Wanda stood in an alley at the corner of the street. With both hands, she easily lifted two Giant Rats in a red mist of light and slammed them hard against the wall, while secretly peeking toward the tall figure outside the Peace Hotel in the distance.
Wanda knew that was Principal Alvin. She would be attending his school from now on, and everyone here admired him—even worshipped him...
Pietro held a pair of knives and darted past the two dazed Giant Rats like a phantom. Then he let out a cheerful whoop and dashed out of the alley to help Old Kent and the others.
Wanda looked helplessly at her carefree brother. He didn't seem to understand what was happening at the Peace Hotel.
Everyone who knew them thought Wanda and Pietro had become orphans because of the war.
But few knew how deeply the Stark Industries logo on the bomb in the ruins had imprinted itself on their young hearts.
Maybe even Jason Bourne himself didn't know that without him, the two children might have become Baron Strucker's blades. Their hatred would have been easy to exploit.
Jason Bourne and Alvin had a lot in common. He had found warmth in the two children, and then given warmth in return.
The bond between the three of them, through thick and thin, had made them less cold and extreme.
But that alone wasn't enough to make Wanda let go of her hatred for Stark. She was waiting, waiting for Stark to make his own choice.
Alvin hadn't kept what happened a secret. Anyone who wanted to know could always find out.
Wanda had learned from Old Kent what Stark was doing now...
She wanted to see what Stark would choose when faced with the man who had killed his