hotmtlnovel Chapter 3689: The Mercury Age (9)
Chapter 3689: The Mercury Age (9)
Chapter 3689: The Mercury Age (IX)
Peter shuddered as he looked at Schiller, who was leaning against the side of the refrigerator and smiling at his phone. He leaned over and whispered in Pikachu's ear, "What's wrong with you, doctor? Why are you smiling so evilly?"
"When has he stopped being evil?" Pikachu shook his ears and said, "He must be cheating people again. I wonder who will be the unlucky one this time..."
Suddenly, the two of them looked at each other. Pikachu cursed and said, "Damn it! I haven't offended him recently!"
"But you woke him up this morning, and you kept wanting to drive the flying car. Maybe he thought he'd give you something to do to keep you quiet."
"No way." Pikachu wailed, "I was just thinking about it, I didn't really do it... I think you're in danger too. Schiller once said that he would kill everyone in the world who could tolerate white people's food, and that would definitely include you."
Peter swallowed his saliva, and the two of them whispered to each other for a long time. The more they talked, the more uncertain they felt. Peter had to move closer and glance at Schiller's phone screen, but he saw nothing. He could only ask indirectly, "Doctor, who are you talking to?"
"Group chat." Schiller said without turning his head, "I'm helping my friend solve a problem."
It would have been fine if he hadn't said it. As soon as he said it, Peter felt even more unsure. He asked anxiously, "This friend shouldn't be me, right?"
"You? You're married, what trouble could there be?"
"Oh, yes. So this friend is single?"
"Yes, what's wrong?"
Just as Peter breathed a sigh of relief, he heard the sound of something falling to the ground behind him. He turned around and saw Pikachu, who made the noise, gesturing at him with his two short hands.
"Well, what about this friend...is he a human?" Peter asked, leaning on the refrigerator door.
"what?"
"Is he human?"
"probably."
"should?"
"Genetically modified humans are also humans," Schiller said.
"So he's a human, not a rat?"
Schiller looked at Peter in surprise, and when he saw the expressions on his and Pikachu's faces, he realized what they were worried about. He put down his phone and walked over to say, "Don't you know about Natasha?"
"What? Natasha? What happened to her?"
Schiller briefly recounted what had happened in the past few days, then shook the phone in his hand and said, "I gave Natasha a brilliant idea. I told her..."
Schiller briefly recounted his plan. In short, Natasha was going to overturn her statement of a peaceful breakup with Bucky and pretend that she had a grudge against Bucky. In this way, considering Bucky's safety, Steve might not let them go on a date.
"Then you've done her a great favour," said Peter.
"No, no, no, this is just a superficial phenomenon." Schiller smiled widely again, and then said, "I gave Natasha advice in the group, but I deliberately added Coulson to the rescue team group. He will definitely tell Steve about this."
Peter opened his mouth wide and said, "If Steve knew, wouldn't he stop it? Then Natasha would still have to face the embarrassing scene. Doctor, who are you helping?"
"Peter, a good psychiatrist should remain neutral in matters of personal affection."
"So you won't help anyone?"
"I help them both at the same time."
Peter sighed: "Isn't this just adding fuel to the fire?"
Schiller was about to say something when his cell phone rang. Steve sent him a message.
"Oh my god. Doctor, so you taught Natasha to say that part about her grudge against Bucky?"
Schiller was not surprised at all. When faced with this kind of thing, Steve would rather ask directly. This could not be considered as betraying Coulson, after all, there was more than one person in the group chat. Nick and Steve were also old friends for many years, so there was also the possibility of betraying information.
"How did you know?" Schiller pretended to be surprised and asked a series of question marks, then said, "We just want to help Natasha. She came to me for help, and I can't just ignore her."
“Okay. I didn’t know this was causing so much trouble for Natasha. But I must say that this wasn’t my advice to Bucky. He wanted to do this himself. I tried to persuade him, but you know he’s a little stubborn.”
“So it wasn’t you?” Schiller pretended to be a little surprised and said, “I thought you were thinking of others and wanted Bucky to have a happy old age.”
“I don’t know if spending the rest of my life with Black Widow can be called happiness,” Steve replied. “I know Bucky very well. If he sets his mind on something, he won’t give up easily. So I’m afraid that the two of them were not transferred away by their superiors. That was just a solution they both accepted. There must be something wrong with their relationship. Problems that couldn’t be solved before may not be solved now. In the end, both sides may suffer.”
"What Natasha said might be true," Schiller said. "I just suggested that she make up a reason, but the reason she said was quite plausible. You know, I'm also from that side, and I feel that the possibility of it being true is very high."
“Oh, my God,” Steve said. “If this is true, Bucky is going to feel really bad. He’s going to feel like he pushed Natasha into that hell. He’s going to feel like he’s responsible for everything that happened to Natasha afterwards. Especially since…”
"Especially since Natasha was forced to kill all the girls. But was she really forced?"
“No one knows,” Steve said. “Maybe she was just trying to protect herself. Maybe she’s done with it. But they’re both equally miserable. Bucky’s just gotten out of one knot and he’s stuck in another. There’s no telling when it’ll end.”
“The key lies in what Natasha thinks. I don’t think she feels that Bucky has anything to do with the misfortune she suffered back then. But this will be exactly the reason for her to reject Bucky. Isn’t it?”
“I think so. If she still hates Bucky, then there’s still a chance for the two of them. But if she’s already gotten over it, then there’s really no hope for the two of them.”
"So, to ease Bucky's guilt and to make him feel like there was still some hope, I asked Natasha to pretend that she still hated him."
Steve sent a series of question marks, but he paused and then sent an exclamation mark. Soon he replied:
"But fake is fake after all. Natasha's resentment is just to make us stop the date. If she really let it go, they still won't get any results. Bucky might be even more miserable by then."
"I don't quite understand it either," Schiller replied. "Humans are not computers. You can't delete a program and it's gone forever. If you let go of a relationship, can't you pick it up again?"
“That’s hard,” Steve said. “Unless she’s really letting it go.”
"If Peggy came back to life, would you still love her?"
Steve didn't respond for a long time, then he said, "I won't, Doc."
"What if you die and meet her in hell?"
Steve was silent for longer, but he chose to skip the subject and instead said, "What are you going to do about it?"
“We can’t assume that Natasha has completely let it go. Even I wouldn’t dare say that she has no feelings for Bucky at all. Even she wouldn’t dare say that. So we first need to determine what she really thinks, and help her determine that for herself.”
Schiller paused and then replied, "If we want to figure it out, both sides can't be too rational. If we don't talk about feelings, how can we be sure of our feelings? Natasha is not an emotional person, but she can pretend to be. In this way, Bucky can talk to her about feelings. Communication is always beneficial, isn't it?"
“I see,” Steve said. “Although Bucky can be strong sometimes, he’s not the type to be abrupt. If Natasha acts distant, then he won’t say anything no matter how much pain he’s feeling. But if Natasha looks like she still has resentment, then Bucky will definitely find a way to explain.”
"That's right. As soon as Bucky opens his mouth, he can tell Natasha's attitude. If she really doesn't care about what happened back then, then she might not even listen and won't react at all. But if she cares at all, the two of them will definitely quarrel."
"You may not believe it, doctor, but I think quarreling is a good thing." Steve sighed and said, "I think that several times when Carter and I warmed up were after quarreling. It really helps to vent emotions and both sides get along."
"That's it," Schiller said. "Natasha has done what I told her to do. Even in front of Bucky, she has to keep acting before you guys do anything. Considering her acting skills, Bucky shouldn't be able to tell that she's pretending."
"Are we going to ruin the date?"
"It depends on the situation. If Natasha still cares, then they will part ways unhappily without you having to sabotage them. If Natasha doesn't care at all, then you can take action and prevent Bucky from being put in an awkward situation."
"Okay, let's prepare now." Steve made up his mind and started sending messages in the rescue plan group.
Natasha was ready to go. She adjusted her appearance and waved to Pepper and Wanda standing by the door. Pepper and Wanda smiled and waved at her, and then rushed into the room, picked up their phones, and began to report the situation the moment her figure disappeared from sight.
Natasha drove Pepper's car all the way to the seafood restaurant. She knew that Pepper might be watching her through the camera in the car, so she deliberately pretended to be uneasy and honked the horn when there was a slight traffic jam.
Finally arriving at the restaurant entrance, she took a deep breath, pushed the door open and walked out, told the waiter her reservation number, and was led upstairs by the waiter.
After going upstairs, the wide French windows open to a deep blue sea and sky. It is the blues hour, and the cool colors outside the window and the warm lights inside complement each other. The low sound of the violin rings in my ears, and an indescribable atmosphere lingers in the restaurant.
First she passed the counter and then the screen. Natasha felt a gaze following her. After she passed the screen, she turned around and saw that familiar yet unfamiliar face. The eyes that had once been hidden in the thick fog of the red chimneys of Minsk in winter, and had shed tears and blood for her, were looking at her with the same amazed and bewildered look as when they first met.
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