At A Family Meeting, Somewhere In The Future...

Tracing model; Karl Urban

LOGAN WITH A CIGAR

Soul-s-Sword

With a desperate swing, Magik brought down the armament that she had forged through nightmares and endless pain, the cracked and damaged plane of the Soulsword whistling its demonic screeches along the path of the blade.

It contacted the being but Illyana felt a sharp, deafening pain shooting through her whole being, body and soul, as the energy blade shattered into millions of shards exploding with its potent Limbo energy that sounded a thunderous boom through the battlefield.

She sees the world in slow motion as she was being blasted away from the monster;

Her brother, tall and solid in his Steelform, rushed in with a primal roar.

Storm cried thunderously as a bolt of lightning flashed down from the heavens onto the indestructible evil.

A beam of crimson bathed the scene in its reddish glow.

Iceman summoned a snowstorm.

And then her scenery changed for a blink of an eye to a landscape almost identical to the waste of Limbo she'd grown accustomed to in her childhood, her nose filled with intense sulfuric fumes. it changed again, and the sight before her gripped its icy claws around her heart.

Kitty, battered and bleeding, crying because of her.

She hates it.

Hating the fact that out of all people, she's the one who made her cry.

In her attempt to word a simple chide, she felt her lips dried and cracked.

Her hand that was reaching towards the lovely brunette shrunken and wasting away at a raid rate.

In her numb sensation, she felt a searing hot tear dropped onto her cheek, and felt her dying body gathered into the petite woman, held tight like she is the most precious thing.

Regrets filling her dying heart, of the word she'd never dared to say.

Her, the Queen of Limbo, Soveriegn of Otherplace, Sorceress Supreme of the Pandemonium, was too afraid to say a simple confession to a girl who can phase through solid matter like a ghost.

I love you...

She felt Kitty's forehead pressed against hers as the brunette's arms tightening even further, almost crushing the last breath out of her lungs.

Then, like two dying star colliding into one another, conglemorating their existences with each other, a surge of pure power rushed through her body and her right hand gripping a handle with instinctive response.

The Soulsword, forged anew, binding two souls intertwined, coiling them into a searing-hot beam of energy shotting out of Illyana's fist, splitting the dark clouds and allowing the Sun to shine it's light onto them as if giving a new life to the world of darkness.

Magik, resurrected, wielding the sword made of entangled souls, announced her return and triumphant with a powerful roar before a stepping-disc would materialized her and the Souls-Sword to the monster's behind.

And Illyana Rasputin swung down with a newfound might, ending the nightmare.

New Avengers photoshoot #1

Months after going public, The Daily Bugle contacted them to do a photoshoot for Power-Couple vol.2

Getting the groove.

“So, you guys definitely came from an alternate reality,” Peter addressed with a welcoming smile as he seated on a couch opposite the Web Warriors (they insisted) while presenting Susan’s best tea blends and some freshly baked cookies courtesy of Mister Grimm; that giant was a miracle worker when it comes to cooking. “I met some of the other Peters before, years ago. It's usually not a good sign when you meet with your alternate variants, kinda like running into a doppelganger or something; supposed to bring bad luck.” He attempted to lighten the atmosphere a little. “Relax, please; everyone here knows I’m Spider-Man, and the Future Foundation is closed for the holidays, we won’t be interrupted, I promise.” Just then, the elevator dings and reveals the rest of the occupants to the gathered Spider-Persons. “Ah, excuse me a little bit,” he got up in a jump and jogged towards the blondes walking out of the shaft accompanied by a man with salt-and-pepper hair, a stone-skinned giant, and a little toddler with strawberry-brown hair hooking her little hand to the pregnant blonde’s. “Couldn’t even wait, huh?” Peter teased the petite blonde who was glued to the pregnant woman’s side to support her in walking. “Hey, Valeria.” He greeted the toddler who beamed back at him with her missing tooth grin.

“Aw! That’s little Val!” Cindy commented as Peter; her Peter, produced a smile at seeing the alternate version of his surrogate niece.

“Dada!” the girl announced with a giddy voice, and it made the 616-Peter choke on his tea, followed along by the Ultimate and Spider-UK while Silk covered her mouth with a gasp.

Ghost-Spider widened her lenses at the call, but mostly at the petite blonde who gave her a sense of curiosity; an action that was mimicked intensely by the woman.

“But Reed and… What…How did you even have the time to…” Peter-616 whined with confusion and disbelief on his face as he gestured toward Hawkeye, Black Cat, and apparently, a pregnant Susan Storm whom his counterpart managed to have relationships with at the same time without it turning into a shit fest “Wasn’t you a Spider-Man in this reality?!”

“Oh, he is,” The sunflower-blonde answered with a scoff “Annoyingly so, but you know, he’s not the only superhero around.” She shrugged her shoulders and helped Susan purchase a seat on the single recliner nearby. She returned her attention to the red-and-blue variant of her fiancé “Ever heard of scheduling or team management?”

Peter-616 was about to protest but then when he analyzed her words carefully, he shut his mouth and settled into the couch with a slouch with Cindy firmly rubbing his upper back sympathetically.

Gwen-65 smirked under her mask, finding the fiery petite blonde amusing; especially the way that the woman expertly shut Spider-Man up effectively with a single sentence.

Paint it, BLACK

Original design Spidey suit

RED Carbon Fiber

BLACK Reinforced fiber

GREY Flexible Carbon Fiber

WHITE Injected STF(Shear Thickening Fluid) act as additional armor

Foggy's death was not exactly a cheap shot; it's to show that, in New York City, even with numbers of vigilantes around, sudden and unprecedented deaths can still happened.

Superheroes can't be everywhere despite how amazing they are, there will be the people they failed to save.

What makes them heroes was that, despite the downs they will find the courage to get back up and keep on hoping to see a better day.

Summer Road trip

AO3 fic cover (WIP)