Stark stared silently at the helicopter as it got further and further away until it disappeared from sight. Then, he found Shiller had turned his head toward him. He shook his head, "Don't try to sway me. Stark will not compromise with you."
What he saw next was Shiller slowly reaching into his pocket and pulling out a voice recorder.
"Click, I realize, I used to be such a fool..."
"I realize I used to be such a fool..."
"I realize I used to be such a fool..."
"You think this will shake me? Your childish games..." Stark scoffed, then he heard Shiller say, "I remember, it should be Miss Pepper's birthday soon. This would be a very nice birthday present, don't you think?"
There was a loud bang as a micro-grenade hit the ground in front of Shiller. Stark leapt into the air, yelling, "Give it to me!"
"Enough!" Steve's voice rang out, he knew he had to stop the situation from escalating. He stepped forward, looking into Shiller's eyes, "If you are really Doctor Shiller, you should work with us."
"Your other personality says you're innocent, you're not Hydra, and you're our friend. So, you should stand with us to fight against the evil Hydra, shouldn't you?"
"Come back with us, Doctor. We will cure you."
"I swear, if you are truly innocent, I would definitely not harm you, and I won't let anyone else harm you. I promise this on the honor of Captain America." Steve said seriously.
"I don't trust the honor of Captain America." Shiller also looked into Steve's eyes. He saw a look of disappointment in Steve's eyes, then he continued, "But, I trust Steve Rogers."
After saying that, he voluntarily stepped forward, stood across from Steve and asked, "What do you want to do? Handcuff me?"
"No," Steve shook his head, "It's exactly because I don't want to resort to violence and treat you disrespectfully... to treat you, an innocent person who hasn't done anything wrong, that I didn't act immediately."
Shiller stared into Steve's eyes, seeing exhaustion and signs of weariness that was not usually seen in the usually spirited Captain America.
He sighed, "Steve, did you know? The reason I'm standing here ready to surrender is not because you or Stark can truly threaten me, but because of you, Steve..."
His voice became slightly somber, "Steve Rogers, a truly good man."
Ten minutes later, Shiller sat in the only chair in the middle of an office in the underground base of S.H.I.E.L.D. It wasn't an interrogation chair, just a very ordinary armchair, so there were no restraints. This wasn't an interrogation room either, just an empty office.
But Shiller sat calmly in the chair, motionless, just looking up at the occasionally flickering light bulb with an attitude of resignation.
His extreme compliance left Stark not knowing what to say. Without looking at Stark at the door, Shiller kept staring at the light bulb on the ceiling, saying, "I think you're thinking, if I fought with you, it would only serve to advance things."
"But a scenario where we fight, make friends, and bury the hatchet doesn't suit me. I don't like unnecessary conflict."
"If the result of a fight is that everyone sits down calmly for a talk, then it's better to skip the exhausting fight and start the talk, as if we've already fought."
"Are you aware of your other personality?"
Shiller nodded but didn't say anything. Stark continued, "Who appeared first, you or him?"
"Looks like you've really studied a lot about psychology, you're getting to the point."
"So?" Stark had a bad feeling.
"He appeared first," Shiller told the truth.
Stark's bad feeling came true. The moment he heard the answer, he closed his eyes tightly and muttered a curse.
"So, he is the main personality?"
Shiller shook his head but didn't say anything. Stark took a deep breath, "It seems that psychotherapy is going to be harder than I thought."
"As I've told you before, if the patient is uncooperative, there's actually not much a therapist can do."
"Why aren't you willing to cooperate? Are you worried that we're going to take some measures against your other personality?"
Shiller lowered his head, staring ahead at Stark, "There's a key issue you didn't understand. I'm not unwilling to cooperate, I'm just not willing to cooperate with you, because you can't cure me."
Stark took a few steps forward, standing opposite Shiller. He looked down at Shiller from above, but didn't feel like he was imposing any pressure. He said, "I know, with just a few days of theoretical knowledge, I don't claim to be a psychologist, but at least I can ask about your symptoms, can't I?"
"Tony, you're like Peter, not cut out to be a psychologist," Shiller slowly turned his head, "This is not because you aren't smart enough, or because you haven't systematically studied theoretical knowledge."