It has been ten years since crow came to this world. In these ten years wanda has became a true beauty. A head full of flowing auburn hair. Her presence is like sunlight filtering through autumn leaves, bringing warmth and a spellbinding charm to all who encounter her. Yet, beneath this exquisite exterior lies a mysterious depth, a hint of something darker and more hideous. It is this dual nature that makes her not just beautiful, but endlessly fascinating—a true embodiment of beauty intertwined with enigma.
At the moment she was carrying two bags filled with groceries. Her brother right beside her.
"Why don't you carry the bags pietro"? Wanda complained. Looking at her brother who had both his hand in his pockets.
" Hey! , I carried the bags that day it's yours turn today"
"ok fine, you win", Wanda said while groaning.
In the hushed silence of a winter afternoon, the two walked slowly along a snow-covered road, their footsteps echoing softly against the white canvas that lay before them. The air was crisp, and the world was blanketed in a solemn stillness that seemed to resonate with the remnants of a war long over.
As they moved, the weight of unspoken memories hung heavy between them, a testament to shared losses and fragmented moments.
The snow crunched underfoot, each sound a soft reminder of the past they both navigated, intertwined yet so solitary in their thoughts. It was a landscape transformed by time and remembrance, where the beauty of the falling snow contrasted sharply with the ache of what once was. Together, they journeyed down the path, their shared silence speaking volumes of the hearts that had weathered storms, now seeking solace in the quiet of a world reborn amidst the ruins.
After a while, they reached their home. After entering wanda put the groceries down. Pietro sat down and turned on the TV.
"I'll cook something for us", wanda said and entered the kitchen. When she was crow he only knew how to make instant noodles and French fries. For pietro's sake she had to learn how to cook in absence of their parents.
" Billionaire, philanthropist and a superhero Ironman tony stark saves the day from terrorisists again"
Wanda's hand paused for a moment. After few moments of stillness she resumed cooking.
After finishing she served the food on the table one by one,dishes like Stuffed cabbage rolls,meat stew and pancakes.
"Pietro food's ready"
After hearing his sister call pietro turned the tv off and came to the kitchen. After seeing the food his eyes lit up.
"Wanda you're cooking is getting better and better"
Wanda smiled but didn't reply.
When pietro finished eating half of his food, Wanda interrupted him.
"Pietro lets go to USA"
Surprised, pietro asked, "why"?
"Whe need answers from certain someone for our parents deaths and you're a mutant now, so I don't have to worry about you"
"Ok you're the boss, whatever you say I obey"
"Pack your things tonight, whe are leaving tomorrow", Wanda said. Over the years she has eaten thousands of other worldly creatures. Her strength has grown to a terrifying degree, now she can eat infinity stones like candy. She also awakened her brother's mutant genes, she also upgraded his durability so he won't end up dying from a bullet.
Nighttime, wanda was packing her clothes and makeup kit and other essentials. Finally after packing she glanced towards the table, on it layed a book with grotesque cover, a screaming face skin. As she started writing from her memories she started to see familiar names that somehow crow missed. After she finished writing she was all but sure of the book's identity.
"Necronomicon"