marlow:

Marlow sat on a blanket on the private beach one morning not that long after the battle with Dormammu, staring out over the waves with her knees drawn up to her chest. She wore a button down shirt Sarah found for her, probably one of Griffin’s, over swimsuit bottoms. The wound she’d sustained from the Mindless Ones laser blasts was healing slowly. It made lifting her arms over her head hurt and pull on the healing flesh, so wearing her own tee shirts was out of the question for awhile.

She really wished she could heal herself. It was by far the worst thing that had happened to her up to now. Even with the odd magic boost, she couldn’t manage the most simple healing spell on herself.

mishaloganovich:

Misha flew back to New York after his overnight stop in Moscow to see Mom and Grandpa Ivan. He was there only long enough to shower and change before he packed the stealth suit into Darlene’s trunk and headed out to the institute. He didn’t see Justin at the penthouse, so he left a voice mail saying he wanted to get together and talk. Stark’s words were still fresh and Misha was smart enough to at least explore the idea the man had about asking for Justin’s help in tracking down Weapon X.

On his way home, he stopped at the pizza place in Salem Center to order two dozen pizzas to take back. While they had a hard time getting delivery at the Institute, the place was happy to do carryout orders for them. He was the main culprit for carryout at the institute, and always willing to share.

Arriving home, he carried it all into the dining room and put out the call that there was food and it was getting cold.

little_mermaid:

Kassia waited until Marrina was asleep.  The girls had decided to wait until morning to return to Canada, which was plenty of time for Kassia to decide that letting her father handle things wasn't something that she could do.  The longer she sat with her thoughts the more she grew angry and wanted the darkest justice of all: revenge.

She had so many names and contacts thanks to where she had grown up and the people she had met.  None of them seemed particularly trustworthy now, save for one.

Julian Howard.

<i>It's Kassia Frost, can you meet me somewhere tonight?</i>

The call was made quietly from the bathroom and if he agreed, she'd ask him to meet her at a coffee shop a few blocks from her hotel.

gildedcage:

Starbridge came out of the vision with a gasp and reached for his glass of water.

It had just a brief set of flashes, down a single path, this time. Of chasing after some Shi'ar warrior, through the halls of the Institute, and calling him a jackass. Starbridge, as he reflected, couldn't place the person, although he bore a passing resemblance to his royal cousins on his aunt's side. The guy had had Throwback hands, like Deathbird, like Starbridge.
Then Starbridge realized that 'his own' outstretched hand in the vision hadn't been his at all. Shorter fingers. Thin, frail nails.

Maybe it wasn't a vision. Maybe it was just a dream. After all, what could possibly be expected in that possible future, that Starbridge would have cosmetic surgery to get human hands?