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Chapter 190: Father and Son

"So you went to meet Odin?"

"Don't mention it, I didn't even get to see him," Strange leaned against the desk in the Arkham Sanatorium office and said, "I don't understand why our teacher was so eager."

"We didn't make an appointment, we just drew a circle and went to Asgard, but Odin was out and we had to wait for a while for him to come back."

"You went on an interstellar trip in just a few hours?" Stark said, sitting on the sofa nearby.

"If you're jealous, just say it," Strange retorted without hesitation.

"But I still think we shouldn't have told our teacher about this plan so early, she's a bit too excited now."

"When we got back to Kamar-Taj, during the time before I left, she had dozens of sorcerers call the cosmic gods she had traded with before, and even if they couldn't get through, they kept calling, and the first one to respond was Mephisto..."

"You saw him? The so-called Lord of Hell?"

"No, but I heard his voice, but they used an ancient language that I couldn't understand."

"What's the big deal? When we went to Asgard, I even saw the World Tree," Strange said, not without pride. "There were also Pegasus flying in the sky, and fairies in the fountain."

"Did you see the gods in those myths?"

Strange shook his head and said, "We went too suddenly and Asgard didn't arrange for anyone to receive us, and many people left with Odin, the only one at home was a god named Loki, the prince of Asgard, who received us, but my impression of him was not very good."

"Why?"

"It's hard to say. Since I began learning magic, my intuition has become more sensitive, and I always feel that he's not a good person."

"Then your intuition is correct." Schiller said to Strange. "A few days ago, the big idiot we picked up said that his brother was the god of lies and deceit."

"Right, I'm sure this time, the alien who landed on Earth is indeed Odin's son, because I heard that Odin went out to deal with the trouble he caused."

"Where's Thor now?" Stark asked Schiller.

"He's currently cooperating with SHIELD for a physical examination, and he should be released soon."

"Is Nick really willing to let him go? According to what you've said, he caused a big trouble at his own home before, making his father have to personally resolve it, so how much trouble will he cause on Earth?"

"Steve tested him before, and besides having slightly greater strength than the average person and incredible physical health, he doesn't have any special abilities."

After speaking, Schiller looked down at his watch and said, "So far, Nick should have asked what he wants to know. The next step is definitely to use SHIELD to find him a house, find him a job, and have several agents monitor him 24 hours a day to observe the behavior of the alien..."

"I still think this approach is dangerous. Even if he doesn't have abilities beyond those of ordinary people, his values and beliefs are completely different from those of humans, like a mentally ill person who is always ill..."

"Whether he's mentally ill or not, it's not up to you to decide." Schiller smiled.

"Are you taking Nick's money again to give him a diagnostic book?" Stark stared at Schiller with wide eyes.

"You're going to make money like that?"

"You better take care of yourself first." Schiller looked down at his watch again and said, "Miss Pepper is done with her busy schedule. If you have any trouble, Mr. Stark, who understands women's hearts the most."

As soon as he heard Schiller was going to talk to him about this topic, Stark almost fled. After he left, Strange looked at the door, then walked over and closed it, saying, "Are you just going to let him continue like this?"

He pointed to his own chest, indicating the energy problem in Stark's chest.

"It seems that learning magic has indeed changed you a lot. You actually care about Stark," Schiller said.

"I just think he's our guarantee for research and development. After all, we still have a lot of unresolved issues, such as energy conversion and storage. If he dies, things will become very difficult."

"Don't you see it?"

"What?"

"We know that the reactor in his chest is a time bomb that could take his life within a year, but we're not in a hurry."

"So why is that?" Strange tilted his head and stared at Schiller.

"Did you see the model on his lab table when we went to the laboratory last time?"

Strange thought for a moment and said, "I think I saw it. It was the one next to the bookshelf, right?"

"That's right, it's the model of the Ark reactor."

"Are you saying he's already made a replacement? Then why doesn't he change it?"

"Because it's technology from his father."

"Okay..." Strange shook his head, clearly unable to understand. "Risking his life just to prove a point, he's even more immature than I thought."

"It's not just to prove a point, he believes there is room for improvement in this technology. He wants to make a perfect finished product and be done with it, and more importantly, prove that he's better than his father."

"Forget about him, let's talk about you. I heard from the nurse that you didn't go home for Christmas or Easter," Schiller asked Strange.

"That's none of your business." Strange's tone lowered, he said, "I'm not your patient, I don't need your counseling."

"All my patients say that."

"Now that's not important to me anymore. I not only have money and status, but I have touched on fields that ordinary people cannot reach. I even went on a trip to the interstellar just a few hours ago, to the legendary kingdom..."

"Do you know? When you were talking just now, your expression was just like Stark's when he mentioned Howard. Every time that name comes up in his ears, he talks about how brilliant the current Stark group is..."

"So what do you suggest he do? Forgive Howard?"

"Generally speaking, psychologists advise you to let go of something or forgive someone, not because they think what that person did was right, but because if you continue to dwell on it, you will only harm your own emotions and mental state. You should know better than me."

"Well, maybe I shouldn't say this, but I really want to hear about your background and compare your father to Stark's father, who is more rotten," Schiller continued.

"There are good people and rotten people in this world, but rotten people are all the same."

"But for a while, he still said, 'That drunkard only knows how to get drunk, he knew Donna could only move around in a wheelchair, but he still refused to spend money on a better wheelchair for her, which caused her to fall into the river when passing by.'"

Unlike Stark, when Strange talked about this experience, his tone was very cold, without any fluctuations.

"I originally studied medicine to cure my sister's legs, but on the day I received the scholarship, I called him, and his first words were, 'Your sister is dead.'"

"His second sentence was to ask me to give him the scholarship."

"Then it seems that your father is more rotten."

"Just because he was poorer."

"I heard you have a younger brother."

"Yeah, my brother..." Strange's tone was a bit contemptuous. "That drunkard doesn't like Donna or me, but he's always submissive to his little son, Victor."

"So I don't want to go back because that's not my home. They have a deep father-son relationship, which has nothing to do with me."

After speaking, Strange lowered his head to write again. When Strange talked about his background, he didn't react as strongly as Stark did. His tone was very flat, as if he was talking about someone else's affairs.

"Stark is lucky in that he's an only child and had an old housekeeper and uncle to accompany him during his childhood."

Schiller used his hand to prop up his chin and sighed, "That big silly guy who fell from the sky is the same, but I don't know if it's Odin's favoritism or something else."

"I'm different from him. I've always done well in my studies and have won all the scholarships."

"He also fought in many battles, but the result is that neither of you can go home now."

"He was thrown out, but I wasn't."

Strange's tone remained unchanged. He said, "In my life, I've never received as much praise from my father as I have in these past few days from my teachers."

"Stark also said that his father always thinks he knows nothing, so he's working hard to prove that he knows everything."

"It's meaningless." Finally, Strange concluded.

"It's meaningless!" Pepper shouted, "When will you let go of your damn arrogance and stop risking your life all the time?"

"Who are you trying to prove yourself to? Your father? Can't you use your brain to think that no father would want to see his son risking his life just to prove a point?"

In the laboratory of Stark Tower, Pepper approached Stark and looked into his eyes as she said, "If I had known that while I was busy cleaning up your mess with Rotten, you were busy risking your own life, I would not have bothered with you, Stark!"

"I am not risking my own life. You have to listen to me. The thing I created is not perfect, and I want to create a more perfect version of it..."

"What's the point of worrying about meaningless standards at this point? You're going to die soon!"

"Do you know, Tony, I really can't think of any reason why a person would still be fixated on the past and memories when they know they only have a year left to live."

After speaking, she covered her forehead with a sigh and said, "I don't know if I should call you brave or reckless."

"I know I can do better, I just need some time, a year is enough, trust me, Pepper."

Stark walked up and hugged Pepper, saying, "Even if I only have a year left, at least I have you with me."

"You always say things like that, but you never solve the problem that worries me the most," Pepper sighed wearily and said, "You treat all women the same way."

"Don't say that, trust me, I will solve this problem."

Watching Stark with his always slightly moist eyes, Pepper didn't say anything more to blame him.

After Pepper left, Stark sat back down on the lab table, holding the model in his hand.

Looking at the model in his hand, Stark would think of his favorite toy car, which he and his father had assembled by hand.

Howard took care of the chassis and engine, while Stark put on the shell, tires, and seats, and then wrote their shared surname on the car door with a pen.

This was a good memory he had searched for a long time in his memory.

Everyone thought that Stark just didn't want to use Howard's technology, but only Stark himself knew that he just wanted to make the technology more perfect. It wasn't because he wanted to prove that he was stronger than Howard.

He just wanted to make it a work completed by him and his father together, just like that car. That toy car became a memorial of his first half of life, and the Arc Reactor was his hope for the second half of his life.

This way, he could also treat it as if his father had never been absent from his life.