Natasha hurries into the psychological clinic. As she talks on the phone, she says to Schiller, "Give me 30 reports... no, 50. 50 reports of psychological diagnosis certificates."
Schiller writes something at the bar. Without looking up, he just flutters his eyelids and asks, "What kind do you need?"
"PTSD or something like that? I forgot. Anyway, it's the illness that people get after fighting in a war. I need 50 reports."
"It's too late to write them by hand. Only electronic reports. Where's the list of people?"
Natasha picks up another cellphone in her hand, "Send the list of staff to my phone immediately. Forget it, I'll give you an address directly, and you can fax it over..."
On the other side, Peter comes out with a stack of papers and puzzles, "Doctor, I can't quite understand this reimbursement application form. The monster didn't affect us.Even if it did, should we write the loss of dishcloths on it? Isn't it a bit..."
Dr. Connors is also on the phone, saying, "Yes, the research and development cost of the healing potion is expensive because... because the ingredients are expensive. Just tell them that, they wouldn't understand other reasons anyway."
"Dozens of rare elements are used in it. Which elements?Find in the periodic table.Use whichever is more expensive..."
Stark hands a paper to Natasha, "It is the power consumption report of Stark Tower. Connors and Peter conduct an experiment in my state-of-the-art laboratory for one hour and forty-three minutes, costing an average of... $56,000 per minute. There are also the costs of equipment wear and tear. Oh, and because Peter exerts too much force, he also scrapes a device worth over a million dollars, which is included in the losses..."
Natasha takes the paper without even looking at it, and picks up another phone, "How many casualties? How many do you think is appropriate? We have 32 field agents in New York recently. Should we just list them all as casualties? Compensation should be calculated at $500,000 per person..."
"What? Much bolder? How many agents are there on the entire East Coast? Nationwide? Won't it be a bit too exaggerated? Should we make all our national agents die just because of one monster? Wouldn't that make us look useless?"
Afterwards, she hangs up the phone and asks Peter, "Do you have any of that potion left?"
"We have two doses left. But if you need more, we can make some more."
"Nick wants a bit more. You know, the military has created such dangerous monsters. It is reasonable for them to procure more of this potion as a precaution, right?"
"How much does he want?" Dr. Connors asks.
Natasha speaks on the phone again, then replies, "Do you have 200 doses?"
Peter sprays water out of his mouth and coughs, "...That serum is made from modified lizard serum. Dr. Connors only made seven doses in several months..."
"Nick sells them $3 million per dose."
Connors immediately puts on his coat , "Let's go, Peter."
Then he turns to Natasha and promises, "Wait for us. The 200 doses will be delivered to you in no more than two days."
When Peter is being pulled away, Schiller takes the reimbursement application form from his hand and sighs, "Peter is still so naive. Four dishcloths? How long could it last? Let's start from 4,000."
Pikachu jumps onto the table and cries, "Add two cans of peanut butter for me. Oh, no, it's 2,000 cans of peanut butter. The monster was so terrifying, my peanut butter suffered heavy losses!"
Schiller corrects and then says, "Alright, that should be enough. By the way, how much money did you say I can get from this?"
"You can take 20% for each report. And 30% from this reimbursement application."
"Wait a minute, will 50 reports be enough? I think this battle is really intense. S.H.I.E.L.D. agents risk their lives. There should be a lot of lingering effects. What about 300 reports at first. If they're hand-signed, give me an extra 10%. Deal?"
Steve stands in the middle of the room with his arms crossed and confuses, "I know the world has changed, I know I've gotten older, but it shouldn't change this much, right?"
"We didn't finish off that monster with just a few moves, right? 4,000 dishcloths? Did it destroy all kitchens in New York?"
Hearing the outrageously high sacrifice numbers from Natasha, Steve sighs, "I know Nick wants more funding, but the military aren't idiots. Can't they see how much we've lost?"
"It doesn't matter, Captain," Natasha waves her hand and gives a sly grin, "We are the victims. If the victims say how worthy it should be, then it is."
Before Steve can argue, Coulson bursts in. He pulls Steve onto the couch with a pen and paper and starts interviewing him.
"What's going on? Why you interview me?" Steve asks confusedly.
"After this you don't need to write report, Captain."
"Well then..."
"What was the process like of defeating this monster? Was it smooth?"
"Ah, although there were some difficulties, overall it went fairly smoothly."
"Can you explain the difficulties in detail?"
"This monster was quite powerful. At the beginning of the battle, shield attacks didn't have much effect. So I immediately changed tactics..."
Coulson writes on the paper, "The Red Lizard is incredibly powerful, far beyond what Captain America estimated. His shield attacks had no impact at all. The early stages of the battle were extremely tough, almost a desperate situation."
"Of course, it went smoothly afterwards. Although he was strong, he wasn't very smart and quite hot-tempered. Such an opponent was easy to handle..."
Coulson scribbles on the paper again, "The Red Lizard is extremely hot-tempered. His anger makes him even more powerful. Captain America was nearly pushed back at every turn, with the monster maintaining the upper hand."
"And of course, I have to admit that Stark's suit explosion played a role..."
Coulson continues writing rapidly, "Iron Man used his multi-million-dollar armor in a heroic and completely irrecoverable self-destruction, finally forcing the monster to retreat two steps. According to Captain America's account, it took at least 20 waves of explosions, with five suits surrounding and detonating in each wave, before finally bringing down the monster."
After Steve finishes speaking, he stares at Coulson and says, "Can I see it?"
Coulson quickly puts away the notebook and then stands up, shaking Steve's hand earnestly. "Captain, you're a true hero! Always!"
On the other side, Hill hangs up the phone, "You should thank me, there's a ward available in the Presbyterian Hospital. Who do you want them in?"
"Who do you think is most likely to be injured?"
"Then it should be Stark. He operated his suits for self-destruction. It's normal if he got hit by shrapnel. I'll make a phone call to the hospital director later to organize an expert consultation. I'll send you the medical expense reimbursement form later. As for the hospitalization expenses..."
Natasha agrees, "Same as usual, the highest-level ward and the best care. By the way, do you know any highly skilled doctors? We'll pay them by hour."
"Well, it just so happens that I know a pretty good neurosurgeon. Of course, he does have one flaw, which is that his fees are quite high. Oh no, now that should be an advantage..."
In the evening, Coulson comes in. Natasha and two other agents follow behind him, holding a stack of reports.
Schiller rubs his hands together, "Let me see, this should be our achievements for today. How about Nick?"
"Director Fury curses at everyone present. The generals don't even have a chance to interject a word. He scolds the military from top to bottom, from their unauthorized use of military funds to develop dangerous biochemical weapons, to disregarding safety protocols and expanding the weapons depot without authorization."
"He curses for at least six hours, not repeating a single word. The walls of the Congressional meeting room almost engrave his voice..."
"Did the military not retort?"
Natasha places her hand on the documents, with hands on her hips, "Why do you think Nick and General Robert didn't clash? It's because usually only General Robert can answer back. Now he's dead. The rest of them are just stiff wooden boards who graduated from military academies, and all they can do is take the scolding."
Coulson shakes his head, "The military suffered a major blow this time. The monster they created caused such a huge mess. Congress can't ignore it. Director took this opportunity and bit off another piece of meat."
"And that missing alien experimental subject gave him a good excuse. Nick firmly insists that the military took that experimental subject from S.H.I.E.L.D., and the lawmakers also suspect it. Just after S.H.I.E.L.D. lost, the military created a monster. These two incidents seem connected no matter how you look at it."
"But won't they doubt S.H.I.E.L.D.'s security measures?"
"Security measures? When does S.H.I.E.L.D. have something like that?"
"That's just an excuse, right?" Schiller asks. "That symbiote isn't the one that escaped from your lab... wait,is it?"
Natasha shrugs. "Nobody knows that. The entire staff of the Hazardous Biological Containment division sacrifices themselves last December. And when funding is tight this year in March, they sacrifice themselves again."
Well, Schiller thinks, it doesn't really matter where the Venom comes from anymore. He eagerly anticipates what the Venom, with Stark as its host, will develop into.
After a while, Nick's voice sounds through the intercom, "No, it isn't enough. You figure out a way to get more, and fast."
Natasha and Coulson complain together. They have exhausted all possible solutions, even coming up with ridiculous reasons like needing to prevent a rat plague because a few rats died on the street.
Schiller rolls up his sleeves and says calmly, "I have a good idea that can even balance your accounts for a year."
Both Natasha and Coulson look at him, and Natasha hesitates, "You may not know, Doctor..."
"I actually think you can find a way to grant me authorization for a legitimate sanatorium and send a group of agents who go insane due to work stress for therapy at regular intervals."
"Sanatorium always requires beds and medication. Of course, S.H.I.E.L.D. agents are so dedicated to the country. The standards for the wards and beds must not be low. And, of course, we must use only the best medications."
"Psychiatric sanatorium is different from regular hospitals. We aim to provide patients with a relaxed and peaceful state of mind. At the very least, we need to have a spa, a fitness center, and a yoga and meditation room."
"Of course, that's just the basics. In order to achieve better treatment results, we also need a horse stable, a livestock farm, a golf course..."
"And, of course, having these facilities isn't enough. Many activities need to be supervised by professionals, such as a yoga master from India, a meditation master from the Himalayas, a world equestrian champion, zoologists, naturalists, race car drivers, or others."
"I know, I know, it may cost a lot. But the agents have given their all for the country, and they deserve it."
"And of course, the location can't be too far. I think the New York downtown would be good. Although such a large piece of land is indeed expensive, the convenience is the advantage."
"Of course, considering that New York isn't exactly peaceful, the building standards should be at least earthquake-resistant level 10. The architecture can't be designed by nobody, it must be done by world-class architectural masters. The construction team also can't be negligent. The largest construction company in America, what's its name? I think their construction quality should be good."
"The ribbon-cutting ceremony after completion is also essential. If some gentlemen on Capitol Hill is willing to shoe his kindness, we can invite the media to have him make an appearance."
"We're more than happy to receive visits and speeches from all parties here. You know, these are genuine warriors who have dedicated themselves to the country. If we want their support, the donations can't be lacking, right?"
"And of course, if someone show more contribution in charity, we can also offer them an honorary dean position. You know, I don't mind..."
After Schiller finishes speaking, a loud roar from Nick Fury comes through Coulson's walkie-talkie, "Coulson! Get him to my office in ten minutes!! Right now!! Immediately!!"