Stark hung up the phone and said, "The ladies are fine, but Jarvis said he has something to discuss with me. That's it for today's itinerary. What do you think?"
Peter glanced at Baker, who was still a little out of it, then turned to Schiller. "Doctor, he doesn't look too good. Do you need any medicine? Maybe we can have someone bring it over."
Schiller shook his head. "It's nothing serious, but ending the trip like this feels a little hasty. Eddie probably didn't get much footage either, right? Maybe you can go have some fun at the beach tonight. Didn't you say there was a bonfire party?"
"Looks like Wanda and Jarvis ran into some trouble," Stark said. "Maybe it has something to do with the children. I think I should go comfort..."
"You'd only be comforting them," Schiller said. "And you've never been very good at comforting people. More likely, you'll say something wrong and Wanda will beat you up."
Stark opened his mouth to retort, paused, then realized he had nothing to say in response. He could only mutter, "She won't beat me up. At least I'll run."
Steve looked at Schiller and said, "We just don't want all of us to be out having fun while you have to deal with work alone. That isn't fair to you. We can't keep making you solve our problems."
"I'm not interested in bonfire parties." Schiller shook his head. "Besides, my glasses have vanished without a trace. I need to buy a new pair, and until then, crowded places aren't really suitable for me."
"How bad is your nearsightedness?" Peter asked.
"Over three hundred degrees, probably." Schiller casually made up a number, then said, "It's not like I can't see at all, but I'm worried about bumping into