Chaoying Psychotherapist [Zhongyingmei]

Avengers Tower, top floor rooftop.

Spider-Man and Cynthia sat on the edge of the roof together, their legs down, dangling in the air.

Below the feet is a dizzying abyss.

"Well... so tall, aren't you afraid of falling, Ms. Cynthia?" Spiderman was a little cautious, and looked at her sideways with his chin in his hand.

Cynthia was looking up at the sunset in the sky, her dazzling blond hair was blown by the wind, and there were a few gentle arcs around her ears.

"I've never been afraid of heights," she said, smiling. "I've never been afraid of falling, exactly. A year ago..."

Her eyes became blank, as if she was looking at something far away.

"...I've jumped off myself once."

Spiderman widened his big white eyes slightly, and said excitedly: "Oh, I know! I still remember that time in Gotham, right? On the roof of the Wayne Building, because the clown—"

He paused, reacted immediately, and apologized hastily: "——Oh my God, I'm sorry! I shouldn't have mentioned him!"

Cynthia smiled and shook her head.

"It's okay, he's not Voldemort." She blinked narrowly, "That's right, it was that one time, it seems that you are really my fan."

"Of course! I like you so much!" Spider-Man happily kicked his dangling calf, "You are braver than I thought."

"brave?"

Cynthia murmured, fell silent, and lowered her eyes: "I used to think so too."

Spider-Man turned to look at her in confusion and cautiously: "Ms. Cynthia?"

Cynthia shook her head.

"I guess Tony's putting you in the Avengers' reservists?" she asked.

Spider-Man froze, covered his face in disbelief, and steam began to rise from the top of his head: "Really??!"

Cynthia choked: "...Of course, otherwise, why did he bring you to the Avengers headquarters?"

"No no no no no——" Spider-Man screamed softly, the blush on his face was almost reflected through the mask, "Mr. Where's the Avengers...!"

Cynthia: "..."

She sighed and said with a smile: "Well, let's wait and see."

After a pause, he added, "However, even if you are not an Avenger, I trust you. So, I want to tell you something."

She told Spider-Man about her abilities and background.

The sun is setting and half of the sky is dark blue, while the other half is dyed magnificently with red, purple and orange.In the cool evening breeze, Spider-Man looked sideways at Cynthia, listening to her own story, and slowly opened his eyes wide.

"...God," he said in disbelief, "you're from Asgard, that god's realm. You're one of the ravens on Odin's shoulders. No wonder... no wonder you look so perfect..."

Cynthia pulled out a wry smile.

"I'd rather not be so perfect."

Spider-Man froze for a moment, and asked incomprehensibly, "What?"

"I don't want to..." Cynthia pursed her lips, "I don't want to have this ability."

She turned her head and looked at Spider-Man's white goggles: "I just want to be an ordinary person-I always thought I was an ordinary person. My achievements, my talents, my skills... I am attracted by Everything I am proud of is established under the conditions of ordinary people."

She lowered her head, looked at the busy traffic under her feet, and sighed slowly.

"When all this becomes a vassal of 'being a superpower', my life...is like a cheating."

The sun has lost its last heat in the sky.On the rooftop, Spider-Man looked at her pale profile, frowned, and shook his head eagerly and disapprovingly: "How can you think so?"

Cynthia looked over at him.

"How can you think that?" Spider-Man said. "If a person cheats in life, it should be stealing, robbery, taking resources by immoral means, etc. You didn't do bad things, just talent So, how can it be considered cheating?"

"But," Cynthia frowned slowly, "we live in a world built by ordinary people, and we compete with ordinary people for resources. For them, this is inherently unfair."

Spider-Man looked at her seriously and said, "It's not your fault that you have powers far beyond ordinary people. It's not something you can choose—none of us can choose. If you really feel sorry, use your abilities to help." Others, otherwise, what can such an ability do?"

"That's why I want to talk to you."

Cynthia looked at this young superhero. Although he was young in stature, he already had wisdom beyond ordinary people, as well as a kind and innocent heart.

"I can't do it," she said, "I can't be like you, caring about everyone, caring about everyone, and willing to dedicate myself to people who have never met. Maybe it's like what Rocky said, I He doesn't have the compassion of human beings. Although he has learned four or five points from his father, the indifference in his nature is still stubborn.

"You said 'with great power comes great responsibility', and you seemed to accept this responsibility with joy. But for me, this responsibility seemed to be a shackle, which made me suffocate."

Spider-Man rested his chin and looked at her quietly.

His eyes revealed the sincerity and purity that belonged only to young people, but in the depths, there seemed to be something more stable.

"No." He shook his head and said, "I didn't accept it readily at the beginning."

"I also had times of confusion and resistance. In high school, I was almost the punching bag of those tall boys. When I had this ability, I just wanted to take revenge on them. I wanted to be quick, but I was provoked by Uncle Ben." Trouble came. He didn't blame me, he just told me that ability and responsibility are relative, what is responsibility, and how to take responsibility."

There is a touch of sadness in the boy's voice, which further highlights the firmness and fearlessness in it.

"He taught me the most important lesson in my life. If it wasn't for him, I would never be the Spider-Man I am today."

Cynthia sat beside him and looked at him, only feeling that this young man was so tall and straight.

"Your uncle is a very good man, he must be proud of you." She whispered, "I also have a very important elder, although there is no blood relationship, but for me, he has always been It’s like a lighthouse. He didn’t teach me how to take responsibility, he only told me how to face reality optimistically. I think, I only have the ability to care for my relatives and friends, just like he cares about me.”

Spider-Man scratched his head.

"That's good." He said, "You don't need to be a superhero who cares about everyone. Isn't it a kind of contribution to use your abilities on your relatives and friends?"

Cynthia sneered: "But I don't have any relatives or friends..."

"Huh?" Spider-Man was surprised, "Isn't Mr. Stark your friend?"

Cynthia was stunned.

"If you want to say that..." she hesitated, "but a person like him should have nothing to do with me... wait a minute."

She opened her eyes.

"I seem to understand."

[Indeed, part of the reason is just as you think. 】Wuni said,【The reason why we set 'helping superheroes' as the mission goal is not just as simple as the change of the world line. 】

【Oh, that's right. 】

Cynthia fiddled with her phone while answering absent-mindedly.

Wu Ni asked in bewilderment: [What are you doing? 】

[I'm preparing to do a live broadcast. ] Cynthia said.

[?live streaming?Why live stream? 】 Wu Ni was puzzled.

Cynthia smiled inexplicably.

[Of course in response to those public opinions. 】

At around seven o'clock in the evening, people who were checking Twitter suddenly caught a glimpse of a long-lost account.

[Thatthia: I'm very sorry, I have taken up a lot of your public resources recently.I read your views and opinions on my comeback. In order to respond to you, I will hold a live broadcast at [-]:[-] tonight, chat with you face to face, and solve the minor problems that have arisen recently. 】

It was Cynthia who hadn't tweeted in a year.

Her last tweet was the one that officially announced her relationship with Bruce. In a blink of an eye, a year passed, and this relationship also ended in failure and disappeared.

The reason why Cynthia didn't tweet was because she herself died in an accident.

Now, this account has been put into use again, the reason: resurrection.

It can simply draw a strong stroke in the history of the Internet.

All in all, this tweet went straight to the top of the trending list with almost no buffering speed.

Then, Tony passed by Cynthia, stretched his neck to take a look, and after knowing what she was doing, he had nothing to do, and used his account to transfer it again.

The situation is completely out of control.

Before eight o'clock, Twitter had already crashed once. Countless netizens flocked to the website to find out what happened. As a result, the tweet went blank, and no matter how much you clicked on it, you couldn't open it.

The obvious programmers were forced to rush to work and exert their hand speed to the limit of human beings, only to save the precarious website.

But their work is far from over.

At eight o'clock sharp, Cynthia started the live broadcast on time.

Her upper body appeared in the camera, dressed simply and without makeup, but she looked better than she had at the press conference a few days ago.

In less than 2 minutes, before Cynthia even started to speak, there was a "snap" in the live broadcast room and the connection was disconnected.

Engineers and programmers worked hard in the background, eager to cram themselves into the code, and finally, 5 minutes later, Twitter successfully survived the test of death.

After the website returned to normal, Cynthia turned on the live broadcast again.

"Good evening, everyone." She glanced at the rapidly increasing number of viewers and the bullet screen that was not clear at all, and said calmly, "Long time no see."