Schiller took the photo from Natasha. He merely glanced at it before his gaze settled on her face. "You want me to give this photo psychotherapy?"
"No. It's just that Agent said it might help." Natasha paused, then continued, "I know you have that talent, but you rarely show it in front of us. Do you think it'll work?"
Schiller could see Natasha's skepticism. Clearly, she did not believe that someone could infer the psychological state and behavioral patterns of the photographer behind the scenes just by looking at a photograph. Perhaps they could deduce a little, but probably not enough to identify the real culprit.
"Indeed," Schiller said. "I rarely display it because it makes me look like a freak, someone who doesn't fit in. I dare say that if I did, Tony would start shouting and send me straight to a psychiatric hospital for a full examination."
"Is it really that extreme?" Natasha looked at him. "Even after learning what you set in motion in our universe, Tony still refuses to admit you're mentally ill."
"Because his standards for judging whether someone has a mental illness are flawed. But there's no denying that he represents the perspective of most ordinary people. Even if I punched a hole in the universe, they'd only see it as proof of my intelligence and power. But communing with a photograph looks insane."
"Well, I have to admit that this universe is probably more accepting of that sort of thing," Natasha said. "Because Batman is a freak too. Deducing the entire life story of a family of three from a Christmas stocking seems perfectly normal to people here. So you can display this ability without restraint."
"Of course I can't." Schiller shook his head. "Haven't you heard? If you show people you can