Marvel's Fantasia

The next day is the Announcement Music Festival Awards Ceremony. This year Cynthia has been shortlisted for eight awards. She needs to do a good job of styling today.

In the morning, the girl drove to the company alone, and it was not convenient for Steve to accompany her at this time.

Katie: "Did you know all the news about Nigeria yesterday?"

Cynthia: "Well, yes. I was in the hospital last night."

"What?! You?!" Katie was startled, and immediately looked around, and then realized that they are now in Cynthia's personal lounge, and no one else will hear them.

"It was too late yesterday. If I had arrived earlier, maybe I could have saved more people."

"It's good that you saved so many people. So what do you want to do next?"

"What?" Cynthia wondered, "What else do I need to do? Didn't I cure them all?"

"But what about the dead ones? Do you want to donate to them?"

"No, isn't it more certain that the donation is Steve's fault? It's clear that they didn't plant the bomb."

"This matter has a great impact. I think you will be in a little trouble on the red carpet in the afternoon."

On the red carpet, Cynthia was wearing a purple haute couture dress, her platinum hair was coiled high behind her head, and she had a cold look on her face.

Her appearance did not deter reporters, however.After entering the venue, a reporter kept asking her questions with a microphone: "Cynthia, how many awards do you think you can win tonight?"

Cynthia: "I don't know, I'm not a judge."

Reporter: "You have a performance with Harry tonight, what do you think of Harry?"

Cynthia: "I think he is very nice, humorous and talented. Although he looks unreliable, he is actually a very good person."

Reporter: "Did any sparks emerge during your cooperation?"

Cynthia: "I have a boyfriend, so I don't need to say the answer to this question, do I?"

Reporter: "Speaking of your boyfriend, how do you feel about what happened in Lagos yesterday?"

Cynthia: "I remember it was a music festival, not some political news channel."

Reporter: "Are you dodging the question? You had a concert there two weeks ago, don't you have anything to say to your Nigerian fans?"

"I'm sorry," Cynthia had to respond to this question: "What happened yesterday was an accident, and no one wants it to happen."

Reporter: "How can this be considered an accident? Isn't it the fault of the Avengers members?"

Cynthia: "Why isn't this an accident? They didn't set the bomb, and they didn't make the explosion."

Reporter: "But they didn't stop the explosion, that's why there were so many casualties."

Cynthia: "They are human beings, not gods. How do you want them to stop the explosion? You are so powerful, why not go up?"

Reporter: "You are so angry, is it because the person who led the team yesterday was your boyfriend Captain America?"

Cynthia: "Your question is so sharp, are you a spy sent by Hydra?"

"No, no, I'm not," the reporter panicked, he didn't want to have anything to do with Hydra: "I just feel very sad about what happened yesterday."

Cynthia: "I'm also sad, everyone is sad, and the members of the Avengers are even more sad, but this kind of thing is not something you use to attract attention."

Reporter: "I heard that Avengers member Wanda Maximoff is your friend, so are you speaking for her? Covering up her mistakes?"

"What does it mean to cover up her mistake?" Cynthia frowned, and said displeasedly: "She just can't control her ability, and it's not that she wants to hurt others, it's not her will."

Reporter: "Since she can't control it well, then she shouldn't be involved in the mission, otherwise these things wouldn't happen."

"Your conclusion is funny," Cynthia scoffed. "You don't even understand the cause and effect. If she doesn't participate, do you know what the consequences will be?"

Reporter: "What consequences?"

Cynthia: "The bomb was tied to the remnant of Hydra early in the morning. If Wanda wasn't there and the bomb exploded on the street, how many people do you think would die? It's a market, and there are at least a thousand people on the street." !"

Reporter: "So she chose to sacrifice dozens of people in the building, right?"

Cynthia: "She didn't make such a choice. She originally planned to move the bomb to a high altitude and release it, but it was beyond her control, so the bomb exploded uncontrollably in the building."

Reporter: "But she still hurt people, didn't she?"

"Is this what she wants?" Cynthia was a little annoyed: "You are so smart, why don't you teach them what to do?"

"Okay, don't pay attention to him," Harry, who had just walked into the venue, saw Cynthia, and put his arms around the girl's shoulders. "You don't need to pay attention to topics that have nothing to do with tonight. Let's sit in the front."

Reporter: "Harry, you have such a good relationship with Cynthia, have you ever considered chasing her?"

Harry: "Chased, but she refused."

Is this topic relevant to tonight?Cynthia rolled her eyes, she didn't want to stand here anymore, and walked to her place with her skirt lifted.

At the end of the night, Cynthia didn't show any expression, and the camera could capture her smiling face when she was accepting the award.After the ceremony, she didn't go to the party, but decided to go home in the car.

Steve, who was waiting at the door, saw the babysitter's car stopped, and stepped forward to help the girl lift the skirt, but was rejected: "Just help with the things. Cindy, you don't need to get out of the car, just give it to Steve." .”

"Oh, okay," the assistant stretched out his hand, "Here, it will be a little heavy."

This weight is of course for Cindy.Steve greeted the people in the car, and easily picked up the seven bags and went back to the house.

There was no sign of the girl in the living room. Steve put the bag on the bar and took out the trophies with different shapes inside. This was Cynthia's victory tonight.

After tidying herself up, Cynthia went downstairs and saw the man tidying up the display cabinet, wiping her trophies one by one, and then putting them in order.

"Don't mess with it, come and have a chat." Sitting on the sofa, Cynthia wiped her hair, "How is Wanda? Did anything happen today?"

"She's in a better mood. You made too much noise last night. The federal department is still looking for some mysterious person today. They probably want to recruit you."

Cynthia raised her eyebrows: "Then they can't afford me, my appearance fee is very high."

Steve smiled and took over the work of drying his hair: "Yes, yes, little rich woman."

Cynthia snorted softly: "How does it feel to be taken care of by a rich woman? Work hard, and I will reward you."

"Naughty bastard," Steve scratched the tip of the girl's nose when he saw the girl frowning, "what will you do if they find you?"

"Of course it is a refusal. I don't want to get involved in this kind of thing. Last night was also because I wanted to help Wanda."

"Well, it's good for you to make a decision. The power of public opinion is powerful, and I don't want you to be criticized."

"I have such a thick skin, their saliva can't hurt me."

"Really? But I read the hot search and said that you are in a bad mood tonight, and your face is so dark that it shines."

"It's all the reporter's fault. He keeps talking about your mistakes yesterday. I'm so pissed off!"

"Don't be angry, you are only 21, it's my fault that you shouldn't have to bear these things."

"Don't blame yourself." Cynthia leaned into the man's arms and quickly wet his T-shirt. "Will this matter affect you?"

"It's hard to say. The attitude of the Secretary of State is still unclear, and there may be pressure from the United Nations. I don't know if there will be any dissatisfaction."

"Dissatisfied? Will they do anything to Wanda?"

"Fury thinks it should not only be aimed at Wanda, but the entire Avengers will probably be dragged down. Of course, this is a long-standing conflict. Don't worry, we will handle it well."

Well, now that the men have said so, Cynthia no longer struggles with this issue.She is not one of them, so she can't control so many things.

At noon the next day, Cynthia was meditating in the gym.

After what happened the day before yesterday, she felt that it was necessary to exercise her healing ability, and it would be best if she could use it naturally.

The mobile phone on the side rang a few times, and Cynthia picked it up to see that it was from T'Challa.After reading a few messages, she made a direct phone call.

As soon as the phone was connected, Cynthia said, "Is the message you just sent confirmed?"

"Of course, I have been accompanying my father to various meetings during this time, and the news couldn't be more accurate."

"Wakanda also participated? Isn't this a Sokovia thing?"

"Because of what happened in Nigeria two days ago, although it does not belong to our country, we are also compatriots. We cannot just sit idly by."

"But that was an accident, not caused by the members of the Avengers."

"Other people don't think so, and my father is still very angry."

"Okay," Cynthia sighed, "what does this agreement do?"

"It's used to control the members of the Avengers, although I don't think it's very effective," T'Challa shrugged, "but signing it means obeying the arrangements of the United Nations and acting under the control of multiple countries. This is also a kind of legalization. "

"Wait, I don't understand this kind of political content," Cynthia ran out of the gym with her mobile phone, and found Steve who was watering the flowers in the garden: "Talk to Steve, it's Captain America, he It's the parties."

"Okay," T'Challa on the other end of the phone replied, "Give him the phone."

Steve took the phone, the two sides introduced themselves, and began to discuss the content of the agreement.

T'Challa doesn't know much, and the specific content of the agreement is still being revised. He just knows that the United Nations will definitely put pressure on the Secretary of State to control the members of the Avengers.

At the same time, the daily work of the Stark Music Building is also proceeding in an orderly manner.

"The conditions you offered are very satisfactory to me," the blond man sat at the table and signed the contract with a pen: "Then what reason do I have to refuse?"

"Of course, we invite you with the utmost sincerity," the person in charge smiled, "Then wish us a happy cooperation, Alex!"

"Happy cooperation!"