In an office at Arkham Asylum on the outskirts of New York, Schiller was bent over his desk at work.
That was right, he had moved back again. Ever since Ultron arrived, the little clinic in Hell's Kitchen had simply become too crowded to live in.
A three-story American Wooden House held Schiller, Peter, and Ultron—three grown adults—as well as a Pikachu. Steve and Coulson also dropped by to crash there from time to time. Their wildly conflicting schedules had left even the agents monitoring them utterly baffled.
So Schiller moved back into his super-ultra-luxurious asylum and began living the extravagant life of a man with an all-purpose butler.
He had to admit that having a butler who could work endlessly as long as there was electricity, attended to every detail, understood his needs, and operated with incredible efficiency was simply wonderful.
These past few days, Schiller had done only two things. During the day, he enjoyed life in his super-ultra-luxurious asylum. At night, he went to the Mind Palace to mock DC Schiller and his butler Merkel, who was always breaking things.
To ensure he had enough time to mock DC Schiller, Marvel Schiller had even developed the habit of taking afternoon naps. After writing the final stroke, he raised his wrist and checked his watch. Seeing that it was nap time, he set down his pen, stood up, stretched, and prepared to sleep in the Lounge next door.
Just then, Ultron's voice came through. "Sir, you have a visitor. He does not have an appointment, but he claims to be your friend. He says his name is Thor Odinson. Shall I let him in?"
Schiller frowned slightly, though he did not care much about appointments. "All right, let him in."
Soon, Ultron led Thor inside. As Thor walked