"Captain, I called Tony, but he said he was nearly losing his mind from all the work too. Can't you really come back and help me test my abilities? I only need an hour or two of your time..."
"You know doctors need experience. If I can't analyze my patients' psychology and emotions, how can I know whether my abilities actually work? Can't you really come back for a visit?" Schiller said over the phone.
Captain America lay on the ground, blood covering the corners of his mouth. He gripped his phone tightly and said in a low voice, "I'm not going back. I mean, the Director's work is extremely urgent. I have to finish it immediately. It's all for our ideals..."
"Fine, then I'll hang up first."
"No, wait!" Captain America coughed twice and fell silent for a moment. Hearing the other person call his name through the phone, he said, "Doctor, is Agent Carter... doing well?"
"Agent Carter? You mean Sharon Carter? She... she's doing quite well. Um, there's no problem, at least as far as I remember."
"Doctor, I hope you'll tell me the truth. We shouldn't hide things from each other, should we?"
There was silence on the other end of the line for quite some time. Then Captain America heard Schiller's voice. "You know that many recent missions haven't gone very smoothly. The Director is inevitably a little anxious."
"Agent Carter is younger. Compared to the objective, she hopes the process itself can be just as just. She's like you—you two are really alike... but exactly the opposite of the Director."
"Yesterday, there was a laboratory involved in experiments on children. The Director proposed certain ideas, and Agent Carter strongly opposed them. She talked back to the Director, and he was furious, so he transferred