"Crystal!" I was him. "Go!" He was hit and tossed across the woods.
"You're the Stark that he dreamed of." It was him, the man i dream lately, smiled at me. I moved my fingers with fire.
"Step away!"
"You think you can fight me?" He laughed. "Your father thought the same. Sadly, I stabbed him."
"No!!" I yelled. I looked at Wanda. "Hurry!" I used my power against him and it wasn't working. He grabbed me by the neck and i was getting choke.
"Your dad sure does care about you." He squeezed my neck harder. "You've lost so much at a young age, come join me, my child. You'll be unstoppable."
"Over my dead body." I gasped out.
I woke up from my dream. The same man came into my dream every night. I can't stop. It needs to. I pulled my legs close to my chest and hugged my legs. I'm scared. I have been alone for the last couple of weeks due to stuff Steve and Sam were doing. It's been a total of 3 years apart from my dad, and 2 years away from Wakanda. While in the process, we found, well  Nat found us and teamed up with us. Wanda ran away, not telling us anything about where she was going. Later on, I was having a couple of drinks and watching a good tv show I found. You're probably wondering why I'm not with Nat, Steve, or Sam, it's because I had an accident and Steve didn't want me to get hurt like that again, so I had to stay behind. It was very emotional that day, we actually don't talk about it.
"I'm home." Steves voice boomed as he came in the small, studio apartment. Steve came behind me and kissed my neck.
"Hmmm." I hummed. "Welcome back." He walked around the couch and i took one last sip of my beer.
"Sorry, I should've called. I didn't know it would be this long."
"At least you're home. Safe and sound." I pointed my bottle at him.
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"And with you?" I chuckled. He leaned against me. I uncrossed my legs and put them around him.
"You know, that beard and hair turns me a little on?" I giggled.
"How many drinks did you have?"
"Why do you want to know?"
"So i don't want to hear you moan in the morning of how much your headache hurts." We both looked at each other like it was the first time. We both crashed our lips together. He picked me up from the couch and put me against the wall.
