Marvel's Fantasia

Cynthia was standing three meters behind Peter at the moment.

She came here following the bloodstains, firstly because she was curious, and secondly because she wanted to see if anyone needed help.Now that she met her, she couldn't sit idly by.

However, Cynthia rolled her eyes at the two black lenses.

What's the matter with this kid, just come out at night and hang around, and wear it in broad daylight, isn't he afraid of being arrested by the police as a transvestite?

"You put on the headgear backwards, don't you feel that your nose is stuffy?"

"Oh, oh!" Peter turned the hood around, looked back, and quickly reached out to stop him: "Don't come over!"

He didn't want Cynthia to see him hurt, and Peter was afraid that the blood on his body would scare her.

Of course, Cynthia would not obediently listen to him.

She walked to Peter's side, looked at the bloody cotton and the bandage on his abdomen, and frowned: "How did you get hurt?"

What's the situation?Fighting with others and using weapons?Are children in modern society so barbaric?

"I just subdued a group of bank robbers. The other party... what expression do you have?! What I said is true!" Peter argued anxiously when he saw Cynthia's expression of "what are you talking about in your sleep" road.

"Come on, stop talking, I believe you." Seeing his anxious look, Cynthia raised her hand to comfort him.

Peter: "I'm telling the truth, I'm Spider-Man, and I'm helping people."

Cynthia: "You help yourself first."

Peter: "...I'm fine, you go back first."

It is impossible to go back, what if he passes out here?Cynthia stretched out her hand: "Get up, I'll take you to the hospital for a checkup."

Peter shook his head: "I don't want to go to the hospital."

Cynthia: "Heroes are not afraid to go to the hospital. Iron Man and Captain America also go to the hospital when they are injured."

Peter: "But I'm underage. If you go to the hospital, you will be arrested."

Cynthia: "..." It seems to make sense.

"Rookie singer suspected of abusing minors? Cynthia didn't think Katie would want to see such headlines.

Cynthia: "Then I'll take you home, where is your home?"

"No, no," Peter shook his head again and again: "I can't go home, Aunt May will faint when she sees me like this!"

"Okay," then there is only the third option left: "You go to my house, and I will bandage you."

Peter was stunned: "This is not good, won't your family be scared?"

Cynthia: "I live alone. Can you stand up?"

"Yes," Peter stood up against the wall. The pain made it difficult for him to stand up straight. "Did you come by car? It shouldn't be convenient for me to take the subway or take a taxi."

Cynthia: "No, we'll just walk."

After all, before Peter could speak, she raised her hand to open the teleportation array and said, "Let's go, we're home."

"Are you a witch?!"

Peter was dumbfounded. He stood in front of the teleportation array and asked curiously, "Is this the arbitrary door in that cartoon? It can go anywhere."

Cynthia: "What animation? I haven't seen it. I'm not a child."

"Cool!" Peter looked at the light circle like fireworks, his hands were a little itchy, "What is this? Can I touch it?"

Cynthia: "...I'm not sure if you're still there after touching your hand."

In fact, it's okay to encounter it, but she wants to scare this eighteen-question boy.

Sure enough, Peter was bluffed, and he waved his hand quickly: "I'm just asking, I don't touch."

After taking Peter home and letting him find a seat for himself, Cynthia went to the room to get the medicine box.Peter stood in the living room, looking at the warm arrangement, a little at a loss.

Cynthia came back with the medicine box and saw Peter still standing there: "Why don't you sit, standing all the time is not good for the wound."

Peter: "I, my clothes are a little dirty with blood on them, I'm afraid I'll stain your sofa."

Cynthia: "That makes sense, why don't you take off your clothes and lie on the ground, anyway, it's not cold now."

Peter's face turned red in an instant, and he stammered: "No, no, me, me, me..."

Cynthia: "I'm just kidding you. You can't wear this suit anymore. Let me change it for you, so it's easier to clean the wound."

The onesie Peter was wearing wasn't good for the wound, and Cynthia wanted to get him a t-shirt and pants.

Peter stepped back quickly, grabbed his hood tightly, and said, "You can't take it off, you can't take it off."

Cynthia frowned: "What are you afraid of? I won't do anything to you. Don't you wear underwear?!"

Peter: "I wear it, I wear it!"

"That's fine, I'll change your clothes for you," Cynthia beckoned for Peter to come over, "Don't worry, my sister will be very gentle and won't hurt at all!"

Peter: "..." He felt something was weird.

Cynthia continued to seduce: "You don't need to take off the headgear, I will change your clothes for you, don't worry."

"Why don't you give me your clothes," Peter took another step back, "I'll go to the bathroom to change."

Cynthia: "I don't have men's clothes at home, or do you want to wear women's clothes? My body shape doesn't match yours."

Peter was stunned: "Then what clothes are you going to change for me?"

Cynthia: "You'll know when you come here, come on, lie down on the sofa."

Peter walked over and lay down obediently.Cynthia took out the scissors and cut the clothes around the wound first, so as not to tear the wound when changing later.

Cynthia: "What color t-shirt and jeans do you like?"

"Huh?" Peter was a little confused: "Just a white t-shirt and dark pants."

The boy didn't understand what Cynthia meant. Was she going downstairs to buy it?When he was still in doubt, he felt a bit icy cold on the wound. He looked down, when did he put on his clothes? !

"Don't move around, I'm still washing your wound," Cynthia stretched out a hand to press Peter to get up, "Do you have any discomfort?"

Cynthia felt that the incision was quite deep. She didn't know if it hurt the internal organs. She didn't know how to check it!

"No, no."

Peter was lying on the sofa, his face was flushed, and Cynthia's hand was still on his chest, and he felt his heart beating wildly.

"Huh? Really not? But you have a lot of blood again."

Cynthia looked at the wound, wondering why so much blood oozes out all of a sudden.She looked at Peter's hood, wondering what his face looked like.

Peter's breathing became short of breath, and he shook his head again and again: "No, I'm not uncomfortable, really!"

Cynthia: "Can you take off the hood? I can see that you are having difficulty breathing. It will be much more comfortable if you take it off?"

Peter repeatedly refused: "No, no, no, no..."

Cynthia said while administering the medicine: "Look, you all know what I look like, but I don't know what you look like. I think I'm at a disadvantage."

Peter: "I, I can't reveal my identity..."

Cynthia: "Look, you are Spider-Man, I am Dreamer, and everyone is a superhero, shouldn't we get to know each other?"

Peter opened his mouth: "I..." What a dreamer!He has never heard of it!

The boy has no self-awareness at all, and neither does his Spider-Man.

Cynthia moved her face closer to him: "Come on, don't be shy, take it off and let me see your face."

"!!!" The sudden big face startled Peter, he restrained the urge to push Cynthia away: "Don't come over suddenly, you'll scare me to death!"

Cynthia: "Then take off your mask quickly, or you won't be able to walk out of this door today."

He can go through the window.Peter thought for a while: "You have to make sure that you don't speak out, and you don't reveal my identity."

He felt that he was saved by Cynthia, and it didn't seem good to keep her from knowing what he looked like.She shouldn't say it, right?

Cynthia: "Well, I won't say it."

With the other party's promise, Peter took off the hood. He felt that the air was indeed much fresher, and he could still smell the faint scent of flowers.

Cynthia looked at his rosy face and his lips were not pale, it seemed that there was nothing unusual, so she turned her head and continued to apply the medicine.

Before waiting for Cynthia's question, Peter was taken aback, and said, "Don't you have any questions for me?"

Cynthia: "Ask you what?"

Peter: "Then you let me take off the hood...?"

Cynthia: "I'm afraid that you will be brave and don't say too much blood loss, so I want to see how your face looks."

Peter: "Oh."

Hearing the other party's tone of disappointment, Cynthia glanced at him, thinking that she should fulfill the other party's wish, although she really didn't want to know anything.

Cynthia: "How old are you?"

Peter: "...you asked this question last time."

Cynthia shrugged, refusing to admit that she had forgotten: "Isn't that just for the sake of foreshadowing. Why are you pretending to be a hero?"

Peter: "I'm really a hero! I'm not pretending!"

Cynthia: "Okay, skip this question. Your family knows that you play a hero, no, do you know that you are a hero?"

Peter: "I don't know. The people around me don't know. The hero should protect his daily identity and not implicate his family."

"...But what should you do if you are injured? Your family doesn't know, and you can't go to the hospital. How do you deal with the wound? Just like today." Cynthia thinks this boy is too into the drama, right?Really think you're a superhero?

Peter: "I have wound medicine in my schoolbag, and I have prepared medicine in my room in case of emergency. And my self-healing ability is very good, and I will be fine in a day or two."

Cynthia felt her head hurt a little, how could she persuade the other party to return to normal life?

After pasting the gauze, she said: "You can't do this, there will always be times when you can't handle it."

Peter explained: "Today was just an accident. The other party used tear gas, so I was careless..."

"Stop!" Cynthia raised her hand to interrupt him: "I think your paranoia is a bit serious, Peter, I can't cure you. How about I take you to see a psychiatrist?"

Peter: "..."

Did she still not believe he was Spider-Man? !