Kamala's POV:
No matter how hard I try, I can't stop thinking about him. How he used people, he took their life energy... killing them slowly. It angers me, how could someone do such a horrendous act, and get away with it for 3 almost 4 months. No matter what I do, I can't stop the tears from flowing they slide down my face, leaving long and saddened streaks on my face. I wipe my eyes, but that does nothing. How do you call yourself a hero after letting so many die... I am no longer a hero but a vigilante, according to Captian Marvel... she left me here, left me to destroy myself... but why can't I hate her. Why can't I hate her or anybody, Bruno found it so easy to forget... no hate me... He left me. I thought through each of the times we had been with each other, all of the times we had played video games or when I discovered my powers. These thoughts caused me nothing but pain as more tears cascaded down. I have done more harm to the people of Jersey City than good...I should be the one locked up... well, I guess I wouldn't have to think about Bruno anymore... Actually, I would probably have lots of time on my hands to think about all the people I let down. Maybe I won't do that. I look up at the clock on my wall, seeing the time I quickly through on my suit so as not to think about who made it. Once on, I silently left my room via window, my brown hair tickling my face, causing me to giggle and slightly smile. Using my power, I embiggen my hand and grab a roof. Gently, I pull myself up and look out at the vast cityscape.
"I'm sorry, Jersey City, you deserve someone who can protect you, not some child in a costume pretending to fight crime," I whispered as more tears welled in my brown eyes blurring my vision. I don't know how long I sat there, but as the sun set filling the city with orange and yellow, I set off for home. I sigh no matter what I do I can't stop thinking about him, no them. I can't protect this city, no matter what the Avengers say or what the Champions say... I'm no hero... I'm just a freak, with stretchy limbs and a healing factor. "I'm not human." I couldn't focus on anything I stood on a roof gripping my skull with tears pouring out my eyes. "I just wanted to help people, looks like I can't even do that right" I screeched out as my body glowed gold, and my stomach grumbled and the world went dark.
Third person POV:
Ms.Marvel's form slumped as she passed out. Unbeknownst to her LockJaw witnessed it and immediately started barking, before traveling through a portal, landing at Attilan's palace gates. And there a beautiful lady stood her wild red hair flowing in an ethic manor at her feet. Lockjaw rapidly barked.
"Didn't I say she couldn't handle it. I hope Ahura is okay with a sibling maybe..." she said her green eyes shimmering with hope.
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Ms.Marvel's Stress
Fanfic[Notice]: Rewritten 2024 March: Make sure to reread! !CONTAINS CERTAIN THEMES YOU MAY NOT LIKE! DO NOT READ IF YOU DONT LIKE THEM OR THINK YOU WON'T! Ms. Marvel faces a large amount of stress and pressure as a new superhero and as a high school st...
