novelonline Chapter 3693: The Mercury Age (3)
Chapter 3693: The Mercury Age (3)
Chapter 3693: The Mercury Age (Thirteen)
The new sanatorium has a beautiful back garden. The gardeners of a luxury hotel in the best location in New York will not disappoint. There are layers of shrubs and flowers, and sycamore trees, beech trees and various broad-leaved trees cast dense shade. What Schiller likes most is the porch outside the back door, with the pillars and ceiling covered with the same red roses as the backyard wall. The sun falls through the gaps between the leaves and petals. When sitting on the porch, you can just see the plants in the garden competing for beauty, which reminds people of the summer in the European countryside described by Monet.
As the temperature dropped in the evening, Schiller moved a recliner to the right side of the porch. Hearing a few "dong dong dong" sounds, he opened his phone and found that he had been removed from almost all group chats.
He sighed. Peter just opened the kitchen window and stuck his head out and asked, "Doctor, why is the oven not powered on? I finally mixed the flour, and the hot raspberry pie will be out of the oven soon."
"There's a switch on the back of the refrigerator," Schiller said. "It seems to work after you turn it on. But I must remind you that you have failed four times. I'm sure the trash can in the nursing home will not play the vinyl records you threw in. Be careful this time, okay?"
Peter wailed dejectedly, "I made it according to the recipe my aunt gave me..."
"Really? What about the extra 200 grams of sugar?"
"I think it would taste better if it were sweeter."
"Berry jam?"
“It’s for flavor.”
"Mashed bananas?"
“A short video I came across.”
"Where's the watermelon juice?"
"I heard that would make the dough softer."
"I have to say, Peter," Schiller sat up from the recliner, looked at Peter and said, "You should go find Tony."
“Will he like my cooking style?”
"It makes your cooking skills look less terrible. I don't know anyone other than Tony Stark who could fail four times in a row at a simple raspberry pie. Being too innovative when it comes to cooking is not a good thing."
Peter went back to the kitchen to work. Schiller leaned against the window and looked at his phone, sighing, "They actually kicked me out of the birthday party. My God, is Steve really not afraid of seeing a pile of vinyl records on the food counter on his birthday? I'm the best cook among you. If they kicked me out, what's the point of this birthday party?"
"Did they kick you out?" Peter turned back to look for his phone in surprise, took off his flour-stained gloves, opened the phone screen and saw that Schiller had been kicked out of several group chats.
"What did you do, doctor?"
"Huh, I just gave some advice to a confused couple and made a small effort to repair their relationship." Schiller stretched out a hand and pinched his index finger and thumb.
And Peter saw a whole universe in the middle of it.
The next morning, in the activity room of the Avengers base, Steve threw himself on the spacious sofa. Coulson opened two bottles of beer and poured two cups of coffee, placing them on the same tray and taking them to the coffee table.
The side door made a click and Dr. Banner walked in.
"Good morning, Steve! I see Dr. Schiller was kicked out by you, what is he doing now?"
“It’s hard to explain,” Steve said, shaking his head and looking at him. “You know, everything Schiller does is hard to explain. That’s what he wants.”
"Okay. I just came here to ask you, does Carter have a nut allergy? Or is she allergic to anything else?"
“No,” Steve said. “Are you planning on cooking something with nuts?”
"Yes, I learned a recipe for a very delicious nut chocolate cake from Betty's great aunt, and I plan to try it."
"Carter isn't allergic, but I suggest you ask other people, maybe they have nut allergies."
"Come on, except for Agent Carter, a normal person, those superhumans won't die even if they have allergies. And I have to say, this cake is definitely worth the risk..."
"Hey! Steve! We're back early!" The door opened and Wolverine Logan rushed in. Steve quickly stood up and hugged him, saying, "You really didn't have to come all the way back. It's not a big deal..."
"Don't say that, everyone would be proud to attend Captain America's 100th birthday." Jean said from behind.
Steve's eyes flickered between the two of them. Logan winked at him, and they walked in arm in arm.
"Scott finally pissed off Jean this time, and they broke up." Logan took a bottle of beer from the side, pried open the bottle cap with his claws and said, "This is my best chance."
"Honestly, I don't agree with you doing this. I know you're not trying to steal someone's girlfriend, but... well, forget it."
Logan was a little surprised and said, "Why don't you persuade me? Every time I talked about this, you always gave me a lot of advice."
"Yes, I originally thought you were unreasonable, but obviously, now I have encountered something even more unreasonable." Steve leaned against the wall and supported his forehead with his hand. "I woke up two hours earlier this morning because I was afraid that the hospital would call."
"What's wrong?" Logan said nervously, "Is there something wrong with Carter and the child?"
"No, it's Bucky." Steve briefly told Logan what happened last night. Unexpectedly, Logan looked nonchalant.
"What's the big deal? They are all adults. Even if the process was a little intense, as long as they enjoy it, outsiders can't do anything about it. Besides..."
Steve leaned forward slightly. Logan looked around, especially at Jean's condition, and whispered something in Steve's ear. Steve looked at him in disbelief.
"Are you serious?!" Steve said, looking at Logan.
"Of course, there's nothing I can do." Logan stretched out his hand and shook it, saying, "I've been to see a psychiatrist, and he did some tests on me, and said that this is an instinctive reaction. If it was in childhood, it might be correctable, but it's definitely not possible now."
"So you're focusing on chasing Jean because she won't get cut in half by your claws when you instinctively reach out your claws out of overexcitement?"
"Not entirely," Logan said, "but it's partly true. You don't want to know what it feels like to see smooth slices of human tissue falling all over you at the height of your excitement, even while they're still hot..."
Steve grinned, pushed Logan away, and walked back to the sofa and sat down speechlessly. Coulson saw that he was a little distracted, handed him a cup of coffee and said, "What's wrong, Captain? Did you have a bad chat with Logan?"
"No, I was just thinking that there seem to be more perverts around me... I mean, not-so-normal humans, than I thought."
"This is normal, Captain." Coulson shrugged and said, "Superpowers and mutants are not normal. Their body structures and abilities are different from those of ordinary people, so naturally they have some special habits. As long as it does not endanger public safety, no one can interfere."
"And to be precise," Coulson leaned forward, holding the coffee cup with both hands, and said, "Captain, you are the abnormal one."
Steve looked at him. Coulson continued, "It may be due to the technological limitations of your time. Most genetically modified people will have the same problem, that is, excess energy. Your adrenaline secretion level is much higher than that of ordinary people. This gives you more sensitive senses, stronger physical strength, and better endurance, but it also makes you more excited."
"Due to the excitement response brought about by this physiological hormone, your threshold of mental excitement is much higher than that of other people. Regular sexual behavior of ordinary people may not bring you enough pleasure. Transformers need deeper stimulation to feel pleasure."
Steve was lost in thought. He was actually reminiscing about his own experiences in relationships. But he shook his head and said, "I don't feel that way. When I'm intimate with my lover, I feel very satisfied."
"Yes, but that's only spiritual satisfaction." Coulson said, "Because you love her, it's meaningful to have physical contact with her in your mind, and this meaning makes you feel satisfied. Captain, you are very lucky. You have enough love in your heart, so even if you don't pursue physical stimulation, you can still fulfill yourself. This is healthy and normal. It's really hard to expect everyone to have this ability, especially those who have experienced bad things. Their love may have been exhausted a long time ago."
Thinking of Bucky and Natasha's experiences, Steve remained silent. But he still turned his palms over and said with a complicated expression: "But even if they need stimulation, they shouldn't... I mean, how can it bring such strong stimulation?"
"I don't know about that." Coulson shook his head and said, "This involves the working principle of the very complicated transmission system between the human body and the mind. If you really want to know, you can ask Dr. Schiller."
“Oh, my God.” Steve covered his forehead first, then rubbed his face with his hands and said, “That’s absolutely not possible. If these perverts also have levels, Schiller is probably the Pharaoh among them. Discussing such perverted topics with him will make me feel that my brain is polluted. I will never ask.”
"Okay. But I have to say that it's a good thing that you realize that there are more abnormal people around you at this time."
"why?"
"It's better than realizing it at the birthday party. Captain, you'd better not have any special expectations for the dishes they bring. I have already contacted the medical team of SHIELD and got a full set of gastric lavage equipment to be on standby that night."
"It's not that exaggerated, right?" Steve said. "Even if they don't know how to cook, they can look for the recipe and there shouldn't be any problem. The biggest thing to worry about is allergic reactions. But like Dr. Banner said, cyborgs shouldn't get food poisoning."
"Do you know what another side effect of being high on energy is, Captain?"
"What is it?"
“They have divergent thinking, and they like to be extra creative when doing something. If you apply this to cooking, it’s hard to imagine what the dish will look like.”
"But at least there are still a few normal people." Steve nodded.
"Yes, there are a few. But not many," Coulson said. "And if you think I should be included, I'm afraid you'll be disappointed. I practiced making chiffon cake all day yesterday and made almost no progress except ruining a dozen eggs."
Steve sighed and took out his phone to send a message to Carter, reminding her not to eat anything that night.
At this moment, the door was pushed open with a bang. Bucky and Natasha walked in one after the other. They were both energetic and radiant, and together they looked more than a hundred years younger.