𝐂𝐫𝐲𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐥 𝐒𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝐈𝐬 𝐇𝐞𝐫 𝐍𝐚𝐦𝐞 • 𝐒𝐭𝐞𝐯𝐞 𝐑𝐨𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐬

Sleepover

Three months later

"Chinese ring daggers." Clint told me. "You've gotten better with sniping and fighting. Now-"

"Ring daggers will be my best friend for all eternity." I said.

"Yes." I picked up two daggers and move them around my fingers. This weapon is made for me. I started to use them. It's like fighting with your fist but with daggers. "You want to start a band or you want to fight?"  After a whole morning of training, I finally get to go to my room. "You did great Red, see you tomorrow."

"Thanks Clint. See you tomorrow." I grabbed my bag and left. As walked and turned the corner, Wanda popped out.

"Hey Wanda!"

"Hello Crystal. How has it been?"

"It has been okay. Hey, I was wondering if we have a sleepover? You know, we can catch up, talk about stuff."

"Of course! You know what I'm thinking?" She told me.

"You have the ability to read minds, I don't. So please tell me." I said to her back.

"We can do whatever sleepovers do! Paint nails, do our hair, talk about boys."

"Yes, Wanda we can do that."

"Can I tell you something?"

"Sure."

" I never had a sleepover." I stopped walking and looked at her. I knew that she was not lying.

"You never had a sleepover?"

"Never."

"Okay, Wanda, you are going to have the best sleepover experience ever," I told her. "But I have to do some things."

"What things?"

"Hill gave me three boxes that are connected and about my mom and my aunt. So, I'm trying to connect things." We began to walk.

"Fine. I'll help." She complained but then laughed. "Crystal, thank you." We walked to where the boxes were and went into my room which was near Wanda's room. "What should we do first?" She looked around my room. Wanda's jaw dropped when she saw my room. "Wow." She whispered. She went to look at my pictures on my desk and pulled out a photo. "Who's this?"

"That's my cousin Elizabeth. She was like a sister to me and then my aunt Kylie and she moved away and she went to this school. Never heard of her again. And that's my mom."

"You look so different! Your mom looks like you! But you look more like your father."

"I'll tell you my story later, now, the boring stuff first." We put the boxes on my bed and started to get stacks of files.

"Your mom was an agent for Shield?"

"Yeah she was." After 4 hours of putting things together, I brought a board and started to pin the files up. "This doesn't make sense."

"What doesn't?"

"See this picture?" I showed her the picture.