This answer left the reporter stunned, and also caused heated discussions among the readers who later read this report.
Some said she was arrogant, some said she was authentic, and some said she just hadn't realized the commercial value of this sport.
But Mavuika really just thought it was fun.
Seeing Mavuika's love for motorcycles, Tony had once suggested she try cars, or even F1.
"Four-wheeled racing is also very exciting and fun," he said, pointing to an F1 race being broadcast on TV.
"The speed is faster, the technology content is higher, and... it's not as easy to crash."
Mavuika thought about it and decided to give it a try.
Tony arranged a test drive for her on a closed track, driving a modified Ford race car.
She drove five laps.
"How was it?" Tony asked, waiting in the pit area, full of anticipation.
He thought Mavuika would fall in love with the feeling of flying close to the ground, fall in love with the roar of the V8 engine, and fall in love with the fun of fighting the track with a precisely tuned chassis.
Mavuika took off her helmet, thought for a few seconds, and then shook her head.
"It's not bad," she said, "but... I prefer motorcycles."
"Why?" Tony was puzzled, "This car's top speed can reach 300 km/h, the cornering G-force can reach 2.5, the braking performance..."
"It's not a question of performance," Mavuika interrupted him, walking to the race car and gently brushing her fingers over the smooth bodywork.
"It's the feeling."
She turned her head and looked at Tony: "Sitting in a car, I am wrapped up, protected; I control the vehicle through the steering wheel and pedals, and observe the outside World through the windows, but when riding a motorcycle..."
She made a gesture of spreading her arms: "I am exposed to the wind; I can directly feel the speed, feel every shift in the center of gravity, feel every contact between the tires and the ground; the wind rushes past me, the World flies backward on both sides of me... that feeling, a car cannot give."
Tony was silent for a while, then nodded: "I understand."
He could understand; just like some people like to drive convertibles, some like to drive hardtop sports cars, and some like to ride motorcycles.
From then on, Tony never suggested Mavuika try car racing again.
He focused on helping her improve the motorcycle, designing more durable parts, and developing more advanced electronic assistance systems, trying to make the bike able to keep up with Mavuika's almost crazy way of riding.
As for Howard's side, the search for the Skrulls still yielded nothing.
Time passed day by day, the calendar turned page after page, but the investigation had no progress.
The Skrull prisoner kept at home still refused to speak, the inside of S.H.I.E.L.D. remained eerily calm, and the Tesseract data remained flawless and impeccable.
Howard had even become somewhat used to it.
Howard couldn't help but start to suspect, perhaps the Skrulls had really already withdrawn from Earth? Or was their target not the Tesseract at all?
He didn't know the answer; he could only continue to wait, continue to observe, and continue to maintain a facade of normal life.
Mavuika was very satisfied with her current life.
She would walk in the garden, go for a ride on her motorcycle to explore new roads and discover new scenery.
She would go to the library to read, or visit a museum, or perhaps just find a quiet cafe and watch the people coming and going outside the window.
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