When I regained consciousness, I only felt soreness all over my body, which must have been contusions.
Around me were white ceilings, white bed sheets, and a splash of yellow at the corner of my eye.
I sat up.
I found that it was a person lying prone by my hospital bed, and from their attire, it wasn't a nurse.
She was sound asleep, a cascade of brown-blonde hair covering her face, but from his experience, just from the scent of her hair, her physique, and her clothing, he could tell this was a beautiful woman.
After a few seconds of daze, Victor clutched his hospital gown and recalled his previous experiences.
"Was it just a dream?"
It was simple to verify: "Alice? Are you still there?"
"Chen, I'm here," Alice's voice came from his right ear. "Six hours ago, you collided with Ms. Wanda's luggage cart and suffered a severe impact to the back of your neck, causing you to lose consciousness, with a slight concussion. You are currently in the Los Angeles Airport Hospital."
Victor nodded with a hint of regret, thinking it was just a nightmare.
To this day, he was still unwilling to accept the fact that he had transmigrated.
Wait!
Victor raised an eyebrow, looked at the person lying by the bed, and asked in a low voice, "You said her name is Wanda? Wanda Maximoff? From Sokovia, Eastern Europe?"
Alice confirmed, "The information shows that Ms. Wanda and her brother, Pietro, lost their parents when they were 13. They just turned 18 last month and entered the country under the guise of tourism."
Turned 18?
That age didn't quite match. Whether in the comics, animations, or movie world, Wanda should only be around 13 years old right now.
Could he have mistaken her?
While he was wondering, a man with silver-white hair pushed open the ward door and met Victor's gaze, who had looked over at the sound.
There was no mistake; this was definitely Pietro Maximoff, the future Quicksilver.
As for the age issue...
He could only say that this was a real world, and it couldn't be perfectly aligned with the movies and comics he knew.
"You're awake," Pietro said apologetically. "I'm very sorry, my sister is a bit reckless. I apologize to you on her behalf."
As he spoke, Pietro walked to Wanda's side and shook her shoulder.
Wanda didn't get up but said in a petulant tone, "Stop it, let me sleep a little longer. I couldn't sleep well in economy class."
Pietro gave Victor an embarrassed smile and then gently poked Wanda in the waist.
Wanda, who had been unwilling to get up, suddenly sprang up, her half-smiling, half-angry brown-green eyes meeting Victor's, who was sitting upright on the hospital bed.
At that moment...
Wanda realized her situation.
Victor, on the other hand, controlled his gaze from dropping.
He confirmed the look in her eyes: she was a very fierce woman—it was early summer, and Wanda, dressed lightly, presented a breathtaking view of her chest.
Especially when she made big movements, the bouncy motion was very eye-catching.
Wanda didn't realize the charm she was unintentionally exuding and hastily stood up, apologizing to Victor, "I'm so sorry for the trouble I caused you!"
Faced with Wanda's sincere apology, Victor silently turned his head away.
Girl, apologize if you're going to apologize, but bowing and all that, don't you have a sense of your own weight?
Even if it's for welfare or to beg for forgiveness...
Your brother is standing right there; it makes it awkward for me to look or not look.
"I still don't quite understand the whole story. Could you explain it?" Victor asked in a calm tone.
Pietro heard this, took over, and began to explain. His account was basically consistent with what Alice had said, without any concealment.
Through Victor's turning away, Wanda also noticed her wardrobe malfunction, and her face instantly turned red as she discreetly adjusted her clothing.
"I see," Victor nodded at Wanda. "I don't feel any major physical problems, and there's no good cure for a mild concussion. I'll go back and rest myself."
Seeing Wanda's apologetic expression, Victor added, "I was standing at the airport entrance in a daze, so I'm also half responsible for this. You didn't just leave me either, so how about we call it even?"
Wanda couldn't decide and cast an inquiring look at Pietro.
Pietro, as the older brother, appeared more mature. He realized they had met a good person, nodded to his sister, and then didn't forget to give Victor a grateful smile.
From Victor's attire, it was not difficult to see that he had an extraordinary background. As newcomers, if Victor insisted on imposing some harsh demands on them, they would truly be finished.
Not to mention going to complete... With her brother's permission, Wanda smiled sweetly and bowed to Victor in thanks.
The fleeting glimpse of the human weapon was once again revealed, but Victor didn't show much surprise, silently turning his head away.
Wanda, who had straightened up, saw this and blushed deeply again.
This child's memory isn't great. Sure enough, breasts and brains are generally inversely proportional.
Pietro, however, looked normal and approved of Victor's two instances of looking away. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a Huawei Mate 20 RS, handing it over.
"This is your phone. I'm sorry, you were unconscious earlier, and I wanted to notify your family, but no one answered," Pietro explained.
Victor nodded, a little surprised.
He didn't have a habit of saving contacts; good friends usually memorized phone numbers. And in the call history, he had called most of them before, with obvious results.
"None of them went through, right?" Victor asked.
"Ah, yes, none of them connected... I thought it was a problem with your phone, but when I called my own phone, it worked," Pietro replied.
Victor nodded, without much explanation.
Pietro naturally didn't press further, said something, and then turned to leave to call a doctor for a re-examination.
Wanda and Victor were left in the ward, speechless.
Wanda was still blushing and too embarrassed to speak first after her two previous wardrobe malfunctions.
Victor, on the other hand, was listening to Alice's report.
After he fainted, Alice discovered Pietro had taken his phone. To avoid appearing too unusual, Alice proactively registered his phone number under his real name.
As for the phone's call history, a few numbers could be called, such as his father's original number, now Tony's number.
But the signals had all been modified by Alice; they could dial through, but in reality, no one would receive that call.
Naturally, it couldn't be answered.
Okay, this AI is very smart.
Alice finished her report, and Pietro also returned to the ward with a male doctor.
The male doctor performed a simple examination on Victor and stated that he was fine now, only needing a period of rest. If he was worried, he could also have another instrument examination.
When the instrument examination was mentioned, Victor noticed Pietro's face tighten, his lips pressed together without speaking.
Combined with Wanda's earlier comment, "I couldn't sleep well in economy class."
These siblings probably didn't have much money—in the United States, if you see a doctor for illnesses outside of social security without an appointment, it can be terrifyingly expensive.
However...
Having little money but still traveling internationally, and to Los Angeles where Tony was located, the motive behind this was quite intriguing.
With certain possibilities in mind, Victor rejected the suggestion for an examination and directly proceeded with discharge procedures.
Pietro heard this and secretly let out a sigh of relief, but Victor, who had been observing him, didn't miss it.
It could be basically confirmed.
The target of these siblings coming to Los Angeles was likely a certain sharp-tongued individual.