Chaoying Psychotherapist [Zhongyingmei]

Saul patted Cynthia on the shoulder carelessly: "Let's talk, my mother still needs my help with something."

"and many more……"

"It's okay, haha! You two liked to play together before. Call me if you need anything, goodbye!"

Cynthia hesitated to speak: "..."

The two watched Thor's burly back disappear at the prison gate together.

Cynthia: "...Is this how you Asgardians treat guests?"

Loki in the cubicle raised his eyebrows.

"'You' Asgardians?" He eyed her playfully. "Oh, Saul told me last time that you're an Atrium now."

"Uh... yes?"

Cynthia turned her head, she didn't know how to face this evil god who once invaded the earth.

"Actually," she said, "I don't remember anything from the past. As far as I remember, I've always been an Atrium person."

Loki's interest seemed to be aroused.

"Ah, the Atrium man." He walked around to her. "Interesting statement. You mean, you don't think you're Raven Gold?"

Cynthia thought for a moment.

"Maybe my soul was a little bit of money once," she said, "but now, I'm just Cynthia—an ordinary human being on Earth."

Loki smiled in his treacherous green eyes. "I see. You won't take it."

Cynthia: "What?"

"You refuse to accept it, refuse to accept the fact that you are not human." Loki rested his fingertips on his chin, looking bad and elegant, "You are afraid."

Cynthia felt ridiculous.

"No, I'm not afraid." She raised her voice a little, frowning, "I'm human, that's the truth."

Loki pressed a slender palm against the energy wall.

"Really?" He stared at her, "Did you really forget, or don't you want to remember at all?

"You have the power of gold, 'Man of the Midgard'. You can manipulate the thoughts and emotions of others, you can easily see through disguises that others cannot see through, and you can influence everyone with your movements and voice. Even if the Ravenstone does not To revive you, even if you are still young, this ability has already taken root in your body.

"You've been aware of this for a long time, but you deliberately ignored it, and you deceived others and yourself. But deep down, you always knew that you are not ordinary, and you are not human.

"You're a monster, from start to finish."

Cynthia's face was covered with frost bit by bit.

The evil god curled the corners of his pale mouth.

"You must really want to blend in with them." He said in a low and slow voice, like a poisonous snake spewing out letters, "Floating gold is in charge of all thoughts, its nature is chaotic, everything is one with it, and it doesn't have the emotions and morals of normal human beings at all. .

"You're always pretending you have it. Crying like them, laughing like them, talking to people like them, pretending you're one of them. You try so hard, but in the end, monsters are monsters , will never be able to become a normal person."

Through the transparent energy wall, Cynthia looked at him quietly, and after a while, she suddenly smiled.

"Are you talking about yourself?" she asked.

Loki frowned fiercely.

"Do you know what you're talking about?" He glared at her sullenly.

"I know." Cynthia said easily, "If you're not talking about yourself, who else could it be? Because I'm not what you said.

"Before I was three years old, I had no sense of right and wrong, and I was muddled around. But when I was kicked out of the circus and met that homeless black old man, everything changed.

"He took me around for food, took me to live under the stars, and taught me what is generosity and what is morality by action. He gave me a gun and let me use it at the right time; he led He danced with me in the rain of thunder and lightning; he taught me to sing songs of joy, even though I don't know if tomorrow will come."

Cynthia gave a nostalgic smile.

"He was a black man, and so were his friends, but he raised me in white. He always liked to call me 'my brightest little moon' and gave me my current name - Cynthia, Moonlight goddess.

"He is the best dad in the world, even if I have no blood relationship with him, even if he let me wander with him. I know what he expects from me. Brace yourself and be willing to learn about human emotions."

She spread her arms proudly.

"Now, I am the 'Moon Goddess', shining above the stars, surrounded by thousands of people. I try to make myself shine, and every performance on the stage is perfect, so that his little one Only the moon can truly live up to its name, and only then can I live up to his expectations of me."

Loki looked at her incredulously, as if looking at a madman.

"Are you giving up your innate talent for an adoptive father who has nothing to do with you?" He widened his eyes and shook his head, "What an idiot. I will never give up everything that should belong to me, never Yes. Not to mention... he's just a bloodless father."

His emerald green eyes dimmed, and he murmured lowly.

Cynthia looked at him carefully.The evil god with green eyes, white hair and white skin, looks evil and gloomy at first glance, but he is just a child without a home.

"Blood relationship doesn't mean everything." She said softly, "In fact, it doesn't mean anything. What matters is love, and each other's position in each other's hearts."

Loki sneered sharply.

"Location?" he said sharply. "Where is my place in this place? Prison?"

Cynthia didn't answer, she turned her gaze around the small cubicle, and suddenly said, "Are those books on your desk all Asgard's books?"

Loki froze for a moment, subconsciously said: "...Yes."

"It's great that the prisoners in the Asgard prison can still have books to read." Cynthia said, "And the books on your table are very delicately decorated. I have never seen such books on Earth."

Loki lowered his eyes to look at the book on the table, his fingers involuntarily touched the cover, and stroked it lightly a few times.

"Saul told me that your magic is very powerful, and you are one of the few magicians in Asgard." Cynthia continued, "Are you the most powerful magician in Asgard?"

Loki was silent.

After a while, he whispered, "...No, the most powerful one is my mother."

Cynthia let out a sigh of relief.

In her vision, the little man with golden horns lying on Loki's shoulder finally stopped sobbing and crying, and poked his head out to read a book with his big self.

After flipping through a few pages of the book, Loki realized that someone was still watching him, and raised his head impatiently: "Why, are you still watching here? Do you want to live next door to me, stupid bird?"

The little man on his left shoulder turned around and pointed his ass towards Cynthia.

Cynthia: "..."

Cynthia: "First, I'm not a stupid bird."

Loki raised his eyebrows high, ready to hear what she had to say next.

Cynthia closed her mouth, turned around neatly, waved her back to him, and walked away gracefully.

Loki:? ? ?

Cynthia stayed one night in Asgard.

She was made uncomfortable by the maids serving tea, pouring water, washing clothes and stacking quilts, so she bid farewell the next day.

Sol firmly invited her to stay for a while at first, but was startled by the white light quietly emerging from her body, and retreated.

God King Odin stood in the hall and patted her on the shoulder: "You have done enough for Asgard, I don't ask you to stay here. But you must always remember that Asgard is yours home."

After Cynthia said goodbye to Odin, the Queen of God, Frigga, learned of her conversation with Loki from nowhere, and came here to thank her and told her: "No matter where you are, you will always be children of Asgard."

Even though they knew she couldn't accept her own background, they still regarded her as a part of Asgard.Cynthia and Wu Ni couldn't help being moved.

However, all positive emotions disappeared after Saul took her across the Rainbow Bridge again.

Cynthia collapsed directly on the sofa in the living room of the Avengers Building, feeling a convulsion in her stomach.

Thor: "Hahahahaha, even if you have a body made of the Raven Stone, your physique is still the same—"

Cynthia raised a gleaming middle finger at him.

Sol shut up.

Cynthia felt uncomfortable, fell asleep in a daze, and took a nap on the sofa.

When she woke up, Saul had disappeared, replaced by James who was standing opposite her at some point.

It was already dark, and the living room was not lit. James hid in the shadows, staring at her with green eyes, silently watching her, motionless.

Cynthia: "..."

Cynthia: "Hey, I'm back."

James was taken aback suddenly, blinked his eyes in panic, stared at her blankly, opened and closed his lips a few times, but made no sound.

Although his movements were still sluggish, there was already agility in his expression that Cynthia had never seen before.

Cynthia frowned, and quietly opened the ability.

She saw that the bandages on the little man on James' left shoulder were completely gone.

She stared at it for a long time, her eyes slowly widening.

After a while, he said dryly, "You..."

James' Adam's apple rolled: "I..."

After a pause, he was still cruel, and said: "...I remember everything."

Cynthia looked at him blankly, not knowing what to say.

James' eyes were full of complex emotions.

"I remember, Cynthia," he whispered. "I know who I am."

——She only disappeared for two days, and he remembered everything.

"Oh," Cynthia fiddled with her sideburns, "very good, it's a good thing."

After a pause, she jokingly said again, "This way, you won't be angry when someone calls you by your real name, Bucky."

James twitched his lips.

"I know I'm James 183 Buchanan 183 Barnes and I know I'm Hydra's Winter Soldier. I've got so much blood on my hands and I have to do something to fix it."

He spoke heavily, paused, and looked at Cynthia's expression with some anxiety: "...I want to go with the captain and do something to make up for my sins."

Cynthia closed her eyes.

She opened her eyes so fast, if you didn't look carefully, you might think she just blinked.

"Wow, that's great," she said. "Be a secret agent, or an Avenger, a hero, I know you can do it."

James didn't speak.

Cynthia continued: "It's okay, if nothing unexpected happens, you will still live in the mansion, and I will move out in a few days. Before I leave, I will ask Jarvis to move all your clothes there. From now on..."

"... Cynthia."

James called her softly.

Cynthia stopped.

"What's wrong?" she asked.

"Thank you." James said in a low voice, stretched out his good right hand, and grabbed her sleeve.

Just the same as before.

Cynthia sighed.

"Do you remember what I told you?" she asked him.

James raised his eyes.

Cynthia stroked his still uncut hair gently.

"'Maybe you're one, maybe you're a hero, maybe you're just an ordinary mortal. Either way, you're my little puppet.'"

she says.

"Forever, the only one."