The plane finally touched down after nine hours in the sky. I leaned back in my seat as the wheels screeched against the runway. New York. At last.
Everyone around me was already gathering their stuff, eager to get out. I wasn't in a rush. Let them fight over the overhead bins like wild animals. I just sat there, waiting until the aisle cleared before standing up.
When I walked out of the plane, the first thing that hit me was the air. Heavy, noisy, full of movement. Even inside the airport, you could feel the difference. People everywhere, announcements echoing nonstop, luggage wheels clattering across the floor.
Welcome to New York City.
I picked up my bag and slipped on my sunglasses. Outside the glass windows, yellow taxis zoomed by like they owned the road. Horns, shouts, sirens—it was like the whole city was screaming at once.
I couldn't help but smile a little. This was the Marvel world's New York. Heroes, villains, conspiracies—everything started here.
I grabbed my luggage, walked out into the chaos, and thought to myself:
"Alright… time to see what kind of mess I can make here."
I stepped out of the airport, letting the chaos hit me full-force. Yellow taxis swerved past, people hustled in every direction, and the smell of exhaust mixed with pretzel stands. Classic New York.
I raised my hand, flagging down the first cab I saw. The driver gave me a quick glance, grunted, and opened the door.
"Where to?" he asked, eyeing my luggage.
"Grand Marquis Hotel, downtown. And… take the scenic route if you want a tip," I said, sliding into the backseat.
He snorted. "Scenic, huh? First time in New York?"
"Yeah," I replied, grinning.
The cab lurched forward, honking and weaving. I leaned back, arms crossed, taking mental notes of the streets, the skyscrapers, the people with umbrellas juggling coffee cups. New York was alive, messy, and unpredictable. I shivered
My inner otaku was screaming at the chaos
After twenty minutes of dodging honking horns and getting minor whiplash, we arrived at the Grand Marquis. I handed the driver a generous tip. He grunted again, clearly satisfied, and drove off.
The hotel lobby was massive, marble floors gleaming under chandeliers. A receptionist in a crisp uniform looked up as I approached.
"Welcome to the Grand Marquis. How can I help you today?" she asked, her pen poised over the check-in form.
"I'll be staying for a month. Luxury suite, please. Preferably a room with a view of the city," I said casually, letting my aura of calm confidence do the work.
She smiled politely, typing rapidly. "Certainly, sir. I just need your ID and credit card."
I handed them over. "Here you go. Oh, and can you make sure you have tea sent? I have… special tastes."
She raised an eyebrow but nodded. "Of course, sir. Your suite is ready."
A bellhop appeared, took my luggage, and led me down a private corridor lined with artwork and soft lighting. When the doors to the suite opened, I stepped inside and paused.
Floor-to-ceiling windows showcased a breathtaking cityscape. Plush furniture, a fully stocked kitchen, a massive bed, and even a lounge area. Everything screamed comfort and style.
I dropped my bag on the floor and stretched. This was perfect. A month in New York, full access to the city… and somewhere I could plan my next moves without worrying about interruptions.
I walked over to the window, watching taxis dart below like ants.
"Alright, New York," I muttered, "let's see what kind of chaos we can stir up."
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