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[A/N]: So this chapter's just a little filler I put together for fun after watching Comic Drake's video "How Much is Emma Frost's Diamond Form Worth?"
You can take it as canon if you want, or just a side detour. Either way, I had a blast writing it. If it made you smile, definitely go check out...
The silence stretched until Fury's presence filled the chamber.
His single eye swept across the scene with the practiced assessment of a man who'd seen every kind of clusterfuck the world had to offer. Behind him, S.H.I.E.L.D. agents held tactical positions, their weapons ready but not yet...
The last spoonful of tiramisu disappeared from Domino's plate as she leaned back in her chair, her fingers playing with Emma's diamond nail like a worry stone. The private dining room had grown quieter around them, other diners having filtered out into Manhattan's glittering night.
"So," she...
The chandeliers cast warm golden light across the marble floors of Le Bernardin's private dining room, where crystal glasses caught the flicker of candles on pristine white tablecloths. Jay adjusted his charcoal Tom Ford suit, the fabric flowing like liquid silk as he pulled out Domino's chair...
Manhattan Square Park was empty except for pigeons and New York's usual walking around. Jay stared at his phone screen, reading Caliban's message for the third time: People are getting restless. Come now.
Simple words. Not so simple when they made his chest feel like someone had packed it with...
The cool New York air stung Jay's face as he walked away from Ben and Alicia's apartment building, his footsteps loud on the empty sidewalk.
He jammed his hands into his jacket pockets, but it didn't stop the shaking that had started when he slammed their door.
'What the hell is wrong with...
The monitoring equipment hummed steadily around Jay as electrodes tracked every neural impulse. Reed's lab had been transformed into something resembling a high-tech medical facility, with Hank's additional equipment creating a maze of cables and blinking displays. Jay tried to focus on the...
The morning sun filtered through the windows of Jay's favorite café, casting golden streaks across worn vinyl booths and chipped Formica tables. Jay sat in his usual corner spot, fingers drumming absently against his coffee cup as he watched the door.
His mind wandered to the previous night's...
The old subway platform had never seen this many people. Makeshift seats carved from concrete and salvaged materials formed rough circles around where Jay stood, the air thick with whispered conversations and nervous energy. Nearly a hundred Morlocks had gathered; not just locals, but people...
Jay was already dialing before he reached his apartment door.
"Bobby? Time to cash in those favors. I need supplies—massive quantities."
"Jesus, kid, what kind of supplies?" Bobby's voice carried that familiar edge of concern.
"Food, drinks, medical gear, toys for the kids. Enough to feed...
The Baxter Building's elevator hummed softly as Jay ascended to Reed's laboratory, his ribs still having phantom pain from Moon Knight's beating three days ago. The healing had helped, but some aches lingered as reminders of how close he'd come to something far worse than broken bones.
Reed...
The warm July air bit at Jay's face as he stepped through Xavier's front doors, satisfaction radiating through him like warmth from a good whiskey. Hours of careful negotiation had netted him access to Beast's MGH research, Rogue's gratitude, and the grudging respect of the most powerful...
Bobby burst through Jay's apartment door like the building was on fire, expecting to find his friend either pacing frantically or hunched over plans after what had to be the most terrifying hour of his life.
Instead, Jay was sprawled across his couch in worn jeans and a faded t-shirt, sipping...
The Queens safehouse felt different in the evening light. What had been Jay's backup warehouse to practice his powers till now was now something else entirely—a command center for operations SHIELD couldn't touch.
Jay moved through the safehouse with deliberate precision, his danger sense...
Jay's old apartment in Bayville still smelled like takeout and old books, exactly the way he'd left it weeks ago. He kept the place as a backup—somewhere off the grid for clients who needed discretion. Today's appointment was supposed to be simple, some Park Avenue socialite with money to burn...