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In the shadow of the Cold War, tensions between global superpowers mirror a growing divide between humans and the emerging mutant population. Y/N Maximoff, a powerful mutant with abilities rooted in chaos magic and energy manipulation...
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The chaos was almost too much to take in. The air felt thick with power and rage as the fight erupted around you. You could feel the burning weight of the world, the very ground beneath you trembling with every attack, every move, every blow that was exchanged. The sounds of destruction filled the air—metal clashing, explosions echoing, the cries of pain and fury. It was a battlefield, and you were right in the heart of it.
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The plane had already taken off, but your eyes were locked on Psylocke, who sprinted toward it with relentless intent. Before she could get too far, you took a deep breath and let the blue glow of your magic surround you. You flew upwards, the wind whipping past your face, the power of your magic crackling in the air as you landed gracefully atop the roof.
"So, you're betraying us now?" Psylocke's voice rang out, sharp and filled with disbelief as she skidded to a stop in front of you.
"I am," you replied, your voice cold, resolute, as you raised your hands. A burst of magic shot from your palms, aiming directly for her.
But Psylocke wasn't one to back down. "You're not as strong as me," she sneered. "Apocalypse made me stronger."
With a flick of her wrist, she summoned her purple, glowing rope—an extension of her own deadly power—and shot it toward you like a whip.
You smirked, the fire of battle coursing through your veins. "Wanna bet?" you said, as you effortlessly stopped the rope in midair with a burst of your own magic. With a flick of your wrist, you sent her flying backward with a powerful blast.
In the midst of the chaos, Angel appeared, swooping down from the sky like a dark avenger. Before you could react, he snatched Psylocke out of the air and carried her away, heading straight for the plane. But Psylocke wasn't done yet. As they soared higher, she threw a shimmering, purple blade in your direction, the weapon glowing with deadly energy.
It caught you off guard.
"Shit!!" you yelled as the sword struck you, throwing you backward into the side of a building with a deafening crash.
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When the dust cleared, you could hear Apocalypse's voice calling out. "Charles! Show yourself!" The words were heavy, venomous, as the ground around you trembled. You moved the rubble around you, pushing it aside with a burst of magic. Your body ached from the impact, but your resolve remained firm.
You stood, your vision locked on the towering figure of Apocalypse, who loomed like an unstoppable force of nature. But you weren't alone. Peter appeared beside you, his super speed already in full swing as he launched himself at Apocalypse, delivering rapid punches that were nearly too fast for the human eye to follow.
But Apocalypse didn't flinch. Something grabbed Peter's foot, freezing him in place as if his speed meant nothing against the sheer power of the ancient mutant. Apocalypse twisted Peter's arm, causing him to scream out in pain. It was enough to send a surge of anger through you—rage that made your heart burn.
