Until bedtime, Schiller discovers that he could stay in the Marvel world if he wants. He sleeps, back to DC, continues sleeping, and then return to the Marvel. Anyway, time in DC is static, so he can stay in the Marvel without being affected by the poisonous smog in Gotham.
However, the good times don't last long. Before the weekend when Schiller could take Peter and his family for a medical examination, S.H.I.E.L.D. comes knocking on his door.
It is during work hours when someone knocks on Schiller's office door. Schiller, sitting behind his desk, doesn't look up until his Spider-Sense tingles. He raises his head alertly and finds a stranger standing at the door.
"Hey, doctor, don't be nervous. I'm Agent Coulson from S.H.I.E.L.D.," the man notices Schiller's tension. Schiller stares at him behind his glasses and says calmly, "Let's talk outside. These are all my patients."
Coulson nods hurriedly, and the two go downstairs and sit in a café next to the hospital. Schiller frowns, "Is there no one left in S.H.I.E.L.D.? Or is it difficult to find a female agent who can wear a nurse's uniform?"
Coulson somewhat puzzled by Schiller's attitude. Shouldn't ordinary people show fear or rejection when a secret agent suddenly comes knocking? It seems that the boss was right. There's definitely something hidden about Schiller.
Schiller seems a little impatient and speaks, "I'd already been late by a day and skipped work for a day. Everyone in the ward knows that I stay up late drinking and doing drugs. If you're going to give me trouble, can you wait until this is over? I'll be fired!"
"But according to our information, you're just a temporary psychological consultant hired by the Presbyterian Hospital to fill in for the absent head of the psychiatric department..."
"Does that matter? I really need this job now. What will you compensate if you make me lose it?"
Coulson apologies, "I'm sorry, Mr. Schiller. We didn't mean to disturb you. We just heard that you are Mr. Stark's psychological consultant and wants to learn more about his mental condition. Of course, we will pay the consultation fee on time..."
"One million dollars per hour."
"Phew!" Coulson sprays coffee out of his mouth. He wipes his mouth and says, "If you refuse, you don't need to find such excuses..."
"If you can't afford it, don't come for medical treatment." Schiller rolls his eyes and stand up, behaving like a crook quark.
Surprisingly, Coulson doesn't stop him either. After Schiller leaves, Coulson presses his earpiece and reports, "There might be some secrets in that hospital. He is eager to get me out of there and back in a hurry... roger, roger..."
Schiller returns to his consultation room. He focuses his attention and switches the Telepathic powers to the maximum, sensing the emotions of the psychosis patients and expressing some of their emotions in writing as much as possible. The inner world of these psychoses was extremely chaotic and crazy. Schiller hastily records more than a dozen pages and locks them in his drawer.
After returning to his apartment at night, Schiller discovers that someone must have searched it. He uses his Spider-Sense to scan around but doesn't find any hidden bugs or cameras, so he doesn't pay much attention.
Inside S.H.I.E.L.D., Nick Fury stares at the glowing data panel displaying Schiller's detailed information. Coulson reports behind him, "He is very care about his job and doesn't seem to want to leave that hospital. Many empty bottles and some drugs are found in his house..."
"These are some papers we found in his office yesterday, only these. It seems that he urgently disposed of the majority of them. We found a large amount of pulped paper in the sewer, but unfortunately, it cannot be recovered."
Nick takes those papers. "Is he psychosis? No, these don't seem like the ramblings of a person. Is he collecting psychological information about the psychiatric patients?"
"This information is obviously not something an ordinary doctor can obtain. Some records even contain extreme privacy of patients..."
"Can he hypnotize?" Coulson asks.
"So can our psychologists. Can he make you confess what color underwear you liked to wear in primary school?" Nick derides.
"Perhaps he just made it up," Coulson guesses.
"He seems to have extra knowledge about Stark Industries' past and our old friend. He can also hit Stark's weak points head-on. Today, it seems that even Stark's intelligent butler ended up in a logic malfunction." Nick point out.
"Do you want him to work for us?"
"He knows how to deal with Stark, and in the future, we will have more people like him to handle. Put him aside if possible."
"I hate these intellectuals. They are always too calm, cautious, and inscrutable. It's difficult to deal with opponents who know how to use their brains," Nick articulates.
"Perhaps he's just an ordinary psychologist, and collecting the delusions of those patients is his hobby..." Coulson says.
"Coulson, sometimes you make me doubt the level of your rank as a Level 8 Agent," Nick peeps.
"What kind of psychologist can completely make Stark lose control within thirty minutes and stroll into Stark Industries so brazenly the next day? Or do you think Tony Stark is really a nonchalant playboy who only knows how to hang out with models?"
"Understood, I will get him away from that hospital first," Coulson answers.
The next day, Schiller receives a message that he had been fired in Stark's office. He shrugs, "You see, now I really need your support, Mr. Stark. You wouldn't let your dedicated psychotherapist become unemployed and homeless, would you?"
Stark murmurs, "Two million dollars are not enough for you to open your own psychotherapy clinic?"
"Money is not the problem. The problem is that the psychotherapy clinic I need to open requires qualifications. I need a legally operated psychotherapy room, not a roadside scam organization like charlatans who tell the fortunate to cheat money."
"With your resume, can't you apply for it? Jarvis told me yesterday that you have three doctoral degrees and have worked at the best hospitals in six states."
"Yes, but the location I want for the psychotherapy clinic is quite special," Schiller answers, taking a sip of ice wine.
"Where?"Stark asks with his hand continuing welding.
"In Hell's Kitchen"
Stark's hand shakes with a quick flick, and poor Mark 2 burst into a series of sparks. He said, "I never realized you had such a compassionate heart, like the Virgin Mary, wanting to save the poor and addicted in that hellish kitchen."
Schiller doesn't explain much, "I need a legally operated psychotherapy clinic in Hell's Kitchen. For this, I can promise you one request."
Schiller emphasizes the word "legally."
Stark says carelessly, "Do I have anything to ask you for help? Ha, joking aside, I am Stark."
"Don't you want to know if Pepper really loves you?"
Stark's hand trembles again, and the Mark 2 explodes its right leg. Schiller silently takes a step back, looking at Stark's face, which is blackened by the explosion. He rubs his face in a somehow panic , "What did you say? What's wrong with Pepper?"
Obviously, Stark hasn't realized his own feelings for Pepper yet.
"I can tell you at an appropriate time whether Pepper really loves you. I guarantee accuracy. You have witnessed my abilities."
"Pepper loves me, of course. All the women in the world love Stark," Stark never says uncle.
"Is that so? Is she just one of the women in the world? Nothing special?" Schiller questions.
Stark mutes.
"I can promise you. Of course, from tomorrow, you don't need to come to me for any psychological consultations anymore. If Pepper contacts you, you put it off."
"You can't afford the consultation fee anymore?"
Stark, like a cat whose tail is stepped on, shouts, "Even if you demand ten million dollars per hour, I can afford it! I just don't need any psychological consultations! I'm not crazy! I'm fine!"
Schiller shakes his head and words slowly, "It seems that Mark 2 doesn't think so."
Both he and Stark look down at the weaponized suit with a missing leg. Stark points to the door, "Leave here now!!!"
Schiller returns home and sends a message to Peter,writing, "The weekend examination has been scheduled. I'll talk to the hospital to ensure they provide you and your family with thoughtful service. However, our meeting might have to be postponed because I have resigned from that hospital."
Peter expresses concern, but Schiller only mentions changes in his career plans without elaborating. Peter is touched.Even though he resigned, Schiller is still thinking about the previously arranged check-up. Peter types eagerly, "Are you still in New York? If you are, maybe we can meet up and have a meal together, or you can come to my house..."
Schiller politely declines Peter's offer and delivers a message to Charles, "What do you think if I open a hospital in the hell?"
"I'm afraid the devil wouldn't welcome you."
"You seem to have deep feelings about this."
"You shouldn't do it. Maybe you're just a talented ordinary person, but mortal can't resist devils."
"But only criminals can fight against criminals, right?"
Charles, on the other side of the computer, falls into silence as he looks at this line. He thinks, Max, do you think the same way?
Only by turning oneself into a criminal can one confront the most wicked criminals?
Charles shakes his head. No, justice must have its fair means of implementation. If the only way to counter devils is to immerse oneself in hell, then it's no different from collude.
Outside the window, the students of Xavier's School are chasing and playing on the playground. Storm scolds them to go back to class, while Jean watches by the side, and everything seems beautiful.
But Xavier knows that the shadow of the Dark Phoenix never fade away.