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Cassie POV
The three days fly by quickly, with me saying my goodbyes and promising to come back sometime in August. The goodbye with Lou Ellen and Olivia was especially tearful, but both are stronger than ever. They're so powerful and I love them. Lia said that she'll have a phone soon, and both her and Violet have already placed an order with Leo. Rachel said that she hopes any prophecies she says aren't about me, and Will hopes that I don't get injured.
TJ, who I've gotten pretty friendly with, wishes me luck with the Avengers, and Alex does as well. Andrew similarly wishes me luck. I think he has a crush on Lia. I've seen the way they stare at each other. Humming to myself, I put away all my clothes. The camp shirts get tucked into a drawer, while the rest goes in my closet. It's nice having a queen size bed again. But I like being at camp better than being here.
I have a new picture, taken on my Polaroid camera, of me and TJ and Alex, that I hang up on the wall by my desk. There's others too. I take a lot of pictures. If you are a demigod, you have to have something left behind if something happens to your friends. That's good advice for mortals too. Make memories with people, pay for that photo of you guys on the rollercoaster, because you never know when those people will be gone.
Death is always untimely and unfair, and it comes for us all eventually. All we can do is delay it. And I intend to delay it for as long as possible. In other news, I have a big day today. I'll be officially an Avenger after today's press conference. I've also thought of changing my last name to Stark. But I'm also the last one to carry the last name Bennett from my family. Maybe I'll take both. Yeah, both is nice.
I have roughly four hours until I have to leave, so I'll get ready now. I put on a layer of concealer, hiding most of the blemishes on my face that I should probably go see a dermatologist for. I stay away from eyeshadow, I don't like how it looks on me, but I do put some eyeliner on. Mascara and lipstick are next, and finally, blush. I like how it looks, I'll fix whatever gets messed up before I leave.
I keep my hair down, brushing and curling it slightly. I showered just before I did my makeup, so my hair is still in that post-conditioner soft stage. And it still smells like coconut. I paint my nails a nice shade of blue, but they take about ten years to dry. I've killed about an hour now, just getting ready. This is one of the rare opportunities I can indulge in my more feminine side, and I am taking full advantage of it.
The dress I've picked out is a white sundress with yellow sunflowers on it. It's my favorite dress, besides the one that has pockets. My shoes are white high heels, but I have flats in my yellow purse in case I need them. I don't dress like this everyday, but I love it when I do. I stay away from more sexy outfits like I've seen some people at my school wear when they aren't caught by the dress code. And I avoid crop tops like the plague, since a really high one will show the bottom part of the scar on my chest.
I do have a cover story in place for it (picked a fight with a mountain lion), but I'd rather not use it. And as for my new, very-faint-but-still-visible scar, the one running down my arm from the chariot race, I have a whole story for that one. That is, falling out of a wheelbarrow being pushed down a steep hill, and cutting it on a rock. Yep. That's what I came up with. My moments of genius are rare and very scattered.
It's about time to leave, so I put on my heels and grab my purse, checking that my makeup still looks good. I've been in my room reading these past hours, only leaving to make myself some tea. My necklace hangs proudly around my neck, and the ring is secured tightly on my finger.
I'm also wearing the charm bracelet Lia gave me, and the earrings that Olivia gave me. I'm wearing a few other bracelets that I never take off, including a friendship bracelet from a friend from four or so years ago who's been missing for just as long, and a silver bracelet from Rachel. Each of us have the same bracelet.
I step into the limo with the rest of the team, and it's definitely nice in here. There's legroom for my long ass legs, which is great! Plus good wifi. Tony isn't driving, Steve is. Me and Pietro are having a staring contest. Little does he know that me and Jess have been having these for years. I am the superior starer. I win the staring contest, before putting my earbuds in so I don't have to listen to Steve's forties music. Driver picks the music, but that doesn't mean I have to like it.
We're at New York City in no time, or at least it feels like it. I'm anxious, but excited. Imagine the looks on the popular girl's faces when they find out that I am now famous. And then I'll refuse to join the popular crowd. And if Flash bothers me or my friends again, he'll have a bone to pick with Wanda Maximoff. And nobody wants to make Wanda mad. Nobody.
I step out of the limo and into flashing lights and cameras. It's almost blinding, but I lift my head high and follow the rest. We head into a room with a table and chairs, reporters crowding the place, just waiting for news. I have decided that I rather like fame. It makes me feel important. But these cameras are getting annoying, so please stop.
We all sit down, and I put my bag at my feet. It has my dagger, a book, and my flats. Oh, and snacks. "Alright, we are live!", someone says, before everyone goes quiet. A lady with platinum blonde hair and high heels so high that I'm jealous of how skilled she must be to walk in them sits down. "So, is this young lady the new Avenger?", she asks. "Yep, that's me! Cassandra Bennett, probably gonna be Stark soon, but it's Cass to all of you. Proud to be protecting the world with these guys!", I say, waving at the cameras.
"Got a name?", she asks. "Yeah, it's Starfire. Don't question it, I don't know why I picked it either. It came to me in an absolutely weird dream I had a month ago.", I reply, thinking back to it. I was fighting some girl who was using shadows as weapons. And she looked kinda familiar. But that's something for another day.
The questions go on for a while, with me demonstrating my powers. Not all of them, but I did put a burn mark in the wall. I hope whoever owns this place doesn't mind. I think I'll do good here, with the Avengers. The press meeting went very well until she started asking about love life. "I think that's a rather personal question, don't you?", I say. "Just answer it before they start harassing you about it. It happened to me too.", Natasha whispers to me.
"Well, first I would like to announce something important. I was gonna write it in the sky above this building in fireworks, but Tony said it wAsNt lOgiStiCal. So, I say it here. I. Am. Bisexual. Deal with it. And no, I am single and happy that way. Now, can we move on to something less personal.", I reply, without an ounce of regret. If anyone has anything to say about my sexuality, they can say it to my fists. And the blades attached to them.
They look taken aback, but quickly recover. Even the more oblivious members of the team (cough, Bruce Banner, cough) look shocked. Hm. Looks like my bisexuality has been kept a secret. If there's one thing you can trust Tony on, it's keeping secrets from the rest of the team. They ask the rest of the team some questions, before the press conference is done. And boy, am I glad it's over. I was getting a little bored.
We get back in our limo, and arrive at the famed Stark Tower. Since the compound was built, Avengers Tower was turned back into Stark Tower. I was told that I'll live here with Pepper during the school year so I can go to the same school. Imagine the parties I could have here. The popular kids will be so jealous.
It's bittersweet because Derek got adopted, and he was the only guy that knew how to DM, so none of us can play D&D anymore. Now he's living his best life in South Carolina. I hope he's happy. I hope everyone is happy. Even Flash. For all I know, he could have turned over a new leaf this summer. I hope he did.
We walk in to find a party all set up. "Aww, guys, you did not!", I say, touched by the gesture. "Well, you didn't have a birthday party, and we wanted to make up for it. Plus, the last party we had here got crashed by ULTRON, so this kinda makes up for it.", Clint says, laying down his bow on the bar. This looks more like an adult party. But I'm not complaining. There's a dance floor. And Thor made it, along with his hammer. I am not worthy. But that doesn't mean I'm not gonna try.
He sets the hammer down on the table. I grasp the handle, and pull with all my strength. It does not move. I try again. It doesn't move. Ok, not worthy. But the experiment was conducted, and that's all that matters. I slip into my flats, putting my heels in my purse. The music is great, the floor is empty because nobody's arrived yet, and there's a bottle of champagne just begging to be opened in someone's face. I'm gonna do it to the first person that walks in.
I lie in wait with the champagne, after getting Tony's approval. Wanda stands behind me, wanting to witness the chaos firsthand. A older fellow in a suit walks by. He looks like he could be my great-grandpa. "Oh, Stan! Knew you could make it!", Steve says, walking over to shake his hand. They must be old WWII buddies or something. I refrain from spraying him. He seems nice.
I stay by the door, waiting for the next guy. The same reporter from before walks in. She doesn't have any electronics, so I spray her. She shrieks, a sound somewhere between nails on a chalkboard and wet shoes squeaking on tile floor on the scale of horrible. She runs into the room, covered in champagne. "Yeah, that's what you get for coming late!", I say. Yeah, everyone except Stan was five minutes late. I let the rest of them be. I head back to the dance floor, and dance my little heart out for hours.
Good times were had that night, but I was glad to go to my room and sleep. Flopping onto my bed, I think of how crazy social media is going to be tomorrow. I can't wait.
A/N. Thanks for reading so far, feedback is very much appreciated. I just had to add Stan Lee (RIP) in there. There must be a cameo, or it isn't a Marvel movie. And it isn't a Marvel crossover without a cameo either.