Marvel's Fantasia

"Pete slow..." Cynthia was speechless.

Pete: "Okay, I'll take it slow. It will be a little uncomfortable for the first time, just hold me tight."

Finally, after circling New York, Pete brought Cynthia to her new home.

After jumping off Pete's back and stepping on the ground again, her feeling of "running in front, flying behind" disappeared.

"How?" Pete looked at her, "Will it be particularly uncomfortable?"

Cynthia: "It's okay, but it's a little difficult to breathe."

Pete nodded: "Well, after a few more times, you will know how to adjust your breathing."

"I don't want to come anytime soon, although it's really fun," Cynthia shook her head, "Are you tired?"

Pete: "Not tired, you are about the same weight as Wanda, I will carry you around New York ten times without getting tired."

Cynthia: "Then are you hungry? Do you want to go up and eat something?"

Pete hesitated: "Your craft?"

"Poison won't kill you!" Cynthia said angrily, "Do you want to eat it?"

Pete: "Then I'll give it a try."

In the elevator, he asked, "Is this your new rented house?"

Cynthia: "Well, it's not rented. Now this building is mine, and I live on the top floor."

Pete was surprised: "You are so rich and still work in bars? Do you want to experience life?"

Cynthia: "This is only after I signed the contract. In fact, I have no money now."

Pete: "Sign? What contract?"

Cynthia: "I'm ready to debut."

"Whoa," Pete whistled, "then I'm going to have a star friend?"

"Please be normal, thank you."

Cynthia opened the door to let Pete help himself, and rummaged through the cupboards, deciding to get some pancakes, which would be easy to make and satisfying.

"Would you like an omelet?" Cynthia called from the kitchen.

Pete appeared next to her with a whimper: "Okay, I want to focus a little bit."

Five minutes later, Pete held pancakes in his hand and praised: "The food you cook is much better than Wanda's."

Cynthia smiled: "Thank you for the compliment, I will tell her for you. By the way, why didn't Wanda come?"

Pete: "She doesn't want to come to New York today, I sent her to Minnesota."

Cynthia: "...you can come and go freely. By the way, can you run on water?"

Pete ate the pancake quickly, and took another piece: "Yes, but you can't stop, or you will fall."

Cynthia: "What about the wall?"

"It's not too high yet," Pete shook his head. "My latest record is five floors. If it exceeds it, it won't work."

Cynthia: "Are you afraid? Afraid of falling?"

"To be honest, a little bit, but not too much." As he spoke, he stretched out two fingers to gesture.

Cynthia looked at the almost non-existent distance between the two fingers, and fell silent for a while.

Seeing that Cynthia didn't speak, he tried to explain: "Really, you believe me, just a little bit, not at all..."

"Okay, stop talking, I believe you." Cynthia raised her hand to interrupt him, she understands the dignity of a man.

Cynthia: "Someday I'll take you to a place when I'm free. You can try as much as you want, and you won't die if you fall."

Pete's eyes lit up: "What's a good place?"

"You don't understand now, but you'll know when you go." Cynthia waved her hand and began to chase people away: "Okay, go after you finish eating, I'm going to rest."

Pete: "Then why not go tomorrow? I'll come to you in the morning."

Cynthia: "...don't be so anxious, I have something to do tomorrow, next time!"

"Which time will it be next time?" Pete muttered, "By the way, I haven't added you as a friend yet, why don't you add it now, and contact me directly when you are free."

Standing in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows, Cynthia watched Pete downstairs easily pass through the speeding car.

She found that when she looked at Pete carefully, she could see his every move, and everything else in the corner of her eye seemed to freeze.

But as soon as she looked away, looked away, even just rolled her eyes, Pete was gone.

It was a strange feeling.

In the morning, Cynthia went for a run in a nearby park.After returning home and washing up, the decoration workers also arrived.

Cynthia decided to build a music room, which required professional workers to lay soundproof cotton. Although she can't afford a piano now, she should plan ahead.

Watching the workers laying the bedding, Cynthia wondered if she should find a higher-paying job?What if she doesn't receive the notice?The bar job is gone, wait for Katie to support her?

After making up her mind, she went to ask a few pastry shops nearby that were recruiting at noon, but the boss was unwilling to recruit her when she heard that she could not sign a contract for at least half a year.

After all, no one wants a pastry chef to come today and leave tomorrow.

She was walking down the street listlessly, when someone bumped her back suddenly, and Cynthia looked back curiously.

"I'm sorry." A boy's voice said.

Then another male voice said in surprise: "Cynthia?!"

Cynthia turned around and found that the boy who called her name was very thin, but very unfamiliar.

She wondered: "I know you?"

The fat boy who bumped into Cynthia was also puzzled: "You know her?"

"No, no, I don't know," the thin boy immediately shook his head, "I'm sorry, miss, we didn't bump into you on purpose, um... goodbye!"

After all, he took his companion and ran away quickly.

Seeing the figure fleeing at high speed, Cynthia thought for a while, but still couldn't figure out who it was, probably her previous customer when she was working in a burger restaurant.

It was another intoxicating night, but the atmosphere tonight was a little different.Cynthia stood on the stage singing, and she could feel some unkind eyes sweeping over her.

When paying the wages, the bartender asked her: "It seems that someone is following you, do you need someone to take you back?"

Cynthia declined his offer and left the bar alone.