Space Passage

The gym on the top floor had been renovated by the Men in Black for working out during their breaks.

They had connected four large apartments and built more than a dozen boxing rings.

At dawn or dusk,

the slanting sunlight streamed in through the floor-to-ceiling windows, washing over the rings like a rising tide.

At those times, even the shadows of the two people sparring in the ring carried a certain beauty.

Wanda was sitting at the edge of a boxing ring, gazing out the window.

The sunset lay across her face as she stared blankly into space, leaving a wine-red blush over her hair.

Suddenly, a shadow drifted over from beside her and covered her.

Wanda slowly turned her gaze toward it.

Leon stood beside her, one hand resting on the ring ropes. Not only did he block the sunlight, but he had also pressed the poor ropes down by more than ten centimeters.

"So this is how you practice magic? Squatting on the floor, emptying your head, and letting your superpowers spoil on their own like fermenting rice?" This jerk was teasing her again.

Wanda felt like she ought to have been a little angry, but she could not get angry at all.

"You need to digest after dinner before exercising." She even tried to defend herself.

"That's actually a pretty legitimate reason?"

Leon smiled and sat down. Sunlight fell across his side, turning into a hazy layer of gold.

Wanda watched him for a few seconds, then turned away and covered her warming nose, refusing to look any longer.

"Tony arranged private lessons for Pietro and me. They teach everything from elementary school to high school, and I'm doing really well in biology now." Wanda explained the source of her legitimate excuse.

"It's only been this