Blink.
Blink blink.
"You...what?" It took a great deal to shock or stun Christina Frost but this man, this Bruce Gotham, had just done it where homicidal living islands and weirdos with syringes of mutant making serum couldn't. Just a few weeks ago, she'd been reunited with her dad, with Namor. She'd set aside any idea of finding out who had biologically contributed to her existence and suddenly someone was standing at her door, handing her flowers, claiming her.
Her only reaction was hurt.
"Where were you when I legitimately needed my father? And what the hell do you want now?" She held the flowers, but looked at him with eyes far older than her twenty-one years.
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