Since then, going out for a ride once a day was already considered her showing restraint.
More often than not, Mavuika would set out after breakfast and not return until evening.
Sometimes on a whim, she'd even spend the whole day roaming around, not even coming back for lunch.
Howard and Maria had grown accustomed to this; the sun goddess clearly possessed energy and curiosity far beyond ordinary people.
In just two weeks, she had already ridden on most of the main roads in upstate New York and had even begun exploring more distant states.
"She said today she wanted to see the Grand Canyon," Maria said to Howard one evening at dinner with a smile.
"That's over two thousand miles one way."
Howard nearly choked on his soup: "She's not actually planning to ride her motorcycle there, is she?"
"She said if the road conditions are good, she could get there in three days," Maria's tone held both amazement and a trace of worry.
It wasn't worry for Mavuika's safety, but worry about whether that motorcycle could withstand such a long journey.
While Mavuika spent her days happily and fulfillingly, Tony was the same, though of course, he was only fulfilling—whether he was happy or not was another matter...
That day was the second day after Mavuika got the motorcycle.
Tony was in his private workshop at the Stark Industries Manhattan headquarters, debugging a newly designed circuit board.
The workshop was cluttered with various instruments, parts, and half-finished projects; the air carried the mixed scent of soldered metal and machine oil.
Suddenly, his personal assistant Pepper Potts—a blonde, efficient woman who always managed to clean up the various messes Tony left behind—contacted him via the internal comms system.
"Mr. Stark, there's a lady here to see you downstairs," Pepper's voice held a hint of subtle uncertainty.
"She says... you promised to help her fix her vehicle."
Tony put down the multimeter in his hand and frowned: "Fix a vehicle? What vehicle? I haven't promised anyone recently..."
His words cut off abruptly.
An image flashed through his mind: the afternoon sun in front of the Villa, a red motorcycle, a woman with gold-and-red hair, and him patting his chest saying, 'If you ever have any problems with your bike, just come find me, I promise I'll fix it for you.'
"Damn it..." Tony muttered a curse under his breath: "No way?"
Ten minutes later, Tony met Mavuika in the underground parking garage of the Stark Industries building.
She wore simple jeans and a leather jacket, her gold-and-red hair tied back in a neat ponytail, a smile on her face that said 'I'm here to collect on that promise.'
Beside her, the fiery red motorcycle stood quietly, but upon closer look, the rear wheel was clearly not right.
"Tony!" Mavuika greeted him, her tone as casual as if they'd run into each other at a café: "Good to see you again."
Tony walked over to the motorcycle and crouched down to inspect the rear wheel.
After just one glance, his expression became quite a sight.
There were three obvious gashes on the tire's sidewall, so deep you could almost see the inner cord layer.
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