Inside S.H.I.E.L.D.'s psychologist's office, Schiller looked at the assessment report in his hands and said to Natasha, who sat across from him, "Ma'am, there are no issues with your psychological health assessment. All indicators are normal, showing that you are mentally healthy. However, your anxiety levels seem to have fluctuated somewhat compared to before. Has anything been troubling you lately?"
"Ah..." Natasha absentmindedly made a sound. The beautiful female agent tucked back her hair, turned her eyes back to Schiller, and said, "It's nothing. It has nothing to do with S.H.I.E.L.D. work. It's a personal matter. Is that within your scope of duties?"
"Any psychological issue affecting a participant in the Solar System Development Plan falls within my scope of duties," Schiller replied. Holding the papers in both hands, he told Natasha, "Any communication or conversation you have with a psychologist is strictly confidential. So you may talk about your private affairs. I would be more than happy to listen."
No obvious emotion showed on Natasha's face. Clearly, the female agent was still in work mode, but she seemed to place an unusual degree of trust in Schiller. Lowering her voice, she said:
"Recently, S.H.I.E.L.D. has been monitoring protests against New York's air-rail transport line. More than fifty protests of varying scale have broken out in succession over the past month along the edge of Brooklyn District and in the Bronx."
"But shouldn't that fall under the Federal Bureau of Investigation's jurisdiction?" Schiller shifted his gaze away from the documents, set what he was holding down, and leaned back in his chair. His tone was relaxed, as though they were having a private conversation.
"Correct. The Federal Bureau of Investigation discovered traces of Superpower User activity among the protesters. They did not dare act rashly, so they contacted S.H.I.E.L.D."
"You're