[Marvel x You] Otome Proposition

The mirror image is inverted once.You are the distressed, happy paper man.

1.

You are a person who lives in a book, a paper man, with a round face and smooth lines, healthy hands and feet, and a full and slender painting.The whole one looks cute.

It's a pity that you are just a paper man, a paper man who can only move sideways like a crab when no one else has opened the book.

You're kind of frustrated about it.

The paper people in the whole picture book can't understand you. They are happily jumping around in the frame, echoing the frame, asking simple questions, and laughing.

Just being a typical person, they feel at ease and never want to look outside or look inside.

"What" is like the sky, as long as you find the exclusive picture frame and jump up, you can touch it, but it is no different, just like the land in the picture frame, rough and meaningless.So, they don't understand your nonsensical, hilarious frustration.

It's very different.you think.

Make a paper man.It is different from the real three-dimensional cylinder man.Although, since the recommended reading age of picture books is under 15 years old, your cognition is still as shallow as the simple painting of thick crayons.

Unlike people who can see all the pictures in the whole story, and even describe the narration in the heart of a tree, although you are an important protagonist, you can perceive what is outside the paper, but it is separated by fog or tulle. The end of the sound, a touch of warmth from fingertips touching for a long time.

Those round fingers turning over the pages of the book, leading you to put the small wooden pillar-like arms on the bookshelf, lead you to think that real people are beautiful cylinders, but they must be more delicately carved than the fire sticks you have seen.

You can't help but think, with a little naive speculation.

Although the real world is always restless.In a bookcase containing many books, in a large room with brown wood bookcases, in a high-rise building containing many rooms, you are close to the outermost cover.Many tremors are felt.

People express fright with the cry of "Ah".

Then pinging, bang, bang, explosion, gunshot, whistling wind.Covered with a book cover, you are listening carefully as if watching a blind play with sound, a little bit confused.

At this time, you do not feel afraid.Whenever the sound of such a battle spreads to the trembling bookcase, your little girl will open the door, open the glass window, take a quick look at you with glass-green eyes, and bury the book in the bookcase. under the coat.

Her name is Wanda.she told you.

It can also be said to be inadvertent, the place where she wrote her name is just on your round little palm.Also just happened to drop her name, Wanda Maximoff.

Your palms itch when you write this name, and you can't help shaking your little finger.Thus, the last word is crooked to the grass in the background.Wanda found out.

She was surprised, but not surprised, nor frightened.Maybe it's because she is shining with the more mysterious chaos magic of arse red, she just pondered quietly, sweeping over your lovely body, as if she found a small gem next to Pandora's box.

It seems that your loneliness is broken into an eggshell. Wanda's green eyes stained with forest trees after the rain, and your eye the size of a small almond, looked at each other, and made careful contact with the fraternal eggs with their eyes.Maybe comparable to the eye contact a child makes with a puppy.

Wanda likes you.She looks at you, and the little finger that can't help but move, and there is a palpable joy in her eyes, and the joy of finally finding companionship.You only hesitated a little bit, and became a little nervous, and then you couldn't help but ran out from the hidden pages and got close to her fingertips.

Because Kosovia is rarely sunny and peaceful.If this is the surface of a lake, then God, it is really raining stones here.Always restless, always nervous, although there are family members, but there is too little time to snuggle alone, and the comfort is limited.

So whenever there is a war, Wanda will find you.She wants to hold you, only to feel that some fear and anxiety have been pushed away.

Now, the dust of the war outside dazedly wiped the window panes, leaving the rustling sound of knocking on the window. Her lips with a little trembling and comfort were printed on the colored page oil paper.Because of this infusion of affection, your pattern seems to become more lustrous.

You vaguely saw a bright and immature face, brown hair scattered on your arms and neck, and swept a little bit of your fingertips, and then she kissed you.If the paper man also has a heart, the solidified red will melt into ink again and stick to Wanda's gentle lips touching you.

Although there is no extra color on your face, your heart must have turned red.

Being a philosopher, frustrated with being a paper person, and wanting to explore meaning, compared with the expectation of communicating with her, suddenly became inconspicuous at all.

Wanda communicates with you with her heart and will, and her voice is very clear, not as guarded and alienated as she is to strangers.The flowers that bloom on the street often bloom a few petals, how long it takes for the dust from an explosion to settle, and sometimes the sky is blue, white, and gray again, she will tell you, just like a beautiful girl next door, who occasionally jokes a little ,chat.

What fun is there in being a distressed, philosophical cardboard man?Only being Wanda's paper figure can be so happy. Although she is not always bright and open in such a situation, Wanda also likes to stay with you when she is occasionally gloomy and quiet.

At that time, in order to make her happy, you pointed out to her the half-bitten apple that was stolen, and the text box above the head preached——

"I'm a girl who likes apples.

So, I walked, walked, to find a suitable land for apple seeds to sleep, and then buried the seeds in the wet hotbed.

Then, I waited, waited, waited until my favorite apple pulled the branch and fell down, and I picked it happily.

But sadly found that if he didn't pay attention, half of it had already been stolen by bugs. "

You hurriedly jumped to the next storyline, pretending to rub your eyes, and there were a few drops of tears floating beside me, and I cried——

"I lost half an apple.

I'm such a stupid girl. "

You pretend to cry intently, making a literal "woo-woo" sound, through your fingers, and see Wanda smiling at you.She smiled at you, just looking at you, her eyes, cheeks, and corners of her mouth were all slightly released, and she just focused on you.

Don't cry, look.

Wanda is like the fairy godmother in the story, comforting you gently, but the voice still has a little childishness that has not been deeply involved in the world.But she's so good, she didn't even use a fairy wand, didn't wave the shiny fairy dust, a new plump red apple fell into your hands.

It's not that adding pictures can change your paper world.The original story track, the unlucky girl whose apple was stolen, has changed. Wanda used the ability to modify the probability to change the ending of a trivial picture book.

But she was very happy, as if this was a very successful wish come true.

You circle around the floating tears, holding the apple and circling eagerly, you want to cry so much.So I went to meet the tears of those paintings, and held them in my swollen hands together with apples.

It's as if tears are soaking the apple, the apple becomes soft and lifelike, "bang bang" beating constantly, you just can't hold it, let it jump into your left chest cavity, hide it in your body, never again Half of it was stolen.

You and Wanda seem better than being in love.It's as if she gave birth to your heart.You lie on a flat page and seem to see more and feel more colour.Also capable, I like Wanda even more.

Although, your favorite may not know all the gray memories of her in Kosovia.Such as death, the cannonball that took away the parents without leaving behind, such as torture, the long-term human experiment of Hydra; such as loneliness, the few bullets embedded in the brother's body soaked in blood.

Because you are in the story, never grow up.Wanda grew up in Kosovia, very quickly.

She protects you, carries your book on her, and is well protected.You who were not burned, who were not splashed with dirty water, who were not wiped out in the battle of Ultron, happily, holding an apple.

Wanda still turns on you from time to time, although the little girl is always teased by a man who likes to wear iron sheets.

I like you.

She took a serious look at your happy and embarrassed look, finished writing with an erasable pen, and then erased it.

Then she won't let you see, the smooth writing is blocked by the dark red leather sleeves.But you heard it vaguely again, her tenderness flows from the point of the pen tip, she hopes you will be carefree and forever be, the one who can’t help but move the little finger, the one who can pretend to cry happily, a room with a thousand and one pages happy hero, happy you.

You were born, always have been.So, 18 years after you met Wanda, Wanda told you——she likes you.

Happy birthday.The red gas in her hand that could explode at any time condensed into clusters, clusters after clusters, and small magical fireworks bloomed in front of the erected books, harmless and beautiful.

Holding the apple, you want your heart to beat; holding your tears, you want to cry; you can't help but move your little finger, and move your little finger closer to the page, and finally you can't hold back, and make a wish.

Then, a strange feeling came out.Apples and tears blend, they are beating strongly, before you have time to react, you are caught off guard and filled your left chest cavity, with a plop, tears and heartbeat, and the really warm you break free from the paper.

Wanda saw it.

When she saw you, she was surprised for a moment, and her eyes became red.She was very happy, as if this was a very successful wish come true.Modified probability, you and Wanda both get [-]%.

You embrace like the first embrace after the eggshell is broken.Ah, no, it's the first time.You know that from now on, you are more capable, with a real beating heart, to like Wanda.

Because, you make a wish.You are going to give Wanda an apple that will never be stolen, and will never leave even half of it.Now you have done it, because this apple has become your heart, and it will never leave Wanda.

And when you make a wish.Your dear girl, who you like, used the most successful ability to modify the probability—let my little girl with an apple wish, whatever it is, come true.

Even picture books are not as sweet as reality.

An apple that will never be stolen is [-]% eternal happiness.

The author has something to say: ① I thought I loved Wanda so much, but I hadn’t written about her, so I wrote it. Oxie apologizes, it’s my fantasy Wanda.

②Wanda's ability to modify the probability can increase the probability of a thing's success, and even increase the probability to [-]%.

③Actually, she is the real paper person in the initial comics, turn it upside down, and you can make her happy.

④I think the probability of receiving comments is 1%, please give me a little happiness, I want 2%, is that okay?