marvel.

“That look in your eyes— I know what it means. I see it everywhere I go. You want to ask me something, yet you hesitate. Why? Are you afraid I might hurt you?”

“it wasn’t a cult, alright? it was - more of a, uh - a commune.”

“At this point, we all deserve a vacation to like, Fiji or something.” Cassie rolled her eyes, letting out a long sigh as she looked up at Kamala. “I’m still so new to all of this and it’s already a lot. I don’t know how the Avengers do it.”

“Ms. Marvel,” Medusa returned to the Nuhuman, a soft smile on her face as she listened to what the girl had to say. She appreciated Kamala’s willingness to want to help however she could, although Medusa wasn’t sure where to even begin with accepting the offer. “I think it’s best that the Champions don’t get heavily involved with any of these affairs. Not publically yet, at least. I know that C.R.A.D.L.E. was technically disbanded, but I don’t think younger heroes are out of the fire quite yet. It would be useful to be on standby, though. If I’m being honest with you everything seems to be happening pretty quickly.”

“Thanks, Ms. Marvel.” Daisy smiled softly, making sure not to use her real name this time. She tended to forget that not everyone was out to the public. It had been several weeks since Pleasant Hill happened and the two hadn’t necessarily had the best last conversation. But Daisy really liked Kamala and felt bonded to her pretty quickly upon meeting. It was nice to relate it someone about the whole Nuhuman thing. It was a big adjustment for her to be introduced to New Attilan and that entire aspect of Inhumans that she’d missed out on. She’d always just assumed that Jiaying’s commune was it. “Of course, what’s up?”

Gross stuff in the past was a great way to describe the past few months. Pleasant Hill, C.R.A.D.L.E., Westview… It was nice to hear some good news for once, though. “That’s great! I’m really glad they released all of those kids in those ReEducation Centers. Hopefully they just drop all of this stuff all together soon.”

“Don’t worry, Ms. Marvel. Everything’s fine.” Clint insisted, but shortly after he said that, some of the acid tipped arrows corroded through the bag and all plopped onto the floor.

“you see, history is much more fascinating than you’d expect it to be.”

“Nope, stop right there. Before you say anything— this is just as confusing for me as it is for you. Scratch that— this is way more confusing for me. So just- don’t say anything stupid, alright?”

“Well, it’s a sandwich. Not as nice as night-pizza on a rooftop but— food is food.”

“alright, alright slow down. care to explain again?” “i didn’t say anything, eddie.” “i know that, now shut up. no, not you –”

“It more so just makes you sound naive if you really think things are gonna get better.”

“It’s adorable that you feel that way. I guess that’s what naivety does to you.”

“I don’t know, Kamala. I just have a really bad feeling. It’s hard to explain, but I think something bad is going to happen soon.”

“Trust me, be glad you weren’t there. Getting sucked into a make believe town and turned into a cheerleader was not on my bingo card for the year.” Cindy shrugged absentmindedly as she toyed around with her phone, opening up Pokemon Go. “I don’t think anyone’s upset that you weren’t there.”