'Money doesn't make you happy.' Some wise geezer once said.
"Well, they're just stupid, look at all the things you can do with money, Cassandra." He presented something in front of the lady the next day afternoon. A card that just arrived at record time.
"What is this?" She picked it up, it was a picture of her with some information beside it.
"Cassandra White..."
"Here you have, this is your identity, you're officially American..." He walked dismissively, like this there would be no suspicions if they were ever stopped, all he had to do was pay ten thousand dollars plus two thousand fees for early delivery, this was the most precious gift he could give someone in her situation.
"Thank you, so my name from now on is Cassandra White?" She asked with a smile, the person in front of her becoming brighter by the second, she had to restrain herself from hugging him; thinking it might not be proper.
"Yes, so long as you don't go out of your way to say you're an alien or someone sees your healing factor, you should be okay... I even prepared some backstory."
"Why not... Cassandra Stark?" Her voice contained a little dejection.
"That would put you in a hell of a lot of trouble. If you want to have a peaceful life until you regain your memories, that's the way to go." If she was shown to have any relationship with him, that would be her sentence, she'd belong to the people and he didn't want that.
"..." She sensed it, he didn't say it but the explanation was concealed within, he basically said they won't remain together for long.
All she could do was sigh and nod in acceptance.
"Some people will come here, I want you to tell them that you're a faraway family member that happens to not have where to stay and hence, you're staying here." He made up a story.
"I understand, what am I? sister? cousin?" The farther the better she thought. If she was ever caught, he'd have fewer consequences.
"Yes, a cousin, I also need you to decide what you will do with your life, Cassandra. what do you want to study and all that, while you regain your memories it won't be productive for you to remain here, doing nothing... I will pay for all the expenses, I only want you to be included in society."
He said, once again making her dejected, all the choices he was making on his own accord, for her sake, seemed to be drifting them apart, and as much as they had just known each other for a single day, at least she knew she could trust this person.
"I can help you." She said suddenly, her eyes shining.
"Ah?"
"Whatever you're going to do, your inventions... I can help you, I'm quite strong." She lifted up her slender arm that couldn't have any less muscle, that didn't mean it lacked flesh, he thought it was perfect, but not for lifting heavy stuff, she must be bluffing.
"How strong?" However, since she said those words, he needed to at least test and hence, they walked to his destroyed garage to run some tests.
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"Holy shit that's strong..." His legs shivered at this discovery.
He just saw how Cassandra grabbed a compound of compressed steel as if it was someone's wrist and pressed, denting it further and further... until her palm closed.
The contrast was shocking, to say the least, how can such a body have that much strength?!
[Sir that's about ten thousand newtons... and I think she's holding back]
"Take a note to never piss her off."
[Noted, sir.]
"How is it, Tony? can I help you now?" She bent forward and asked hopefully as those breasts of hers jiggled inside that pitiful shirt.
'I don't know if I should be aroused or scared.'
If she wanted to get naughty, even his iron man suit wouldn't be able to resist her mere thumb and index finger...
'I need to create something stronger, shit... what are you exactly, Cassandra? Pandora, what's a Pandora? I have to study her...' giggling boobs aside, his scientific curiosity was triggered.
"You can help me, Cassandra... from now on you're my assistant." Gone were the days of carrying, even Jarvis would be replaced with this task.
"Yay!" Cassandra's happy response was to start jumping all over and cheering.
*BOING!*
"..."
'Don't do that, it is dangerous...!'
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The day had gone by normally with Cassandra watching him use his tools to create things, she'd carry the heavy stuff around with a smile, those objects weighted nothing to the Pandora.
The atmosphere was peaceful and even if there was silence, Tony didn't feel alone.
He still thought he needed to get more clothes for Cassandra, he'd tell her to go on her own, but he was worried, she doesn't know these streets, a sexy blonde clumsy woman walking around Los Angeles, that would be like delivering sheep to the wolves, though at this point he might feel more pitiful for whoever tried to get funny with her, they'd die... period.
Jarvis had already prepared a new apartment for them, all he needed was the council of Los Angeles's warrant to move away temporarily.
It was during that period that somebody arrived at the house.
It was his untrusty secretary, Natalie Rushman, the sexy redhead that had moved down the ladder of beauty in his mind due to Cassandra's appearance.
"We have to give a conference explaining those new massage technologies, boss." The redhead said, sitting cross-legged in the living room in front of two individuals, one of them to which she was glaring profusely to, not for any feeling in particular other than mere curiosity.
"I figured as much." Tony said while Cassandra nodded sagely as if she even knew what they were talking about.
"And who is this model?"
"Nice to meet you, I'm Tony's cousin, Cassandra Stark." She extended her hand forward and when their hands shook, she froze momentarily while Natalie's gaze contoured in confusion, she even sent a glare Tony's way to see him confirm if what this girl said was the truth.
"*Cough!* White." He had to fix it with a cough, but the damage was already done.
"Ah sorry, White~ it is a pleasure to meet you." Cassandra quickly released Natalie's hand, glaring at her with a coldness that Tony didn't know where it came from, as far as he knows this beautiful alien is unable to even make those facial expressions.
As if she knows something he doesn't about Natalie.