Marvel's Fantasia

Clarice has long purple hair, pointed ears, and green vertical pupils that are different from ordinary people.

Her ability is to distort space, which is a bit like a teleportation array.She and Alex came this way, after all, the distance from New York to Miami is not short.

However, Clarice's ability is easily affected by emotions and is not stable.

In the corner, head-sized golden and purple teleportation arrays appeared one after another, and their owners were getting together to communicate.

Lorna glanced at Sonia, who was still asleep, and sat back in the chair to play with her mobile phone.

Alex, who was ignored, shrugged and leaned against the wall with his eyes closed.

……

Seeing that the person on the hospital bed did not move for a long time, Lorna glanced at Cynthia: "Did you treat her?"

Cynthia: "Why, can't you see that her wounds have healed?"

Lorna: "Then why isn't she awake?"

Cynthia: "How do I know?! You should ask the doctor this question."

Lorna: "You said it could cure her."

Cynthia: "That's right..."

Seeing the two getting more and more excited as they talked, Alex couldn't help but said, "Can you..."

Lorna Cynthia: "No!"

Cynthia: "Can't you see she's targeting me!"

Lorna: "Yes, I just don't trust you!"

Cynthia: "Oh, yes, then I'd better help her recover."

Lorna: "Do you dare to try!"

Alex looked at the two women arguing across the hospital bed and felt a headache.

"Can you pause for a while," the person on the hospital bed closed his eyes and said, "I will continue after I sit up."

After Sonia regained consciousness, she heard two familiar voices arguing.

Although she wanted to stop them, the drool all over the sky made her have no desire to open her eyes at all.

Lorna and Cynthia looked at each other for a moment, rolled their eyes, and stopped talking to each other.

Alex looked at Sonia who was sitting up, and asked, "Are you feeling uncomfortable?"

"No," Sonia thought for a while, "the gunshot wound shouldn't heal so quickly, right?"

Clarice: "Of course, it was Cynthia who treated you, otherwise you would have to lie down for a few more days."

Cynthia: "You're welcome. You remember being shot, did you see who it was?"

Sonia was silent for a moment: "It's them."

Lorna gritted her teeth and said, "I knew it!"

Alex frowned: "How did they find you?"

"Because I was having sex with a man..." Sonia sighed, "Afterwards, I used 'Dream Smoke' to erase his memory, and then they found me."

Clarice: "Oh, then you have to be careful in the future. The doctor said that there was a bullet only 1.2 centimeters from the heart, and you almost died!"

Cynthia: "Wait! I don't quite get it, is 'they' the name of an organization?"

"I told you before that mutants don't have a good status in society," Alex explained, "The people who attacked Sonia came from the Sentinel Secret Service, an organization that specializes in targeting mutants."

The Secret Service belongs to the government, but it is independent from the government. It is a department with great autonomy.

Cynthia frowned: "But they shouldn't shoot and kill people at will."

Lorna snorted: "We are not human beings in their eyes."

When encountering the Secret Service, they usually avoid it whenever they can, not because they can't fight, but because they don't want to fight.

Although mutants have special abilities, their number is not many, and the base of this world is still ordinary people.

If they really resist, it will only attract more ordinary people to discriminate and unite, resulting in fights.

And some mutants don't want to resist, because they still have family and friends who are ordinary people.

at dusk.

Steve came home, followed the scent to the kitchen, and saw Cynthia sitting on the floor, staring at the oven with her chin in a daze.

"What's the matter?" He bent over and sat beside the girl, "Why are you thinking so seriously?"

"Do you think I'm scary? With these strange abilities."

Cynthia spread her hands, and a white-gold energy ball appeared in her palm, and many energy filaments swam around her body.

"No, I think it's good. And with the ability, you can better protect yourself and help others."

"You think this way because you are not an ordinary person. Others will probably still be afraid."

"What happened to you?"

"It's nothing." Cynthia rested her head on his shoulder, "I just suddenly feel that living in this society is very hard."

People's hearts and contradictions are much more complicated than they were 70 years ago, and of course it may have been the case, but her previous experience was too single.

"I'm sorry, but I was too busy during this time and ignored your feelings."

"It's not your problem, Steve," she said, looking up at him. "We're fine, honey, and I love you."

Steve kissed her on the lips: "I love you too."

On Sunday morning, the sun was still bright and dazzling.

Steve looked at the girl who was eating silently, and refilled her some coffee: "Where do you want to go today?"

He sensed that she had something on her mind, but the other party didn't want to say it, and it was hard for him to ask.

"Besides going to church," Cynthia thought for a while, shaking her head: "Do you have any suggestions?"

She is not in the mood to shine for the patient for the time being.

Although she used to be an ordinary person, she is now a mutant in the eyes of the public, a species that should not exist.

Thinking of Katy's attitude and what she saw and heard in the past two days, she took a sip of her coffee, it was really bitter.

"We haven't seen each other for only two months." Cynthia looked at the baby tossing and turning on the carpet, and exclaimed again and again, "How could he turn over?!"

Laura sat aside and said with a smile, "He only learned it this week."

Cynthia: "But why is Nathaniel's middle name Pietro?"

Laura: "Clint said it was to thank Pietro for saving him."

Natasha, who was lying sideways, stretched out her hand to overturn the baby, and saw him turn back to lie on his stomach with a smile, and explained: "It was when Pete was fighting Ultron in February, Pete blocked a few bullets with his vibrating gold T-shirt. .It's the one you gave me."

Cynthia: "Oh, but it was his T-shirt, I just changed it."

Natasha: "Hmm, a transformation worth over ten thousand."

Cynthia: "If you want, I can make one for you. I can make more exquisite clothes now."

"I don't need it for the time being." Natasha shook her head with a smile. "If you open a custom clothing, there should be many people who like it."

Cynthia: "Well, it's a good idea. I'll hire you as the store manager then."

In the yard, Steve glanced at the harmonious scene in the house, then lowered his head and continued to knock on the nails.

"Why," said Clint, who was sawing wood, "are you still worried about her accident when I'm here?"

"I'm just not worried. She's not in a good mood today."

"You can take her out for a walk more, or watch a few TV episodes," Clint shared his valuable experience, "and don't make her angry."

"I didn't...well, thanks for the suggestion."