"What?" Tony says half-jokingly: "Finally realized your riding is too aggressive and have nothing to say?"
Marvica Odinson ignores him.
The next second, she stands up abruptly, the magazine slides off her lap and hits the floor with a soft "pop".
Her movements are so fast and sudden that Tony doesn't react in time.
"Tony." Marvica Odinson's voice has changed; it is no longer the relaxed, casual tone, but a calm, serious, and urgent tone.
"There's an emergency, I need to leave for a while."
Tony instinctively says: "Your bike isn't ready yet; why don't you just find one from my garage? That Ducati should..."
He doesn't finish his sentence because Marvica Odinson has already reached the window.
The workshop's window is a floor-to-ceiling glass panel, with Manhattan's brilliant night view and a hundred-meter drop outside.
"That would be too late," Marvica Odinson says without looking back: "It's fine, I'll go by myself."
While speaking, she has already unlatched the window.
Some biting cold wind rushes in immediately, carrying the city's noise and the smell of car exhaust.
Tony finally realizes what Marvica Odinson is about to do; he stands up and reaches out to stop her: "Wait, what are you doing? This is the eighty-seventh floor!"
But he quickly freezes in place, staring wide-eyed.
He sees flames ignite on Marvica Odinson.
Golden-red flames rise from the surface of her skin, first as tiny sparks, then rapidly spreading, instantly enveloping her whole body.
The flames are warm but not scorching, the light bright but not dazzling, appearing like a small Sun in the dim workshop.
Her golden-red long hair dances in the flames, those strands themselves seeming to turn into a part of the fire.
Then, she takes a step forward and steps directly into the air.
Tony's mouth is wide open, the wrench in his hand falls to the floor with a "clang", bouncing a few times on the metal floor before rolling into a corner.
But he doesn't notice it at all; all his attention is drawn to the scene before him.
Marvica Odinson transforms into a fireball.
The fireball rushes out of the eighty-seventh-floor window, piercing the night sky of New York, leaving a golden-red trail of light.
Its speed is extremely fast; almost in the blink of an eye, it has become a small dot in the distant sky, then disappears into the night.
The workshop falls back into silence, with only the window still open, the night wind blowing the curtains, and Tony's own rapid breathing.
He stands there, motionless, as if he has turned into a statue.
She... she flew away?
Hell...
Although they have been together for so long, Tony has discovered that Marvica Odinson is no ordinary person.
Her incredible riding skills, her tireless energy, her disregard for danger, and the unusual respect his father has for her...
All of these suggest she is extraordinary. But Tony never expected that this woman could actually fly?
And, were those flames that ignited on her just now? Real, active flames that wrapped around her whole body without causing any damage?
Tony slowly walks to the window and leans out.
Below are the streets of New York, cars as tiny as toys, pedestrians moving like ants.
In the distance, the golden-red trail of light has completely dissipated, the night sky has returned to calm, and only the stars are twinkling.
He grips the window frame, his fingers turning white from the force.
The cold wind blows on his face, allowing him to gradually recover from the shock.
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