. Her time running from the law has come to an end. Now it's her chance to prove she's earned it.
Sequel of Redemption.
#20 in gaurdiansofthegalaxy 07/06/2021
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#21 in captainamerica 07/06/2021
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"You don't gotta shut me out Addie. I care bout what's going on with you."
"Then go ask Bucky. He's the one staying with you."
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Apparently Peter defined his 'help' as his best friend and girlfriend. MJ walks behind Peter through the doors of the Sanctum. Quiet wonder in her eyes as she soaking in the snowed in fortress hidden in the heart of New York. Ned, Peter's best friend, takes it in with far less restraint. "Oh my god" Ned's jaw is all but dragging over the floor "I cannot believe I am in the Sanctum Sanctorum."
Beside me, Strange bitterly mutters "Neither can I."
Slowly, I turn to glare at Strange "You broke the multiverse. You don't get to be sour."
"You were suppose to watch him."
"You went and did the spell behind Wong's back." His brows deepening, I smugly remove my phone from my pocket. "Thats right. I messaged Wong."
Strange stares at me for a long unforgiving moment, "You little rat."
"Ditto you sneaky little wizard."
"Okay" Peter pushes Ned by the shoulder's towards Strange and myself atop the stairs, away from what appears to be a very expensive goblet "Good news. Help is here."
"Good news?" Scoffing, Strange snaps down at them "Let's focus on the bad. As of now you have detected zero multiversal trespassers. So get on your phones, scour the internet and...Scooby doo this shit!"
"You're telling us what to do even though it was your spell that got screwed up?" MJ voices, tugging her beanie on a little tighter over her curls. With a tiny wave of her hand, she concludes "So... all of this is kinda your fault."
Leaning against the banister I make a point of catching Strange's furious eye. He can be pissy all he wants but he's the one who did the spell, ergo, wizards fault. Bluntly, he mutters "I regret ever meeting you." Tight smile on my lips, I reach to smooth out his red cape. My had swiftly retracting with a snicker when the cape smacks me away with a whip of its fabric.
