New York, Manhattan.
Inside the apartment, the setting sun shone through the windows.
Pietro sat at one end of the couch, a can of Coke in his hand and his brow deeply furrowed.
His gaze passed over the coffee table as he quietly watched his younger sister, Wanda, sitting at the other end.
Wanda was holding a tablet, watching videos of Luca's past press conferences.
She gazed at Luca's charming smile on the screen, the corners of her mouth rising involuntarily and a faint blush spreading across her cheeks.
Every so often, her finger slid across the screen, dragging the progress bar back so she could watch Luca speaking over and over again.
At the sight, the Coke in Pietro's hand didn't even taste sweet anymore.
It's over. It's all over.
Wanda had completely fallen for him.
The way she looked at Luca now was just like those female fans screaming beneath the stage at a concert.
What kind of love potion did that damn Stark give her?
Just because he's handsome, strong, and rich?
Pietro was deeply annoyed, but he also felt somewhat helpless.
He knew he couldn't control his sister's love life, and Luca Stark really was a monster. Pietro couldn't beat him at all.
Setting down his Coke, Pietro leaned back on the couch and let out a long sigh.
Even Wanda has someone she likes, even if he's a playboy.
What about me?
Pietro suddenly felt very lonely.
He wasn't that young anymore, either. He and Wanda had depended on each other since childhood, and later Hydra had captured them for experiments. He had spent his entire adolescence in a dark underground base.
Forget dating-he had never even properly held a girl's hand.
Now everyone had their own things to do.
Tony was banging on sheet