It was getting dark, and at seven o'clock in the evening, Sebastian put on his clothes and headed home. By the time he arrived, Alisha was setting dinner on the table. When she saw him, she greeted him, inviting him to prepare for the meal.
However, as Sebastian changed clothes and washed up, then sat at the dining table, he noticed there were three sets of tableware on the table.
Three sets of tableware?
Did Alisha have a boyfriend?
He couldn't help but wonder.
Sebastian was very strict when it came to Alisha's relationships. It wasn't that he was against her having a boyfriend, but the person had to be someone truly worthy...
As Sebastian mulled over this, the sound of a knock at the door interrupted his thoughts.
Alisha walked quickly to the door and smiled at Sebastian, saying, "Sebastian dear, guess who's here?"
"Mom, I'm guessing you're having a White House visitor. You should let them in."
"Alright, alright."
Alisha reached out and opened the door. A young woman with glasses, blonde hair tied with a headband, and dressed casually in a sweater walked in and gave Alisha a hug.
"Cousin Alisha, we haven't seen each other in seven or eight years!"
"Yeah, it's been a long time. You went to college in New York, right?"
"Yes, Stony Brook University, New York. I'm just a freshman there."
"Ah, an Ivy League school. It would be nice if Sebastian could be like you."
It's always easy to compare with other people's children.
After chatting for a while, Alisha finally remembered to introduce Sebastian to her cousin, whom she hadn't seen in ages.
After closing the door, Alisha brought her guest to the table and sat down. She then said, "Sharon, this is my son, Sebastian Shaw. Sebastian, this is your... well, aunt, Sharon. Sharon Carter. Her mother and your grandmother are cousins, and they have a very close relationship. Sharon and I are also very close. She's a student at the State University of New York, and she'll be visiting us often in the future."
"Hello, I'm Sharon Carter. Well, you can just call me Sharon. We're about the same age, so it feels a little strange for you to call me 'aunt.'"
Reaching out to shake hands with Sharon, Sebastian smiled and said, "Hello, Sharon! My name is Sebastian Shaw. You can just call me Sebastian."
It had been seven or eight years since he had seen a distant relative who had nearly fallen out of contact. It was really surprising how his mother suddenly got back in touch.
"Alright, let's have dinner soon."
Alisha greeted Sebastian and Sharon to sit down for dinner. Sebastian was used to Alisha's cooking, but it was Sharon's first time trying it. She couldn't stop praising it, and after finishing dessert, she slumped back in her chair, rubbing her stomach with a satisfied smile on her face.
"Alisha, your cooking is incredible! You truly deserve to be a three-star Michelin chef."
Alisha had heard this compliment many times, but hearing it from Sharon still made her happy. The two chatted some more.
Sebastian sat to the side, sipping tea to aid digestion, though his brow furrowed slightly.
He did feel that the name "Sharon Carter" sounded somewhat familiar, but he couldn't quite remember why.
Before coming to this world, he had spent over ten years in the magical world of his previous life. Aside from some key memories, most of the remaining ones were a blur. He could retrieve them using a Pensieve, but since he hadn't even successfully crafted a wand yet, making a Pensieve was nothing more than a fantasy. Besides, he didn't know much about Pensieve creation. He was known for his knowledge in his previous life, but he didn't know everything.
Forget it, he thought. I'll stay on guard. If she doesn't have an ulterior motive, it doesn't matter. But if she does, I'll take action immediately to ensure she doesn't harm my mother.
"Sharon, stay here tonight, I have a spare room."
Waving her hand, Sharon replied, "No, I have a class early in the morning. I'll definitely come to visit you during my vacation."
"Then I'll drive you to the subway station; it's getting late, after all."
"Well... okay, then. I'll trouble you."
"It doesn't matter."
Alisha greeted Sebastian, put on her coat, and left with Sharon to drive her to the subway station.
Sebastian simply tidied up the table, putting the dishes, cutlery, and forks in the sink
Once everything was finished, Sebastian went back to his room to do some homework, checked that the second wave of items he'd ordered from eBay and Amazon had been shipped, and then stopped paying attention to them. He sat down at his desk, took out a book he hadn't had time to look at, and poured himself a cup of black tea. However, something in the back of his mind didn't sit right.
He couldn't shake the feeling that there was more to Sharon than met the eye. He wasn't the type to leave things to fate, especially when something felt off.
With a determined expression, he grabbed his cloak-like jacket and slipped it on, pulling the hood low to conceal his face. There was no reason for him to take chances if things weren't as ordinary as they seemed. He decided to follow her, keep an eye out, and see if his instincts were right.
As he quietly moved toward the door, he glanced back at his room one last time before stepping out, ready to pursue answers.
Meanwhile, Alisha slowly parked the car in front of the subway station.
Sharon's school was the State University of New York at Stony Brook, an Ivy League institution. It was about an hour and a half drive from downtown New York, though taking the subway would be much faster.
Seven or eight o'clock in the evening wasn't too late.
After saying goodbye to Sharon, Alisha drove home.
Watching Alisha leave, Sharon pulled out her phone, dialed a number, and said directly, "Sir, I'm out."
Coulson's voice came through the phone, saying to Sharon, "Sharon, I'm sorry to have you spy on your former friend."
"Sir, you know this is my choice," Sharon replied. "Instead of having a strange agent monitor them, it's better for me, someone connected to them, to do it. This way, there's no misunderstanding, I can better convey our intentions, and safeguard their interests. It's a win-win."
"But if something goes wrong, you're likely to be the most at risk. You may even lose your friends. If you want, I'll send other agents. Trust me, he will do it fairly and justly."
"Sir, I insist on carrying out this task. The target is only someone similar to Sebastian , not necessarily him. At least in this observation, I haven't seen anything unusual. To me, they just seem like a very ordinary mother and son. If anything, the target has a composure beyond his years, but there's nothing particularly special about him."
"I understand how you feel, but Sebastian Shaw is the most likely power user capable of killing Kilgrave. While we don't have definitive proof, the possibility of him being the target is almost 100%. At least 8 out of 10, so please continue observing. Don't let him stray down the wrong path, or we'll have to take more extreme measures."
"I understand, sir. But I don't like calling him the man who killed Kilgrave. I prefer to call him the man who saved Jessica Jones."
"Alright, I understand. I'll keep an eye on things from now on. This call is ending here."
After hanging up the phone, Sharon stood in front of the subway station, watching the roaring subway rush by. She couldn't help but sigh, but her expression soon became firm. As Peggy Carter's niece, Sharon had always admired her aunt, seeing her as a life goal. However, when faced with her mission—monitoring relatives and friends—she realized, for the first time, that she wasn't as determined as she thought.
I hope Sebastian isn't a bad guy...
In the shadows, Sebastian remained still, hidden from view as he observed Sharon , finally letting go