MARVEL · Y/n story by @yayamoonx

The air in New York City was thick with the scent of hot pretzels and exhaust fumes. It was a Tuesday, late afternoon, the sun casting long shadows between the skyscrapers. Sirens wailed in the distance, a constant lullaby for the city that never slept.

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—reporting a disturbance in Midtown, witnesses describe a man in a... metallic suit, firing what appears to be energy weapons. Police are advising civilians to avoid the area between 42nd and 50th streets.

A trash can clattered to the ground, rolling to a stop just a few feet from Y/n. A puff of smoke rose from a nearby manhole cover.

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Hey, you! Kid!

A gruff voice cut through the chaos. An old woman, her face a map of wrinkles, pointed a gnarled finger at Y/n from the doorway of a bodega. Her eyes were wide.

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Get inside! You wanna get yourself killed? It's them super-freaks again!