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Anonymous No.717796394
>>717795762
As a Marvel Citizen, we finally have a chance to actually help a Superheroine.

With Sex.
/co/ - Thread 149057991
Anonymous No.149057991
> Be me, Miles Morales.
> Swinging through Brooklyn, good vibes, good music. See Kamala Khan, Ms. Marvel, doing her thing downtown. Helping folks, being a genuinely good person. She’s the best.
> Then this black Bugatti rolls up, like a low-flying, expensive brick. Everyone stops.
> Out steps Andrew Tate. Bald head, silk shirt, that annoying swagger. Two huge bodyguards. My spider-sense buzzes, not for danger, just… a headache.
> He strides right up to Kamala. "So this is the 'community hero' I hear about? Always reacting, playing by others' rules."
> Kamala crosses her arms, sharp. "I help people, sir."
> Tate scoffs. "Helping within the matrix. You use your powers for 'good,' when you could be dictating reality. Where's the masculine frame in your ambition? The will to command?"
> My fists clench. This guy’s trashing her selflessness.
> Kamala frowns. "My power is about making a difference, not 'commanding' anyone."
> "A difference prescribed by others," Tate purrs. "Imagine true dominance. You could reshape your world. No more reacting; you start the fires and control where they spread."
> He offers his hand. "Come. Let me show you what real power feels like, Kamala Khan. Beyond 'heroism.' Beyond the matrix."
> I ready to web him. But then... Kamala looks at his hand. A dangerous curiosity flashes in her eyes. Not anger, not disgust. Just pure fascination.
> She looks at the stunned crowd, then back at him. The allure of effortless control, of a world without struggle, seems to hit her.
> Slowly, deliberately, Kamala reaches out.
> She takes his hand.
> Tate grins, a triumphant, predatory flash. He squeezes her hand, possessively, and guides her towards the Bugatti. "Excellent choice, Kamala Khan. Your true journey begins now. Beyond the masks, beyond the rules, beyond the matrix."
> I’m frozen on the fire escape. My spider-sense screams, but for a threat I can't punch. Kamala. My friend Kamala. Walking away with him. Her hand in his.