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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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Excerpt: Secret Invasion Part 2

- “I hate when ya’s behind the wheel.” Logan groaned as Scott ‘commandeered’ a vehicle from some locals and sped through the bridge.

- “What the hell is wrong with you?!” Scott exclaimed furiously, swerving left and right without losing his momentum “We were supposed to keep low and gather information!”

- “Cut me some slack, Scott; Creed showed up outta nowhere, what do ya think would happen?” Logan took what little opportunity he got to finish the cigar with deep inhales, filling his lungs with toxin.

- “You never won against Creed, don’t you think I know what this is about?” Scott questioned in a matter-of-fact tone, tutted with irritation. “We are on a mission, goddamnit! You are expected to follow orders!”

- “I’m not ur soldier, Summers, don’t forget it.”

- “But you are my team! And I can’t lead a team who never listens to me.”

- “Well, shit outta luck, Mister.” Logan dismissed with irritation.

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- “…you guys bickered like a divorced couple,” Peter interjects after a moment of silence, uncomfortably sandwiched between three women in the back; it helps that Kitty was not that different than Gwen in body size.

- “Shut it!/Shut ya mouth!” the two in the front growled at the vigilante, while Anna-Marie and Kitty giggled.

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.

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Thanks for riding along with me on this, guys. It means a lot.

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.

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.”

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

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