Sasha Ross lived alone in Canada for 9 years, now she's back in Washington DC for 3 months until she can hit the road again.
Logan has been on the road for months, now it's been one year since he left X-Men until he decided to save someone's life f...
After show-casing Sasha in my lab inside Stark Industries, Dad called and offered to meet Sasha through me, which caught us both off guard. Suddenly, he offered to meet me since I'm known to be the 'peacemaker' between the two. It was unexpected. After all, my younger sister's relationship with our father, General Ross, had always been complicated and strained, especially concerning matters involving the Hulk.
I had been working tirelessly in my lab at Stark Industries, studying and experimenting with gamma radiation to help Bruce. And since Sasha wanted to help a bit after I showed her the 'secret request,' I had made significant progress. She was excited about the potential upgrades that had been put in place.
But now, it seemed that our father wanted to be a part of the family connection or at least give Sasha a chance. I hesitated for a moment, unsure of how to respond. Sasha looked at me with curiosity and concern; we both knew involving my father in our work could have consequences. The history between him and the Hulk was filled with conflict, but what they had in common was the protection of me and my younger sister.
But curiosity got the better of me, and I agreed to set up a meeting between them. Perhaps it was time for Sasha to face her past anger and find a way to reconcile the differences that had driven them apart for so long.
As I made the arrangements, doubts began to linger in the back of my mind, and I couldn't shake the feeling that this encounter could either lead to a breakthrough in understanding or reopen old wounds. Only time would tell what lay ahead for Sasha, my father, and me; I ended the call with a smile and immediately told her:
"Dad wants to see us tonight! Isn't it wonderful?"
To which she replies, "No."
"Sasha-"
"I heard it from a mile away with my hearing abilities, Betty." 'Darn it, I keep forgetting that she could do that.' I facepalm before I tried to convince Sasha to come with me and meet our father until I gave her a reason: "Then I'll ask my colleagues to go on blind dates with you."
This shot her off the chair and motioned me to explain that Sasha's stare ever since we were little, she can get pissed off with blind dates; in the end, she agreed as we headed to get dressed for the night.
(No pov): Time skip~ Dinner night...
"On how much is our dad 'willing' to see me, Betty?" Sasha asked suddenly, as she wore a few dark eyeshadows with no foundation nor lipstick, just lip balm. With long silver round earrings, Sasha came out wearing a tuxedo dress that Betty had picked out for her:
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"Stop asking that again, Sasha." Betty starts by putting on her pearl earrings while she sighs in defeat but continues saying: "Dad isn't like that. He's-" "What? Changed? Yeah, he didn't care about me..." Sasha grumbled under her breath as she began brushing her black hair; Betty paused for a moment, her expression filled with sympathy as she watched Sasha brush her black hair.
