In the city that never sleeps everyone was walking like nothing happened. They live their lives with a smile on their faces and families to keep them warm. I used to have that before, but now the only thing I have is a drink in my hand and a head full of memories that only create anger inside. And sometimes that makes me cry. Maybe is the drink. I don´t really know and I don´t want to know. Nothing is believable anymore.

"Serve me another one" I shouted to the barman. He looked at me with an angry face. He knew this wasn´t the best solution for my problems. But in the world that we live where Tony Stark is an idol, who was going to reject some easy money?

By the way my name is Carol Danvers if you haven´t figured it out yet, and I used to be called Ms Marvel. But recently some weird stuff happened with aliens and a mutant named Rogue who stole my memories… but that wasn´t the worst part. The people that I thought I could trust made a mistake, The Earth Mightiest Heroes. Now I´m laughing at them while my mouth is getting dry. I used to be an Avenger and I still loved my friends. But my head was shaking off and I didn´t know who to trust.

Recently I came into contact with lots of mutants, those beings who we are supposed to fear according to the news. They helped me survived after my cataclysm and now I´m spending time with them. But the more I´m with them, the more I question who I am and where do I come from. That´s why I was there drinking and begging for more while everyone kept living their normal lives.

"Please, can you serve me another one" I shouted really loudly to the barman. He came at me with his hands in the bar and spoke right into my face.

"Look, I´m not going to give you any more booze. I have a daughter who used to admire you, and now what are you doing? You are making a fool of yourself, stop drinking and save the world" The barman said it to me right in the eyes while I drank the rest of the whiskey in my cup.

"You want me to save the world? Well, there´s a small issue with that…" I stood up so I could feel more powerful for a second, even with a barman.

"I don´t have powers anymore and everyone I loved betrayed me. You want me to save the world, then give me a damn reason for doing it. And don´t come to me with alcohol tales. I´ve had enough of those in the Avengers Mansion".

I took the cup of whisky and I threw it next to the barman. The sound of it was so loudly that everyone in the bar looked at me.

Now I was making a fool of myself.

"Please get out the bar, I don´t want to get in any trouble with people like you" The barman was scared of me. His bravery only lasted for 5 seconds.

I could sense the fear in his eyes, after spending so much time recently with mutants I can feel when people are afraid. He was looking at me like no one had ever done. But I´m a hero, what the heck am I doing?

"I… I´m so sorry, I don´t know what to say". Then from the middle of a group a gentleman stood up just like me. He was tall and I think he was wearing a raincoat. With my actual state I could not even distinguish Clint from Steve. This man took some of the cards from the poker table and pointed at the barman. The expression in his face was like a smile from someone you don´t want to mess with.

He talked to the barman with a Cajun accent, but that wasn't surprising in New York City.

"Excuse me Monsieur, do you have any problem with the non-human people?" The gentlemen asked to the barman.

"Well, I´m tired of seeing my city destroyed every two weeks if that´s what you are asking. And why the heck are you even entering this conversation" The barman was focusing the fear he had on that gentleman.

The gentleman laughed at the response of the barman and started playing with the poker cards. Suddenly he threw one of the cards to the barman. The card took a purple colour and before we could see it, it had reached the other side of the bar.

Everyone in the bar started screaming and I remember hearing the word mutant a couple of times. The gentleman stayed in the same place laughing and the barman was too scared even to move. I couldn´t move my sight from that man in the raincoat, who was him?

The gentleman then came closer to me and when I winked he was already next to me in the bar. With the poker cards in his hand and a glass of whisky in the other one. The bar was completely empty and I was sure that the police would show up sooner or later. But until then there was time to solve this mystery.

It sure had been a mess, it reminded of when Bruce transforms into the Hulk. They fear him but they don´t even try to understand who he really is. A really nice person under the cover. But who was him under the raincoat?

I really wanted to find out about him, the only friend I had those days been Jessica and I don´t want to get really close to the Avengers in some time.

The gentleman drank from his glass of whisky and then looked at me saying "You

really can call me Remy".

I didn´t knew what to answer so I just said "I guess you can call me Carol".

"We should really get out of here before the cops arrive. You don´t want to ruin your reputation and I don´t want to get caught yet".

He looked at me with a smile that can lead you to do many things. And as I said, in my actual state I just needed someone like him to come close and talk. Even if it was about running from the police.

"Do you have somewhere to stay?" I asked Remy.

"The doubt offends, the street is my home and I´m sure I can find a place" He was sure of this answer.

You could really see a difference of voice tone between him and me. He had lot of life inside of him and even if he knew that the world hated him he continued doing what he loved.

"You know, I´ve been working a lot with mutants recently and I can take you with them if you want. That wouldn´t be a problem".

Remy laughed at me when I said that "Sorry, I´m not interested in that, but I can go with you if you really want as you said" He looked at me with his red eyes that went right into my heart and mind.

"Sure, it´s a good idea to hide with me until the police forgets about use. I know a couple of places, secret places".

I don´t really know why I said that, I drank too much and his red eyes calmed my broken soul. So don´t judge me for my actions.

"Let´s go, Carol" He finished his drink and stood up in next to me.

The police sirens started getting closer us. So, I had few options and the way he talked conquered me. We headed into the city that never sleeps and walked through the night trying to find myself and have a good time. Those reasons were not the best ones to have while fading in the middle of the night, but after the recent events, why would I care about anything?

We walked through the night and he didn´t stop smiling at me even for a second. I don´t know anything about his past and I don´t want to find out at least until the alcohol effect wipes out. I wanted to have a great night and just think that these red eyes are going to bring me some hope. That´s the only thing I needed.

To be continued...