I followed those eyes through the city all night long. It suddenly was my only reason for living. You might think "Carol, you don´t even know him" or "He only stood for you in a bar, he could be a pervert". But there is something under that raincoat, I can feel it. I haven´t had this need for moving since I was an Avenger. You cannot understand me. I was free again, it was like having my powers back.

We walked through Manhattan and the lights of the city were above us. I looked at Remy more than he looked at me. Still wondering about the mysteries that he hid, who was he? Why did he save me? He always carried a smile in his face, and with his eyes made it too much of a bait for me. I really needed to talk to him.

"Remy, where are we exactly hiding?" I asked him nervously.

"I´m staying at a loft near here. It´s quite nice with French furniture" He answered calmly without looking at me.

I was confused by the answer. How could a mutant like him afford a loft? Was he a criminal or his parents were rich?

"What do you work on? If the question doesn´t bother you of course" I wasn´t sure if I should have asked this.

Remy looked at me, still with a smile in his face. He made a small laugh and answered.

"I´m a businessman, I know it´s hard to believe because of the special abilities. But I´m in the betting business" He sounded quite sarcastic in the answer, but I didn´t had any reason for not believing him.

"So that´s why you carry those cards everywhere"

"Exactly, they are my business cards" He was containing a laugh "But let´s stop asking questions, enjoy the beauty of New York".

He was right, this was not the time to find out who we were. It was a really beautiful night, and we were to adult men. So I decided to blindly follow him and let his magical powers guide me. Now that mine are gone for good. I have fought for justice many years. But it was finally time to decide what I really want to do. How I want to live my life.

Remy took me into an old building, it was past Hell´s Kitchen. I didn´t saw Matt, he was probably busy and I don`t know why I´m mentioning him. Anyway the building was tearing itself apart. It reminded of me, I wanted to see how it was inside.

"Welcome to Argent, mon maison c´est ton maison" He talked to me with this Cajun accent he had, I could only understand French words. He called this building "Silver", maybe it had a deeper meaning. I don´t know.

We entered the building, and I could see that it was completely different on the inside from the outside. It was clean and you could see expensive furniture all over it. There were portraits of people dressed in costumes from the 17th century. They actually look French just like Remy told me. It was all really weird, this was not a place for hiding. Although no one expects something like this in Hell´s Kitchen. More questions were coming through my mind. Who was this man? Why were we coming to this house?

"Where are we Remy? I asked him nervously.

"We are going to visit some places. Do you know how to play poker?" Remy still had that smile in his face, but now it was creepy. I was nervous, maybe not having my powers was not a good idea. "Don´t be afraid, you are still with me" He said that to me right after the poker thing, which was weird.

I was still afraid, I didn´t knew what to think. So I kept moving along in the expensive building. Remy lead the way. Now he started talking more than what he had done in the entire day. "Remember to do everything I tell you to do" He told me, and I didn´t liked it.

I was a superhero and more importantly I was a woman. Nobody told me what to do, so before we moved I made sure that he knew it. I might be weak in that moment, but I still have a pride. "Remy, listen a moment. I might need you this night, but I still was an Avenger. I can defend myself" … I know it was a weak argument, I could have done better in other days. But as I said, I felt tired in those days.

We walked through some stairs, they were expensive too. You could see the gold covering all over them. And portraits again, lots of portraits all over the building. This people must be in need of memories. Another similitude to me, which is a thing that kept me moving with Remy. He was relaxed, with his cards and the purple colour that started shining over them. But how couldn´t I follow the red eyes and the Cajun accent that talked to me.

"If these people mention something about New Orleans… Just tell them that you don´t know anything. You would make me a great favour" His voice tone turned serious this time. I then realized that his accent was from that city, New Orleans. Quite a beautiful city, I once had a conference with the NASA in there. It´s amazing the fusion of cultures that is produced in that city. That´s why I can´t stop following Remy, because part of that culture is inside of him.

"So you are from New Orleans, a really beautiful city. I was once there and the food is too magnificent. I need to go back one day" Again, I shouldn´t have said that. But I´m running out of themes.

Remy was quiet when I said this, he just walked through the building. It was quite a big building to be so old in the outside.

"Sure, one day" He said this with a really low voice. You could not even hear him saying it. It´s like he regretted it. Like a dark thought.

We were getting closer to the last floor, and Remy started stretching. The sarcastic smile came back to his face. When we get to the floor he looked back at me.

"Listen, I know you can defend yourself. But just stay calmed, I don´t want the bar situation to be repeated" He was quite serious this time, his red eyes looked at me.

"Don´t worry, as I said, I was an Avenger" I smiled back at him.

He looked directly at me, and then he put his hand onto his raincoat pocket. He then took a card and gave it to me. It was a red Ace of Spades.

"This is one of my lucky cards. You are going to need it tonight" I picked the card and put it in my pocket.

"I don´t know what to say, Remy." Why was he giving me a card? It was all really strange. I didn´t understand it, but again I wanted to follow him.

The last floor was again covered with portraits (Seriously?) and really expensive furniture. We headed to one of the doors, although I just followed Remy. He made all the talked from then on.

"Let´s do this Carol" He told me that and then knocked on the door.

To be continued…