems he doesn't want to leave that hospital. We found many bottles of alcohol and some drugs at his home..."

"These are some papers we found in his office today. Only these remained. It seems he urgently destroyed more of them because we found a lot of shredded paper in the sewer. Unfortunately, they can't be recovered."

Nick took those papers and said, "Does he have a mental illness? No, these don't seem like the ramblings of one person. He collects mental materials from the psychiatric department? How does he communicate with those mentally ill patients?"

"These records are obviously not the kind of information an ordinary doctor can access. They even contain extreme privacy of patients..."

"Can he hypnotize people?" Coulson asked.

"Our psychologists can do that too. Can he make you reveal what color underwear you liked to wear in elementary school?" Nick said.

"Maybe he's just making things up," Coulson said.

"He seems to have extra knowledge about Stark Industries' past and our old friends. Moreover, he can hit Stark's weaknesses head-on. Today, it seems he even caused Stark's AI butler to malfunction logically," Nick said.

"Do you want him to work for us?"

"He knows how to deal with Stark. We will have more people like him to deal with in the future." Nick put the stack of documents aside and said, "Anyway, let's find out what's really going on in that hospital and, if possible, get him transferred from there."

"I dislike these intellectual types. They're always too calm, cautious, and unpredictable. It's hard to deal with opponents who know how to use their brains," Nick said.

[ShaneFreak: Its funny, he works together to scam military and even Kingpin with Schiller...]

"Perhaps he's just an ordinary psychologist, and collecting the ravings of those patients is his hobby..." Coulson suggested.

"Coulson, sometimes I wonder if your Level 8 Agent rank has some room for improvement," Nick said.

"A person who can make Stark completely lose his composure within thirty minutes and confidently enter Stark Industries the next day, do you think he's an ordinary psychologist? Or do you think Tony Stark is really just a playboy who doesn't take anything seriously and only hangs out with models?"

"Understood. I'll make sure he leaves that hospital first," Coulson said.

So, the next day, Schiller received the news of his dismissal in Stark's office. He shrugged and said, "You see, I really need your support now, Mr. Stark. You wouldn't just let your dedicated psychologist become unemployed and bankrupt, would you?"

Stark said, "Two million dollars not enough for you to start your own psychological clinic?"

"Money isn't the problem. The issue is the qualifications required for a Psychological Clinic. I need a legitimate psychological therapy room, not a scam organization on the street like fortune-tellers."

"With your credentials, can't you get the necessary permits? J.A.R.V.I.S. told me yesterday that you have three Doctor degrees," Stark said.

"Yes, but the location for my Psychological Clinic is rather unique," Schiller said, taking a sip of ice wine.

Stark tinkered with his machines and asked, "Where is it?"

"Hell's Kitchen," Schiller replied.

Stark's hand shook, causing poor Mark 2 to burst into a series of sparks. He said, "I can't believe you have such a compassionate heart, like the Virgin Mary, wanting to save the poor souls and rotten scoundrels in that hellish neighborhood."

Schiller didn't say much. He said, "I need a legally established Psychological Clinic in Hell's Kitchen. In exchange, I can grant you one request."

Schiller emphasized the word "legally."

Stark said, "Do I have anything to ask for your help? Ha, don't be ridiculous. I'm Stark."

"Don't you want to know if Pepper truly loves you?" Schiller asked.

Stark's hand shook again, causing Mark 2 to explode its right leg. Schiller silently took a step back, looking at Stark's charred face. He nervously rubbed his own face and said, "What did you say? What happened to Pepper?"

Clearly, Stark hadn't realized his feelings for Pepper yet.

"I can tell you at an appropriate time whether Pepper truly loves you, with guaranteed accuracy. You've witnessed my abilities," Schiller said.

"Pepper loves me, of course. Women all over the world love Stark," Stark replied.

"Is that so? Is she just one among all the women in the world? Nothing special?" Schiller asked.

Stark fell silent.

"I can promise you that. And of course, starting tomorrow, you don't need to come for any psychological consultations anymore. If Pepper contacts you, you can decline," Schiller said.

"Can't you afford the consultation fee anymore?"

Stark, like a cat with its tail stepped on, shouted, "Even if you charge me ten million dollars per hour, I can afford it! I just don't need any psychological counseling! I'm not crazy! I'm perfectly fine!"

Schiller shook his head and said slowly, "Unfortunately, Mark 2 doesn't seem to agree."

Both of them looked down at the armor, missing one leg. Stark pointed to the door and yelled, "Get out right now!"

Schiller returned to his home and messaged Peter, saying, "The weekend check-up has been scheduled. I will inform the hospital to provide you with excellent service. However, our meeting might have to be postponed because I have resigned from that hospital."

Peter expressed concern, but Schiller dismissed it, saying it was just a change in his career plans. Peter was touched that despite resigning, Schiller still remembered the scheduled check-up. He eagerly said, "Are you still in New York? If you are, maybe we can meet up, have dinner together, or you can come to my place..."

Schiller politely declined Peter's invitation and messaged Charles, asking, "What if I open a hospital in Hell's Kitchen? How would Devil react?"

"I'm afraid the devil won't take kindly to that," Charles replied.

"You seem to have personal experience with this," Schiller remarked.

"I advise against it. Perhaps you are just an ordinary person with talents, but ordinary people can't resist the devil," Charles warned.

"But only criminals can fight against criminals, right?" Schiller questioned.

Charles, on the other end of the computer, fell into silence upon reading that sentence. He thought, "Is that what you believe, Erik?"

Is it only by turning oneself into a criminal that one can confront the most wicked criminals?

Charles shook his head. No, justice must have its fair means of realization. If one only plunges themselves into hell to fight the devil, it's no different from becoming tainted by the same evil.

Outside the window, students from Xavier's School for Gifted Youngsters were playing and chasing each other on the playground. Storm scolded them to go back to class, while Jean Grey watched from the sidelines. Everything seemed beautiful.

But Xavier knew that the shadow of the Dark Phoenix was far from being gone.