Flowers and Plants

Black Widow smiled faintly and shook her head. "When I arrived in the City of God, the whole place was filthy and chaotic. There were even bodies hanging beneath the overpass."

"Only his flower shop felt like a peaceful haven in the entire city."

"He was like an ordinary gardener, fertilizing and watering his plants every day. Nothing going on around him could make him give it a second glance."

"If it hadn't been for me, perhaps... those flowers and plants would have been his whole world."

As she spoke, she stole a glance at Wanda, Helen, Daisy, and the others.

Wanda and the others couldn't help imagining it.

How peaceful did someone have to be inside to possess extraordinary abilities yet live like an ordinary person?

No one present could manage it, least of all Quicksilver.

He spent every day dreaming of becoming a superhero like the Apocalypse King. Asking him to water flowers and pull weeds would be the death of him.

Quicksilver asked, "What kind of flowers and plants did my idol look after?"

"He saved me, and I haven't even thanked him yet. If he likes them, I'll find some rare ones for him."

"Uh..."

Black Widow froze.

All this time, Apocalypse had been the one giving her gifts.

She had lost count of how many times the Recovery Potion alone had saved her life.

Yet she didn't even know which flowers and plants he liked best.

Even a fan cared more about his interests than she did.

Guilt pricked at her, and she sighed softly. "I don't know. I never asked, and he never said. Those plants... looked quite ordinary..."

Suddenly, a clear voice rang out. "What's everyone talking about?"

"Why all this talk about plants?"

Everyone brightened.

If the Apocalypse King had appeared now,