The Stark curse

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Tony Starks Famous party

"Wanda, slow down and be quiet; it's three in the morning; we can't wake everyone up," Cassidy pleaded in a hushed tone, her voice tinged with concern. She tried her best to calm Wanda's excitement, knowing that their late-night escapade could have unintended consequences. But Wanda's enthusiasm was palpable, bubbling over with the prospect of their first party and the opportunity to dress up. "I'm sorry, I am just so excited. We get to go to our first party and dress up. Now come open the door and let's start planning!" Wanda's words rushed out in a flurry, barely contained in her eagerness. However, as Cassidy's hand wrapped around the doorknob, a sudden realization washed over her, freezing her in her tracks. What lay beyond that door was something she hadn't anticipated. Her mind raced, desperately searching for a way to explain the unexpected situation that awaited them. How could she possibly clarify why Wanda's brother, Pietro, was sleeping in Cassidy's bed? The weight of the unspoken truth hung heavy in the air, making it difficult to find the right words. As Cassidy turned to face Wanda, her mouth slightly open, she felt a mix of anxiety and guilt consume her.

But before she could utter a single word, Wanda cut in, her voice laced with a knowing tone. "Did you forget that I can read minds? You would have failed to explain why my brother is in your bed. Wait, are you and my brother dating?" The panic in Cassidy's eyes deepened, and she stammered, desperately attempting to clarify the situation. "NO! I mean, I don't know if it's a little confusing; he hasn't really asked officially." Feeling the weight of the situation, Wanda gently placed her hand on Cassidy's shoulder, offering reassurance. She tilted her head slightly, a small smile playing on her lips, conveying her understanding. "Well, maybe we should give him a little wake-up call." Cassidy looked at her, puzzled, until her eyes darted to Wanda's hand, realizing the intention.

Without hesitation, Wanda swung the door open and headed straight toward her sleeping brother. "PIETRO! Wake up and tell me why you haven't properly asked her yet." Using her powers, she swiftly removed the sheets from the bed, startling Pietro awake. Grogginess washed over him, and he rubbed his eyes, bewildered by the sudden commotion caused by his sister. Confusion etched on his face, Pietro glanced between Wanda and Cassidy, until his gaze settled on Cassidy's embarrassed yet slightly guilty expression. Slowly, he approached Wanda, keeping his back turned to Cassidy, and whispered in her ear, his voice barely audible. "You know why, and she can't know because she's not supposed to."

A flicker of comprehension danced in Wanda's eyes as she pieced together what had happened. The weight of the unspoken secret hung heavily between them, casting a shadow over the moment. Though confusion still lingered, Wanda recognized the need to protect Cassidy, even at the cost of sharing her brother's secret. As the realization settled over them, a mixture of emotions swirled in the air-a delicate dance of curiosity, empathy, and a shared desire to safeguard the fragile connection between Cassidy and Pietro. It was a moment that bound them tighter, strengthening their resolve to navigate the complexities of their intertwined lives, even as the truth remained hidden in the shadows.

Flashback (2013)

"So, what are we doing in Sokovia? They're not going to test the scepter on me, are they?" Cassidy glanced up at the tall man, a hint of humor in her expression. The weight of the situation didn't seem to fully settle on her, but she couldn't shake a growing unease. "No, we're here to discard some bodies that didn't survive the scepter," he responded, his gaze turning cold and stern as he looked down at her. His words sent a chill down her spine, and a flicker of fear danced in her eyes. She couldn't help but glance around her surroundings, taking in the sight of numerous body bags lining the aisle. A wave of nausea washed over her, a sensation she couldn't quite explain. It puzzled her, as she had witnessed death and caused it herself before. But something about this scene, the rows of lifeless forms, stirred a disquiet within her. Determined to suppress her uneasiness, Cassidy forced her gaze straight ahead, fixing her eyes on a point in the distance.