“Aside From Spying On Me, You Mean,” Norman Cut In, Face Still Harboring A Grin, But His Eyes Turned
“Aside from spying on me, you mean,” Norman cut in, face still harboring a grin, but his eyes turned cold and calculated, boring their penetrating glare into her. “It’s not an acceptable thing to be doing, especially for one relying on a university’s scholarship such as yourself, Miss Stacy.” The words made her stop, and Gwen slowly turned towards the red-haired man who managed to instill an inexplicable dread and revulsion by the cloak-and-dagger nature he often operates in, as well as the recount she’d heard from her boyfriend about his maniacal counterpart from another reality. “A scholarship that, I might add, relies heavily on OSCORP’s charitable donation for years now.” He drums his fingers onto the table’s surface in a rousing rhythm, harboring a triumphant grin on his face, then, he motioned for the seat where she’d just get out of “Maybe we can discuss the terms of conditions where I would not withdraw that donation in the near future? What do you say?”
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“How’s the dinner?” Logan asked her as they walked alongside one another on the edge of the lake, cones of ice cream in their hands. Storm got her white tank top on, showing her toned stomach, and low-waistline denim jeans, braving the summer sun casually while letting her silver hair flow freely with the caressing wind. She’s a sight to behold, everybody agrees on this, and many looked up to her as a goddess justifiably.
‘You know she fancies you, right?’
‘Yeah, sure, Furball.’ He mused with a chuckle.
“It’s my mother’s idea, actually,” Ororo relayed “She's an old friend with Queen Regent Ramonda, and both agree there’s no one else the Golden Tribe should be welcome as his consort.”
“So, it’s political?”
“Well, for the most part,” Ororo replied as they kept to the shades, enjoying the sounds of children and humans around them “T’Challa was not a bad man or anything, I've known him since we were children, but we are like siblings more than anything, and his eyes are set on someone else already,”
‘So does mine,’ Ororo muttered internally as she glanced sideways towards the long-living mutant, so manly and intimidating in visage that very few get to know the soft sides of his. He was a caring person despite his hard image of a brute; most of the girls in the Institute looked at him like their uncle and she saw many instances in which Logan also acted like their overprotective father without knowing.
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