Shadows and Secrets (A MCU FanFic)

Chapter 43: Parkour

trigger warning: dark themes that may be offensive or upsetting to some readers

Marjorie's POV

Marjorie had yet to accomplish her new goal in life—to get Bucky, her hot boyfriend, shirtless.

All in due time. She would get there eventually.

After all, Rome wasn't built in a day.

She was 113% sure he had awesome abs, though.

In an equally important note, Marjorie was going on the first mission she had with Bucky, which was basically a First Date when you were a superhero/vigilante.

She was trying to decide what to wear. Should she go practical, and dress for the time and place? Should she attempt to look pretty, or sexy? Should she wear what she normally would?

Unfortunately, she couldn't ask anyone in the tower. Marjorie knew that Nat would just tell her to wear gear; completely unnecessary considering Marjorie's powers, and was heavy and got in the way.

She couldn't ask her old friends, Wade was still ghosting her (annoying jackass), her ex girlfriend's friends were off-limits (and never her friends to begin with), and that just left Rei (who would actually be able to help with her fashion crisis).

But even though Rei was the most fashionable person she had ever met, it would be awkward just calling them out of the blue.

Marjorie had never been close with them, and only hung out with Rei because Erik pushed them together; they were both some of Erik's "favorites."

Erik picked a few promising students to be the next X-Men, and trained them to use their power safely. These "favorites" were typically the more powerful, but also the ones Erik personally liked, and, luckily, he didn't not take any bullshit, so they were all generally nicer and cooler students than some.

Marjorie had hung out with Rei more than any of the other "favorites," and aside from totally slaying, they had epic control over their powers.

The kind of control Marjorie wished she had.

Rei was a pyrokenetic; an overused and common power among mutants.

But they didn't just start fires, Rei could raise or lower the temperature of a room just by walking in it. They could spark tiny and presie flames, without seting anything else on fire.

Although Rei was pretty cool, Marjorie wasn't sure about randomly contacting them after not reaching out after months.

In the end, Marjorie went with a more average outfit, (for her, anyway,) a Taylor Swift Midnights sweatshirt that said the lyric "draw a cat eye sharp enough to kill a man," and dark denium shorts, black doc martens. And, of course, actual cat eyes in black eyeliner and matching midnight blue eye shadow.

A wasted mental breakdown, thought Marjorie. She hadn't needed to worry about contacting Rei.

Then again, most of my mental break downs are wasted. It's not like I can accully do anything about it; I'm immortal.

Well, actually: no.

Immortal or invulnerable?

She could get hurt, but she always healed (mostly) as good as new. So not invulnerable.

But she changed; Marjorie aged. So not immortal.

Then what?

Marjorie didn't know.