The Many Loves of Spider-Man

The Epicenter of Love (Amara Aquilla, aka Magma)

She sighed, walking aimlessly near the Green Lagoon with her feet seemingly carrying her to the next location. She couldn't stand this place any longer, the hypocrisy of the Quiet Council of Krakoa only made her want to puke. She felt ignored through the lushes of green that surrounded her. She did stop however, her eyes lost in the beauty of the lagoon that was in front of her. She sat on top of a log, her brilliant obsidian heel protecting her feet from touching the water of the lagoon.

She couldn't understand the people that she and the others were following. Their reasoning escaped her mind, because it was the same thing that humans did to mutants. Now they were incarcerating each other, the Pit of Exiles was like a tumor that didn't want to leave her memories. It made her think if things were actually changing for the better. But they never listen to them, only acknowledging them when they need help because of the convenience of their powers.

"What can we do to make them listen...?" She trailed her voice out in a whisper, her violet obsidian earrings swinging back and forth thanks to the soft wind that suddenly passed through. She was thankful that when her powers were active she didn't have to worry about her hair, though she has tried to keep it very short because of those moments. Her dress was narrowly dodging the water of the lagoon, the brilliant obsidian dress made from the cooled-off magma of her body only covering the right area of her upper body. She was not ashamed to expose her body when her powers were active, but she would get easily flustered if she was wearing this dress without her powers.

"But what if they don't want to listen?" She jumped slightly, her head almost snapping because of the whiplash she created by herself. Her eyes laid on the black suit of the arachnid hero, and didn't let her get started on the red spider symbol that was primarily on his right arm and extended to the back and the chest. She had to admit that she liked the suit that Emma Frost had ordered for the original arachnid hero. "Sorry for interrupting your time, but I really need some kind of distraction"

She would have expressed her confusion, but since her powers were active, it was very hard to notice. But she was really confused, the hero's last words made her think deeply. She never knew the man behind the man nor did she ever cared in the past, but she knew that the hero was the epitome of having problems. And while she wanted to know what was happening with the Web-Head, as Logan would normally call the hero, she knew that it was probably something personal that shouldn't matter to her.

"It's alright... Logan has told us that you are not a hero that likes to party much" She commented, with the arachnid hero sheepishly scratching his neck. She could see some aspect of him that she actually liked, though she had to admit to herself that the gossip surrounding the arachnid hero she had heard from other females was more true than she would admit to herself. The hero was very well built physically and had quite the ass, one that she was sure could rival most of the females on Krakoa. "But... You were saying something, right?"

"You were talking about the ones in your council, of how the problem still persists here in your land..." She didn't say anything, the hero had hit the bullseye with his guess. She only watched as the hero slowly approached her side and sat besides her, though a few inches in between. "Hope you don't mind..." She smiled, shaking her head slowly to silently tell the hero that she didn't mind. She was intrigued about what he had to say about what was happening at Krakoa or rather, what she thinks will happen to Krakoa sooner or later. "I think you already know of this, but people that have power always want to control those around them"

She had to admit it, she didn't want to think it was because of such a straightforward answer. But the more she tried to think about it, the more truth she could see from his words. Some of her friends that were now in high positions around Krakoa or were actually in the council like Jean and Ororo, had changed completely. She could barely recognize them compared to before Krakoa was formed. Power really did change people for the worst, and she has already seen the changes that are caused because of it. It didn't matter where she would go, there were always people judging her behind her back. And she was tired of that.

"You think that I could go back to the states?" She asked softly, the quivers of her shoulders moving the obsidian like dress a bit, but not by much. She breathed in and out, relaxing her breathing pattern to calm down her emotions. She reminisced about the times where she was happy in the states with her family, times where everything was easier for her. But could she actually have that happiness back in her life, a life that had transformed her into what she currently was.

"I don't think... I know you could go back" She sniffed a bit, her smile widening ever so slightly. She had to admit to herself, once more, that he was more than meets the eyes. Maybe he would be the guiding light that would be able to make her days out of Krakoa worth living. She accommodated her obsidian dress quite a bit, with the dress now covering the left area of her upper body before she shifted into her more human form. She got closer to the arachnid hero and reclined her head against his shoulder. Her short blonde hair and her fair skin glistened brightly thanks to the light of the stars. She didn't say anything else, only enjoying her last night in Krakoa before she finally leaves and returns to the states. She just hopes that the hero would take a bit of his time to at least talk or spend time with her.