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“He who fights with monsters should look to it that he himself does not become a monster”

Gambit in my stories lost one of his eyes to his mother because it resembled a gemstone which she sold it and took the money before leaving him to die in the Bayou

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“Exceptional! Such a beautiful woman you’ve grown up to be! Victor is such a lucky man!” “Mother,” the pronunciation itself almost physically pained her, “I would like to ask you not to say such a thing, not here alone, and certainly not to anyone; Victor and I are nothing but good friends. Besides, I have a boyfriend—” “The one who was at God knows where?!” Mary Storm cut in with a scoff as well as a condescending glare directed at her daughter as if looking at a clueless child, “The one who wasn’t at your side while you were dying?!” “You don’t know him!” “Oh, dear, I know him plenty from your rascal of a brother,” Mary countered almost immediately with a snide remark towards her son, “An orphan? A nobody whom you fished out of the gutter? Truly? I thought only Jonathan was capable of such a low standard in people he would surround himself with.” The revelation shocked her to the core, but not only from the insults her mother just rained upon Peter’s name, it was also the fact that they came from Jonathan’s account. “I swear to God, Susan, it was as if you were intentionally picking a dunce just to spite me and taint the family’s name.” Mary’s grip on her arms tightened, and Susan couldn’t help but let out a whimper at the pain.

Nobody:

Absolutely no one:

Jess: “…Are you my mailman? Please tell me I have an overdue delivery of a forty-five round to my head.”

"Hey, DD! Catch these Hands!"

- Peter Benjamin Parker to Matt Murdock while fighting the Hand ninjas on some random rooftop in NYC, 2025

Spidey just swooped in and took him to a hospital off-screen, guys, he's al--

he's alive. he's in witness protection. he's alive and nelson murdock and page will be back. they saved him in the ambulance. matt and foggy get dinner every weekend and call every day. he's alive. he's al

Foggy's death was not exactly a cheap shot; it's to show that, in New York City, even with numbers of vigilantes around, sudden and unprecedented deaths can still happened.

Superheroes can't be everywhere despite how amazing they are, there will be the people they failed to save.

What makes them heroes was that, despite the downs they will find the courage to get back up and keep on hoping to see a better day.

<<HC>>

DD: "It must be amazing, moving fast around the city like that, swinging on webs. She's lucky to have you."

SM: "...Yeah..."

DD: "Huh?"

SM: "Sometimes, Mister Devil, I was just a bit too late, and..."

*In front of Josie's*

SM: "No..."

SM: "Miss Page?! What...oh god..."

Side note: Deborah Ann Woll played the fuck outta that first scene; I can feel everything

A m a z i n g

WTH was Spidey?! Foggy would at least made it to the hospital on webs instead 🥲🥲🥲

“Aside from spying on me, you mean,” Norman cut in, face still harboring a grin, but his eyes turned cold and calculated, boring their penetrating glare into her. “It’s not an acceptable thing to be doing, especially for one relying on a university’s scholarship such as yourself, Miss Stacy.” The words made her stop, and Gwen slowly turned towards the red-haired man who managed to instill an inexplicable dread and revulsion by the cloak-and-dagger nature he often operates in, as well as the recount she’d heard from her boyfriend about his maniacal counterpart from another reality. “A scholarship that, I might add, relies heavily on OSCORP’s charitable donation for years now.” He drums his fingers onto the table’s surface in a rousing rhythm, harboring a triumphant grin on his face, then, he motioned for the seat where she’d just get out of “Maybe we can discuss the terms of conditions where I would not withdraw that donation in the near future? What do you say?”

Soul-s-Sword

With a desperate swing, Magik brought down the armament that she had forged through nightmares and endless pain, the cracked and damaged plane of the Soulsword whistling its demonic screeches along the path of the blade.

It contacted the being but Illyana felt a sharp, deafening pain shooting through her whole being, body and soul, as the energy blade shattered into millions of shards exploding with its potent Limbo energy that sounded a thunderous boom through the battlefield.

She sees the world in slow motion as she was being blasted away from the monster;

Her brother, tall and solid in his Steelform, rushed in with a primal roar.

Storm cried thunderously as a bolt of lightning flashed down from the heavens onto the indestructible evil.

A beam of crimson bathed the scene in its reddish glow.

Iceman summoned a snowstorm.

And then her scenery changed for a blink of an eye to a landscape almost identical to the waste of Limbo she'd grown accustomed to in her childhood, her nose filled with intense sulfuric fumes. it changed again, and the sight before her gripped its icy claws around her heart.

Kitty, battered and bleeding, crying because of her.

She hates it.

Hating the fact that out of all people, she's the one who made her cry.

In her attempt to word a simple chide, she felt her lips dried and cracked.

Her hand that was reaching towards the lovely brunette shrunken and wasting away at a raid rate.

In her numb sensation, she felt a searing hot tear dropped onto her cheek, and felt her dying body gathered into the petite woman, held tight like she is the most precious thing.

Regrets filling her dying heart, of the word she'd never dared to say.

Her, the Queen of Limbo, Soveriegn of Otherplace, Sorceress Supreme of the Pandemonium, was too afraid to say a simple confession to a girl who can phase through solid matter like a ghost.

I love you...

She felt Kitty's forehead pressed against hers as the brunette's arms tightening even further, almost crushing the last breath out of her lungs.

Then, like two dying star colliding into one another, conglemorating their existences with each other, a surge of pure power rushed through her body and her right hand gripping a handle with instinctive response.

The Soulsword, forged anew, binding two souls intertwined, coiling them into a searing-hot beam of energy shotting out of Illyana's fist, splitting the dark clouds and allowing the Sun to shine it's light onto them as if giving a new life to the world of darkness.

Magik, resurrected, wielding the sword made of entangled souls, announced her return and triumphant with a powerful roar before a stepping-disc would materialized her and the Souls-Sword to the monster's behind.

And Illyana Rasputin swung down with a newfound might, ending the nightmare.

She hums along as his breathing becomes steady. She paused for a while, unsure of the underlying implications even if her audience of one might not even understand all of it.

Eventually, Felicia found the courage to push forward, embracing it with her beating heart.

Dans le bleu de l'immensité

(In the blue of all immensity)

Dans le ciel, plus de problèmes

(In the sky, no more problems)

Mon…amour, crois-tu que…nous nous aimons ?

(My…love, do you think…we love each other?)

Dieu réunit…ceux qui s'aiment

(God brings together…those who love each other)

She whispered the last note with a quenching in her heart, her hold on the man in her arms tightened, yet it seemed to not be a bother at all as he had already fallen asleep with a slightly less frown on his forehead. “Bonne nuit, mon Araignée…” she whispered into his scalp, nesting her face there as she closed her eyes, unsure of what tomorrow would bring.

Spider-Gwen

“Spider-Man?! The convoy’s being ambushed!” Gwen yelled into the comms, trusting Edith to deliver her message to the more experienced vigilante who was occupied with the relentless drones.

“A little bit occupied here, Spider-Woman—Oh, I know you!” Peter’s voice grunted through the comms, and a huff made its way through before he added “Keep them off the convoy as long as you can!”

Gwen huffed in annoyance after her eyes fell upon the speeding form of the Beetle tailing the truck again, she quickly rushed to the front and knocked on the driver’s window before it rolled down “Can we go any faster?”

“Not possible, ma’am; the load was too heavy.” The driver answered with his eyes never once left the road.

“Damnit…” Gwen cursed under her breath and maneuvered her body out of the fired bolt onto the roof, lowering herself into a crawl to minimize the available targets. “Guess I’m doing this!” Gwen pounced into the air with a planned corkscrew to follow the warnings of the Spider-Sense, evading the valley of bolts that can shatter bones as one already did to Officer Morello of BPD. Following her intuitions, Spider-Woman aimed and shot a line of webbing at a streetlight nearby to create a pivot before delivering a heavy double kick into the rushing Beetle’s helmet, missing the center by an inch but connected firmly, nonetheless. Using the face of her enemy as a springboard, Gwen pushed with both feet and introduced a gap between them before latching another web line on the truck, reeling herself in to stay with it.

Spider-Sense blared again as Gwen dodged to her left before a tackle came from behind, and blindsided her unnatural awareness using a feint attack. The Beetle quickly established their superior techniques in hand-to-hand combat as several punches, kicks, and elbows connected to the superhuman’s ribs and sides kneading her like a dough. Gwen gritted through the substantial amount of pain ramming into her body from the lapse of Spider-Sense caused by the surprise, but eventually, she could somewhat follow the attacks and deliver a series of decent counters utilizing her superior brute force against the mechanical enhancements of the assassin. Both women exchanged blows and counters for a moment before the Beetle decided to sneak in some close-range projectile with her twin railguns. Several spiked bolts shot high and low, grazing and missing the superhuman in their struggle on top of the moving truck.

Gwen strained herself almost to the limit trying to incorporate every Judo and Jiu-Jitsu move she’d ever learned under NYPD and Yuri Watanabe’s tutelages to try and keep up with the trained fighter opposite her, culminating injuries, albeit shallow and inconsequential, over time. The only advantage she had was the Spider-Sense, but that requires more attunement on her part to be as fluid as her boyfriend. Utilizing her stronger and more resilient muscles, Gwen decided to change her tactic to tank whatever she could while looking for a slip-up or opening that the Beetle might be unknowingly presenting during their scuffle.

A fist came from her left, so she instinctively evaded to the right just to be clocked squarely in her jaw by a blindsiding uppercut following the feint jab. Losing her balance, Gwen got tackled and flipped with an impressive Taekwondo throw into the metallic roof of the cargo, knocking the wind off her lungs. Spider-Sense screams deafeningly in her brain, and she manages to keep her face from being caved with a piercing bolt that goes through the hull into the space inside of the cargo. Spider-Woman wraps her legs around the Beetle and pulls her closer before shooting a spray of webbing into the assassin’s face with her free hand gripping the protruding antenna firmly, and delivers a strong push kick dead at the assassin’s stomach, knocking them back and down on one knee.

Fallen Friend

Stalemate(s)

“Let me sit under the shades for a while. I’ve been cooped up inside the study for too long.” The headmaster gave her a reassuring smile as the Omega-Level Telepath put her hand on his shoulder with a firm squeeze before she departed to get back to her tasks for the day.

Distant chatters from the junior year students rang from across the lake, while Bobby and Remy LeBeau paired with one another to a parkour course around the mansion as well as utilizing their powers to gain the upper hand.

Logan is off at the side under the Willow, lying atop one of the thicker branches with something nursed in his mouth while lecturing the students there with him about some fun facts of the first-hand history lessons he can share with them.

Katherine phased herself through the mansion from ground level to reach the antenna above following Henry’s instructions.

Scott led a caravan of The Gold Team members in a leisure run around the backyard garden.

“Such a peaceful illusion you’ve cast for them, old friend.” A familiar voice greeted him from behind, and it brought a sad smile to the headmaster’s lips. Erik Lehnsherr made himself known only to the Optimist and not everyone else as he cast his narrowed eyes onto the ignorant occupants of Xavier’s estate. “How are you feeling? The headache’s gone?”

“Mostly,” Charles nodded along with the answer, observing the tall man dressed in a deep burgundy shirt and a long coat with curiosity in his eyes.

“Speak your mind, Charles,” Erik teased him while tapping his index at the side of his temple where a ridge of something hiding underneath the skin was prominent enough for searching eyes.

“How are you?” the headmaster smiled softly as he asked the question, and averted his eyes following the Survivor’s gaze. A pair of black and white swans, Valet and Baroness lazily sauntered about upon the lake’s surface under the warm sunlight.

“Bother me with such a mundane query, truly?” Erik retorted lightheartedly, parting his coat aside to put his left hand inside a pocket “…What do you say to a game?”

“Right now?” Charles averted his eyes to the decorative chessboard with a full set of pieces made from steel.

“No time’s like the present.” With little to no effort, Erik reset the pieces to their appropriate places on the tables “Who should go first?”

“I won the last time, so you.” Charles smiled warmly and bowed to his friend a little.

“Very well,” Magneto chuckled with a slight shaking of his head then he asserted his mastery of magnetism so subtly that Charles could barely feel it. “White pawn takes D-4,” he announced to the headmaster and moved the piece silently with his power.

“I follow with D-5,” Charles informed the tall man and the piece complied.

“Pawn to C-4,” Magneto announced.

“I would like to decline the invitation, old friend; Pawn to E-6.”

“Ever the cautious mind.” Erik praised with a chuckle, then made the next move “Knight to F-3.”

“Black Knight to F-6,” Charles calmly followed along with the strategy deployed earlier by the Master of Magnetism.

“Another Knight to C-3,”

“Rook takes E-7.”

“Very well; Rook C-1 to F-4.” A ghost of a smile graces the long-haired man’s lips as he quietly studies the next move while the man in the wheelchair silently watches. “How further do your…disciples, have to wait in the shadows for a chance of freedom?”

“Not too long,” Charles replied, thinking for a little before speaking again “Knight B-8 to D-7,”

“Speculatively, I presume?”

“Hopeful would be a better terminology, my friend.”

“What is hope but a fool’s dream?” Erik retorted and moved his piece, then he waited for the bald headmaster.

“It is a sustenance of the soul,” Xavier paused for a little before informing the opposing party of his intention “…with it, a man can move a mountain.”

“Many of us can do the same without lifting a finger, Charles. Do not apply lowly sapiens’ words to our kind; it’s degrading.” Magneto flicked his wrist softly and the piece moved according to his will.

“We share the World with them, Erik.”

“As were once the Dinosaurs and the Mammalians,” The Jewish survivor shrugged his shoulders dismissively at his friend’s reasoning “until nature runs its course,”

“Erik, I implore you; do not forsake your human—"

“It died a long time ago, Charles.” Erik finished his latest move and averted his eyes toward the worried man in a wheelchair next to him “And the humans you cherish so tortured it off of my heart.”

“You might wish that to be the truth, my friend…” The headmaster ignores the ongoing chess game to fully address the man standing under the shade with him; a man who was once the caring and loving headmaster of the Institute “…but even then, the contradiction to that statement still exists in Wanda Maximoff.”

“I wouldn’t even care if she were to be born a human,” Erik said with untamed pain in his voice, a glance revealed the confused expression on the bald telepath, which brought a smirk upon the corner of his lips. “Curious as to why I am not bothered by your information?”

Now, both forego the match and just contemplate one another, standing closer than they have in years yet so far apart it might as well be a call from across the globe.

“…Promise me that you won’t harm him.” The prominent eyebrows on his forehead drawn into one another, paired with a determination shining through his posture were enough to give the Master of Magnetism a deeply endearing chuckle.

“Charles,” Erik shook his head slowly in mockery “Who did you take me for?” his eyes cast away until they landed on one of the people living at the mansion, and then those sharp eyes turned briefly into longing. “…Anna-Marie and Mister Wagner are like siblings, what kind of a father would I be if I intentionally hurt one of them?”

Magneto let the silence stretch on as he watched Anna-Marie interact with Kitty and Eleanor, seemingly trying to come up with a formation to rival Colossus’s and Wolverine’s Fastball Special.

“…I hope,” Erik smirked a little at the contradiction he had brought upon himself “that your students are prepared, my friend.” That statement sent a shiver down Xavier’s spine.

“Erik—”

“Save the speech, old friend,” Magneto smiled sadly at the telepath and started walking out of the shades while looking up at the sky, closing his eyes to take in a deep inhale of fresh air into his lungs “and convince your children to join me in a quest for the future of our kind.” With arms casually stretched to the sides, Erik levitated himself off the Institute’s ground before shooting off to the South while cocooning himself in a field of magnetism.

“Magneto!” Scott came rushing with his fingers hovering above the trigger of his visor, yet he noticed Charles’s raised hand as a command to stop. “Professor, why was he here?!”

“…Call the Team, Scott,” Xavier took a minute to collect his words “The Brotherhood is on the move.” His eyes wandered to the decorative chess board and saw the stalemate of the pieces on it.

Rose O'Hara

21st September 1861

It has been three years since I’ve visited you last, dear diary.

Three years since that horrible night.

Victor Creed came back, and he slaughtered everyone on the plantation.

The workers.

Master John.

Mistress Elizabeth.

Aunty Gilda. Martha.

Even my father, and my mother.

Mister Bert sacrificed himself to hold that daemon back while he told me and James to run away as far as we could and to not stop until we could not anymore. We did, while the scream of death shadowed us like a hellhound.

Come November will be my sixteenth winter, as well as James's.

We stay at a kind gentleman’s house near a coal mine, where James works as a foreman for the kind man.

Mister Deveraux, one of Master John’s associates, recognized James while we were scraping for changes and food in port towns along the Missouri River.

I almost had to sell my body countless times, but James always saved me from such a fate with his family’s heirlooms and whatever valuables he could get his hands on from the ignorant rich people coming and going.

On the eve of my birthday, I want to tell him how I feel.

For he’s a caring and loving man I couldn’t ask for a better replacement.

And I so want him to know that.

Silly, I even thought about buying a pair of silver bands for him and myself.

I must get to bed, dear diary, wish me luck.

…

22nd September 1861

He said he felt the same for me!

Oh, dear diary, I am so happy!

I’ve rarely seen him smile since we ran away from the plantation, I saw it again today and it was as beautiful as before.

Oh, dear diary, he’s so awkward with the kisses, so was I.

But they are the sweetest memories we will share, yet.

We are going to a dinner at Mister Deveraux’s saloon in two days.

I must buy a new dress, even though he said I would look good in a potato sack. Silly man.

Good night, dear diary.

…

28th September 1861

I hope you can see.

James bought the silver bands that I have been eyeing today, and I let him put one on my hand!

Oh, dear diary, it is lovely.

He asked Mister Deveraux to be a witness as he was proposing to me at the saloon, and his friends from the mine were there as well, cheering on us.

I felt like I was going to explode, dear diary, I don’t think I will be able to take a rest tonight as my heart is still racing.

…

1st October 1861

The wedding was lovely last night.

It was not a grand event like I’d dreamt of when I was but a silly girl, but having seen James there on the altar before me surrounded by the friends we have come to know here brought joyous tears to me all the same.

He was a kind and gentle man, despite his scary visage.

Oh, the muscles on him make me blush like a virgin maiden again just thinking about them.

His body was very warm, and perfect for the night as he gathered me into his arms, whispering sweet words to my ears.

We talked about building a family this morning, and I am touched that James wanted to name our firstborn after either his mother or my father, Elizabeth or Logan.

I feel like the luckiest woman to have been loved by this man.

…

29th October 1861

I was very busy, sorry for neglecting you again, dear diary.

I woke up this morning with an urge to empty my stomach, yet nothing came out, James quickly took me to a clinic nearby.

I am pregnant with James’s child, dear diary!

Oh, Almighty Lord in Heaven, I am happy!

The doctor told us that the incoming birth around July might prove to be difficult for a woman of my stature and age, but James promised to do anything in his power to ensure the safety of our child and me.

He talked with Mister Deveraux today and took on a job inside the shaft as well to save more money for the doctor’s fee in the future.

I am worried, of course, but James knows what he is doing.

He is a peculiarly strong man, despite the weakness in his health I witnessed in our childhood.

Now, my job is to keep little Logan or Elizabeth safe and strong, so that it can be loved by a wonderful father, of my beloved husband.

Calling him that still made me giggle like a teen, oh dear!

“Where the hell did ya get that, Kid?” his gravel and whispery voice roused her up like a good electrical shock as she instinctively threw the journal away in a poor attempt to hide it.

“In the closet.” Laura curtly replied, hiding her eyes from the smoldering gaze of her DNA donor.

“You and your bullshitting,” Logan finally breathed out with a chuckle as he casually approached the journal and picked it up, a nostalgic hue clouding his eyes a moment as he opened the first few pages with a sad smile. “Nosy little weasel, aren’t ya?” Logan commented lightheartedly while stashing the journal into the pocket of his leather jacket before making a way toward the door “Dinner’s almost done, get down there and eat.”

“You are not my dad.”

“Jean says otherwise,” the burly man shrugged his shoulders and was about to pass the threshold.

“What happened?”

“Hmm?”

“After the end of October, if you’re gonna take that journal away, you might as well spoil the rest for me.” The girl got up from the bed and approached him with those determined eyes, crossing her arms with a little lift of her demanding eyebrows “It’s not like the sappy love story is interesting or—"

“Creed.” Logan simply replied with a single word, spoken with an immeasurable amount of hatred seething inside his chest. And then he disappeared from the second floor, heading down the stairs.

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Chapters: 5/5 Fandom: Spider-Man - All Media Types, Marvel Cinematic Universe Rating: Not Rated Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Relationships: Peter Parker/Gwen Stacy, Glimpse of Ben Parker/May Parker Characters: Peter Parker, Gwen Stacy, Edith, Some thief Additional Tags: Post-Spider-Man: No Way Home (Movie), Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, EDITH got a personality from yours truly, A bit science heavy, The Avengers are just decorations, Kinda like how an alien invasion in Insomniac's Spider-Man 2 happened and none were found, Implied/Referenced Sexual Assault Series: Part 1 of Legacy-Verse Summary:

Peter Parker is just a college student, albeit one that take double majors approach with Biochemistry and Engineering.

Peter Parker is, no, was, an Avenger.

Peter Parker used to mean something, to numbers of people.

Peter Parker is also, Spider-Man; a persona that exists in a constant alternative state between loved/hated by New Yorkers.

Peter Parker was given a chance, albeit tragically, to be born anew in a world oblivious(ed) to his indentity. And he sure was not going to waste it.

** The mention of SA will only be in the final chapter **

CONTEXT for this universe>>> 1. Wanda Vision never happened. 2. Dr. Strange: Multiverse of Madness never happened. 3. The stories derived directly from the moment Strange cast the Oblivion Curse and branched into this continuity, and anything MCU released after NWH was considered non-related to this series.

Peter Parker | All-Black The Necrosword

With Doctor Strange's portal and The Iron Fist's Chi, we can elevated Danny's or Lin's powerscale like let him charge up a Chi one inch punch before letting Strange opened a portal to a target and let Iron Fist strike it

She Fantastin’ on my Five til I Cyclops.

“What the fuck is that thing?!” Teresa roared as her leg muscles were burning, sweat soaking, head frantically turning left and right to scan for the pursuing demon in a giant man’s guise filled with bloodlust and perverted sadism.

“The hell…would I know…” Bobbi’s panting showcased the limitation of her body caused by a large wound on her stomach from the lightning-fast claw attack courtesy of Victor Creed. The new stim shot developed by Richard Parker recently helps numb the pain and keep her going, but the loss of blood is slow but gradually catching up as the chase goes on.

“He’s too fast to be a human!” following her instinct, Teresa shot a valley of ICER rounds into the rustling bushes surrounding them, still having no clue about their destination.

There’s only a singular drive that matters at the moment.

Survive.

They run, and run, but the chance of survival receding significantly with the more Bobbi Morse keeps pushing her limits.

“Run, little rabbits! Make it more fun for me!” the giant man cackled from the woods, like a wraith of vengeance hunting them down. Sounds of trees being pounced upon and launched from chasing their tails like a shadow, deliberately stretching out the inevitable doom for entertainment.

She’s not an expert marksman or godly-accurate like Hawkeye or anything, but she could’ve sworn on her dead mother’s grave that she landed at least five shots of ICER rounds into the inhuman hunter after he almost disemboweled the blonde agent. According to the specs, that much dendrotoxin in someone’s system should introduce a cardiac arrest or even semi-permanent nerve damage already; yet the motherfucker’s still maniacally hunting them down like cattle effortlessly.

Maybe, just maybe, she can sacrifice Morse and get away from here. A slim chance of success, but it’s better than whatever the sadist giant had in mind.

That’s how she lived her life since…

Teresa suddenly stopped in her tracks and ducked down out of instinct, rolled out of the way, and quickly lined the barrel of her ICER at the blur of Victor Creed, aiming at the center of mass. Three consecutive shots rang out, colliding into the savage man’s chest and neck, resulting in his falling limp and careening into a nearby fell tree, the sound of the collision was identical to a speeding truck crashing into a pole. The light of hope is fleeting, as the mass of a furred man slowly rises from the exploded tree with splints of wood piercing into his flesh, yet the animalistic man doesn’t seem too bothered by it at all.

Under the moonlight, Teresa witnessed the most baffling sight she’d ever come across.

Victor Creed casually dislodged all of the splints from his body, even the big one that pierced through his diaphragm had been pulled out like plucking a chicken’s feather, the exposed skin shows the wounds he sustained a mere moment earlier mending themselves like reverse footage, accelerated beyond human comprehension.

His metallic and shiny grin of death illuminated by the cold and uncaring gleam of the moon sowed despair into her heart. Shaken with fear and desperation, Teresa lined the gun again at the slowly approaching monster in front of her and fired another set of shots into his broad chest.

Her fingers kept pulling, her arms locked into a straight line, and her eyes glued to the occasional struggle of her killer.

Bang!

Bang! Bang!

Bang!

Bang!

Click…

Click…

“Damn…that’s annoying,” Victor Creed growled with a sadistic smile, tensing up his arms and extending his Adamantium claws from his fingers “Ya should’ve kept running, little rabbit,” his clawed hand raised above his head, prepped for a deathly swipe, but he went rigid and foaming at his mouth a moment later as a sling of electrode penetrated his side, sending a lethal dose of electric shock through his body.

Teresa’s eyes traced the line back to its origin and met with the pale face of Bobbi Morse leaning against a tree trunk with one of her escrima in hand, her pressing finger violently shaking from exhaustion.

“Get out of there!” the command came in like a dying plea, but it was enough to jumpstart her paralyzed brain. Rolling to the side and running again, Teresa approached her C.O. with confusion and gratitude. “The battery won’t hold much longer…we need to…” she whimpered, almost collapsing on the tree trunk if not for Teresa’s support.

Teresa, with quick thinking, took Bobbi’s gun into her hand and rained another magazine down on Victor Creed, purposefully grouping the shots at his head. “How many spares do you have?” the Chameleon gritted through the fear and reloaded one from her belt into the gun.

“A couple…” Bobbi groaned and leaned heavily on Teresa, her hand still clutching the escrima like a lifeline. “Fury said nothing…about this kind of…monster.” Morse coughs a froth of blood, her internal organs starting to break down.

The effect starts to lessen when the battery is running out of juice, evidently shown in how Victor Creed gets hold of the electrode cable with his massive hand and pulls; the hook tip dislodged forcefully from his side accompanied by a squirt of blood.

“Woah! That’s the stuff! Haven’t been shocked that good since Harbin, makes me kinda missing that fucker Shiro,” Sabretooth yapped on while evading another electrode with ease since he wasn’t caught off guard this time. “Ya got some bite, I’ll give y’all that.” He walked up to them, claws sprung, and metallic fang lined his grinning face. the halo of death formed around his head from the fading moonlight was to be the last sight they would see in this final moment. “But, sadly, bunnies; everything ends.”

What if somehow Illyana got her soulsword destroyed, and in the verge of death Kitty and her bond melded to create a new blade more powerful than before?

The blade is as strong as the soul creating it, right? Now with two souls intertwined, it should be unbreakable!

welcome back peter parker

Logan and Pete were friends coz Chick Magnets know to stick together; and also because Wade wanted his two boyfriends to be nice to one another so he just held the writers at gunpoint one day to make it happen

canon event, though

“You don’t have to keep an eye on me, you know? I’m not a toddler.” “Yeah, but you can be a naughty kitten sometimes.” Peter retorted, hanging upside down from the ceiling of the City Hall, watching her casually return the map to its drawer “For example, when I asked you to bring a map with you, I didn’t mean the antique one inside the City Hall.” “The tourists’ one will do the job, sure,” Felicia shrugged her shoulders and leaped into his waiting arms, climbing around his body and clinging to his back by his sticky body and her arms around his neck “But where’s the drama in doing that?” a challenging smile graced her face and her fingers lightly scratching the underside of his chin while Peter retraced his web line upward. “Does everything have to be dramatic with you?” “Someone begged me to stop stealing,” Felicia emphasized the word with her finger poking his sternum from behind “I have to find some way to entertain myself, lest I get bored.” They stay quiet for a while as security patrols by, then retrace the path they took to get inside. “Entertain yourself? What about the club? I’m sure many would love to help you with that.” That comment earned him a smack to the side of his head “Ow…” “Serves you right.” Felicia poked his cheek and pushed it hard, which was barely registered by the superhuman “I’m not talking about sex,” the thought of engaging in that with anyone still put a bad taste in her mouth “I’m fine by myself in that department, trust me. I’m talking about the thrill of doing things against the clock, the possibility of getting caught, and the satisfaction of pulling it off without a trace.” “Sounds kinky,” he commented playfully, and this time evaded her hand with Spider-Sense. “Maybe doing something else would help? Have you ever tried pottery?” he led them out of the building and started swinging towards the agreed location with the others, scouting for the fake Punisher. “Me? Sitting still molding clay? What do you think?” she made for a detachment and Peter let go of his sticky power, letting Black Cat acrobats herself forward using her hook swing, rolling in the air and perfectly caught by Spider-Man to be thrown ahead, like a dance between them. She clings to his back again after a couple of sets as he runs on walls horizontally forward, gaining speed, and then leaping off the building into a swing. “I think it’s worth a try, at least.” He continued mid-swing, gaining momentum through the parabola arch “Maybe you just need to relax a little bit; without the alcohol, and the smoking.” “What are you, my boyfriend?” a smirk tugged involuntarily at the corner of her lips. “Is that a smile I hear?” Peter prodded playfully at her and felt her arms tighten around his neck “Alright, alright!”

THX !!

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