The town was an awe-striking visual of lanterns, various banners and pretty lights dangling, shining brightly everywhere you looked and cascading the streets in a warm glow.

Celebrations for the Chinese New Year were underway, crowds of people congregating in pathways and restaurants to spend quality time with each other.

You and your group managed to find a good, comfortable place to sit down and watch people pass by as they admired the decor throughout the town. Natasha and Steve were quietly chatting and relaxing with drinks, while Lin was up on his feet to get an up-close look of each of the paintings put up on the walls of buildings and hung from small street lamps. Tony, being Tony, mingled with strangers, sipping on what was probably a cocktail.

Peter had disappeared off somewhere, telling you he was off to search for a good food stand for something to eat.

As you sat patiently for Peter to return, he did so by placing a box of what smelt like noodles on the table in front of you. He sat himself down beside you and rested his back against the edge of the table, giving you a nod and satisfied hum as he set his mask aside onto the empty seat beside him.

“This-“ He started, before realising he still had a mouthful of food, quickly chewing and swallowing before continuing.

“This stuff is good. You gotta try it.” He said, pointing to the box of food in his own hand with another nod.