Chapter 3 : Vision in the Lab
Westview Town is a small but well-equipped place, complete with a playground and a food street that stretches to the town's edge.
At noon, a few shops were open, with sparse guests sitting at scattered tables.
"Mexican food. The owner grew up in Mexico and learned authentic cooking," Finn remarked, settling into his usual seat.
The warm autumn sun filtered through the window, casting a golden glow across his face as he glanced at Wanda, who was quietly eating in front of him.
"I haven't had Mexican food before, but it tastes pretty good," Wanda said, using a fork to eat the food in her plate.
The faint gleam of oil on her lips mirrored the melancholy that lingered in her bewitching eyes, just as it did in the movies.
"Wanda, did you move here for work?" Finn asked directly, sensing the chance for a deeper conversation.
"I... I don't have any plans at the moment. I just want to settle down here," Wanda replied, slightly startled before changing the subject.
"You don't know me?"
"You're an Avenger. I think there are very few people who don't know you," Finn replied honestly.
"I'm not famous, and not all Avengers are popular," Wanda said with a shake of her head.