Z. XI'AN COY MANH / KARMA.

“I’m afraid you might be looking for my sister, Betsy. I prefer to go by Captain Avalon nowadays.”

“I have tried seventeen different variety of your American pickles and none have proven to be a palatable. Richest country in the world can’t even pickle a simple cucumber.”

Amazing Baby cooed down at Rachel’s feet as she sat there outside of the Halal food truck she’d just ordered food from, and she grumbled to herself as she grabbed a piece of chicken and threw it to down to the Warwolf. “Save some for me, bud.” Her eyes drifted over to someone nearby who was staring. “What’s up?”

Donning his flat cap, Jake rolled his window down when he noticed the presence of someone standing on the curb outside of his cab. “You lookin’ for a ride? Or are you just going to keep standing there mirándome?

Marc walked through the exit of the Metropolitan Museum of Art and onto 5th Avenue, glaring daggers at Steven through the reflection of the doors as he stepped onto the sidewalk. “If you’re gonna shove me to the front when you’re at work, you gotta give me a warning next time, bud.” Turns out, shitty bosses weren’t exclusive to the museums in London. His new manager wasn’t nearly as demeaning as Donna, but Steven still found himself overwhelmed enough to take the backseat right in the middle of his last tour. Marc had to stumble his way through it with his bad imitation of Steven’s accent, but they were finally off. Sorry, mate. Couldn’t really help it. You know the last thing I’d want is for those poor museum guests to have to hear you give them a tour of the Art of Renaissance England.

“Yeah, yeah. Whatever. Where do you want me to pick up dinner? And I swear if you say that vegan hotdog place again I’m gonna walk us into traffic.” Marc stopped abruptly when he bumped into a passerby on the street, and prayed that they hadn’t just heard him having a conversation with himself. “Sorry, you okay?”

“It is quite the time for mutants, I agree. We are living in an unprecedented age. And outsiders’ opinions are of.. little matter to me.”

“No, he’ll come back at some point.” Gabby sighed softly, straightening up a bit as she looked up at Xi’an. “What’s up?”

“I watched a man dig an old ICEE cup out of that garbage can over there earlier and drink it,” Steven pointed to the nearby trashcan and grimaced, a soft chuckle escaping him. “The bloody thing had to have been so warm. Hot even.”

Bucky wasn’t so sure how much good there was in being able to possess people. As someone who had lost his bodily autonomy for what felt like his entire life, it was a sore subject. “And what good is that?”

“ - seems a pretty advanced prosthetic y’ got there.”

“And what about the petals?” Daisy was still catching up on her homework as far as learning about mutants, but she understood the importance of the Krakoan petals. And the several different pills that they eventually got pressed into for the benefit of humans.

“…It’s no that simple.”

“It shouldn’t be done period.”

“Not at all. I’m actually just waiting for someone to meet me here. I’m not expecting her for awhile, though. I was just kind of enjoying the people watching.”

“Me?” Synch questioned, raising his eyebrows with curiosity. “Not that I’m mad about it. I just don’t hear it often. What’s up?”

“You’re more noble than I would be with a power like that.”