Don't worry his mutation ability is strong. He was made to be beaten!

Sōugo fell asleep again, hoping that when he woke up, he had returned to Osaka and hugged Youko. But unfortunately, the first guest he saw in the morning was the last person he wanted to see.

"Please sit down, Miss Natasha."

Natasha, who is wearing casual clothes, doesn't look like a female agent. She is like a housewife who gets up and runs in the morning, didn't look like Black Widow at all. However, under her casual clothes, a tight black leather jacket with a gun and various tools. When she appears in Hell's Kitchen, what awaits her must be all kinds of hidden guns and even a bazooka.

Natasha took a sip of coffee and said, "Mr. Sōugo, first of all, I want to apologize to you on Coulson's behalf. We wanted to contact you because you were Stark's psychological counselor. We want to know more about Stark's troubles. Do you know what would happen if a conglomerate like Stark collapsed? But now we are looking for you because we can't find a better psychiatrist than you."

Natasha is indeed an excellent and good agent. Black Widow is not only aggressive but changes her style according to the situation. She came wearing casual clothes. Now, she has coffee and talks about herself. With her beautiful face, it is difficult for people to feel evil about her.

"You don't have to go around in circles with me. I know exactly why I left the Presbyterian hospital. You didn't find anything there, did you?" Sōugo leaned forward, forcing Natasha to look at him. "The only thing that attracts me there is of no use to you. I just finished my research, but you made me fired because of some unprovoked guesswork. We should settle the account."

Natasha touched her scar where the wound was, as she did whenever she was tense. "We don't know the personnel arrangement of the Presbyterian Hospital, but we have a better job offer here,"

Natasha took out a document and passed it to Sōugo, "We now formally invite you, Mr. Sōugo Tokiwa, to be the Special Agent in the Strategic Homeland Intervention, Enforcement, and Logistics Division. Invited senior psychological counselor to provide psychological counseling services to one or more specific members of the Security Bureau."

Sōugo said, "I'm sorry, I don't..."

"The pay is $1 million an hour."

"Thank you, it's a pleasure to work with." Sōugo stretched out his hand with a smile and shook it with Natasha.

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On this day, before dawn, a drizzle fell over New York. This is not good news for the people of Hell's Kitchen. As the largest slum in Manhattan, there are no municipal benefits here. There are no diligent street sweepers. The rain will only make the streets muddier. If you don't want your sneakers Scrapped, you can only wear heavy rain boots.

The odor of garbage and dust will be more pronounced in such weather. Sōugo closed the windows on the first floor. There are always a few drunkards spitting in his back street, and the smell is unbearable.

Suddenly. There was a crisp ring from the doorbell, and Sōugo glanced at his watch. It was 6:30 a.m., too early even for New York. When Sōugo went downstairs, he saw a tall man with blond hair and blue eyes staring at the desk calendar on his bar.

"It seems that Natasha has reserved an amazing person for me. People who get up before 7 o'clock this year are rare."

"So I'm lucky to have found a friend here."

Sōugo took out the file that Natasha sent him last night. He looked at the photos on the file, then examined the man up and down, "Cap, they're so generous. It looks like your problem should be serious."

Steve shrugged and smiled. "They think everything is serious. Including the fact that I came out without breakfast."

His handsome face looked handsome and cheerful. Sōugo made an American breakfast of toast, fried bacon, two sausages, two large hash browns, and two cups of coffee. Steve wasn't hungry, but the smell of breakfast was fragrant. He picked up the bread and asked, "Do you have butter?"

"Oh, only strawberry jam." Then he looked Steve up and down and said, "Looks like you're an old-school guy, and there aren't many people who put butter on bread these days."

"I'm not used to eating such sweet jam for breakfast."

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

Sōugo took out a jar and handed it to Steve.

"I'm sorry, but can I have an Americano?"

"Americano? You can just ask me for a cup of water,"

"Come on, concentration is bad for my heart"

Before he could finish his words, Sōugo made two cups of espresso, then took a big bite of chocolate. Sōugo sat across from Steve, and the two started having breakfast together.

"At first, when Nick told me to come to the slum to find a psychiatrist. I didn't understand it. Isn't SHIELD's doctor good enough?" Steve said. "But now, I find that the atmosphere here is much better than those white and dazzling psychological counseling rooms of S.H.I.E.L.D. It's more like a courtroom than a counseling room."

"Who can judge you?" Sōugo asked. "Trial Captain America?"

Steve smiled helplessly, " A bunch of old men, including myself."

"S.H.I.E.L.D. should want you to go to their counseling room. But they know. It won't solve your problem there."

Sōugo put down his fork and said, "Did you come from the street outside? What do you think of this place? I mean, this slum."

"I don't know how to describe it. It's scary. There's no change here. Many years have passed, and it's still the same here. Nothing has changed."

"What should have changed in the past few decades?" Sōugo asked after taking a bite of the bread.

Steve spread his hands and said, "Even if we can't eradicate slums, we should make him smaller or better."

Sōugo shook his head and said, "You won the war, Captain America. You did win, and the just war has ended for many years. You think victory should bring many benefits, such as a more prosperous society. A better life for people and you are willing to fight to the last moment for those suffering, and you did." Sōugo shook his head gently and said: "After many years when you wake up, you find that the world has not become what you envisioned before you died. It became gray, a color you can't read."

Steve pursed his lips and looked a little silent. Sōugo said: "I know your problem is not what SHIELD thinks at all, sleeping for too long, being out of touch with society, not knowing how to use mobile phones, listening to the radio, working and resting at all. Small problems like too much regularity. For Captain America, If he can't learn. It's because he doesn't want to. You are resisting this era, unwilling to accept it, unwilling to accept the fact that the results of your hard work are not as good as you expected."

Steve said bitterly: "I have tried my best. Even if the result is not good enough, I am trying to accept it. During the war, if people are not doing well, I will Beat my enemies no matter the cost. But now, people are not doing well, and I don't know who the opponent is."

"Perhaps you feel that the era of you being responsible for people has passed. You don't need to become a war machine anymore."

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

"Captain, you're so empathetic. Even if I tell you to pursue your hobbies, like drawing, PC gaming, or doing sports. You won't let go of these people suffering and just focus on yourself. You are not such a person, so I will not give you such useless advice. I believe the psychiatrist of S.H.I.E.L.D. told you, 'You had to go on vacation, and S.H.I.E.L.D. paid for it anyway.' Ordinary people can't understand your sympathy and sense of responsibility. Of course, you don't have to worry about their incomprehension."

Steve took it seriously, feeling that someone finally understood him. He complained: "They think I have a lot of things to do, such as fitness, watching movies, playing game consoles, but the things I have to do It's not that. I show resistance, and they think I'm too out of date to play this stuff."

"You can change your way of thinking, don't seek understanding from ordinary people. The world is so big, you are not a good person in this era, but there are good people in every era, you can go to them. These are the same as you have saved once. Those who have lived in the world, or are saving the world, will understand you."

Sōugo said: "Also, the good people of this era are not immune to trouble. They don't live as long as you and don't have much experience. They may have power but don't know how to use it. They may have passion but lacks the skill, and it may be scattered and ununited. Find these people. Your era has passed, but the earth still needs people who fight to save the world, right?"

Steve sighed and said, "I'm an outdated veteran who doesn't want to get off the line. You're right, doctor. It's time for them to go to the battlefield. But I have some doubts, can I help? After all, it seems that the rules of the world's operation are completely different from those in war."

"I have someone. A Lucky otaku who was bullied in school. Suddenly, one day, he gained great power and began to Bounce up and down the city, not doing anything serious. You know how dangerous it would be. His power is still growing, and dozens of well-trained special forces may not be him. opponent."

Steve couldn't sit still immediately. "Indeed, I just received the transformation, and I couldn't control my strength. I accidentally injured two medical staff. Where is he now? Where is he? Hospital?"

"He is about to take the final exam and is reviewing."

"My God, why is he still in school?" He patted the table angrily and said to the monitoring equipment on the table, "Hey, Nick, what did you do? How can you keep a transformation fighter at school? "

Steve stood up, and Sōugo waved his hand at him and said, "He is different from you, not a modified person with drugs. A unique mutation and his power grow gradually, Rather than becoming uncontrollable in one go. This kind of teenage guy is arrogant, sensitive, impulsive, and timid. They need someone needs to teach him. It's better to let him see the sinister society."

Steve squeezed his fist and said, "Indeed, I've seen many recruits like this. They want to rush to the battlefield with their blood. When they see the bombing and grenades, they are scared and scream. They are still far away."

"He will finish the exam tomorrow night. You can stop him and then beat him up. Don't worry his mutation ability is strong. He was made to be beaten."

Steve was even gearing up. Those young recruits were repaired by the captain one by one. Watching the recruits collapse was A moment of relaxation and joy in his military career.