𝐀𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐜𝐢𝐭𝐲 (𝐧.) - 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐦𝐭𝐡 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐒𝐮𝐧 𝐢𝐧 𝐖𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫 "𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐥𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐤 𝐢𝐭'𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐚 𝐭𝐨 𝐚𝐬𝐤 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐛𝐨𝐝𝐲 𝐰𝐡𝐨'𝐬 𝐭𝐫𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐤𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐲𝐨𝐮?" "𝐌𝐲 𝐦𝐨𝐦 𝐚𝐥𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐬𝐚𝐢𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝐦𝐲 𝐝𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦𝐬, 𝐝𝐨𝐥𝐥." Your 'roaring' twenties are supposed to be about opportunities, adventures, and memories you can look back on and laugh at when your older. But you never got that chance. It was ripped away from you that fateful year of 1963. You were kidnapped, beaten, experimented on, your entire life being erased and created anew. The creation of Apricity. The deadly dancer who relishes in the sunlight. Burning those who even catch a glimpse of her. *I DON'T OWN ANYTHING FROM MARVEL ALL RIGHTS RESERVED EXCEPT FOR CHARACTERS I CREATED GO TO THEM*