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<span class="mu-b">“Come now, Callisto. It is a beautiful day out. A bit of sun and fresh air would do you good.”</span> Storm put in. <span class="mu-b">“And hopefully, it would do away with that dour disposition of yours.”</span>
<span class="mu-r">“Ooh, I like her.”</span>
<span class="mu-g">“Everyone usually does.”</span> Callisto muttered.
<span class="mu-r">“I heard you played a big part in taking out a decent chunk of Doom’s robots during the attack. Thanks for that.”</span> you said, extending a hand towards the X-Man.
Storm’s cloudy eyes widened a bit in surprise, but she quickly recovered and gripped your hand.
<span class="mu-b">“Your gratitude is appreciated, but you do not need to thank me. This city is our home as well, and it is our duty to protect it.”</span>
Holy shit. You did not expect to be shaking hands with an X-Man and weather goddess when you woke up this morning. It was one thing to expect the unexpected, but every now and then, the twists and turns in your life were severe and sudden enough to catch even you off guard.
If she had a third friend hiding somewhere, you’d have enough for doubles tennis. It’d feel reassuring to have someone suffering alongside you when you inevitably got creamed. Misery loves company.
<span class="mu-r">“You see? <span class="mu-i">This</span> is how you take a compliment.”</span> you told Callisto, still shaking Storm’s hand.
The girl rolled her one good eye.
<span class="mu-g">“Storm, can you just give him an autograph already so he can hurry on and get out of here?”</span> she asked, sitting back down in her chair.
<span class="mu-b">“And what of your other guests?”</span> she said, looking at Joy and the Stacys.
<span class="mu-g">“Right. Joy, this is Storm. She’s an X-Man, one of the mutant poster girls, and a generally decent person. Storm, this is Joy. She’s a clone of the girl behind her, and someone I’ve been looking after these past few weeks.”</span> Callisto explained.
<span class="mu-g">“Oh. And the old guy is her dad, I guess. Or…they’re both his daughters. I’m not sure how all that works.”</span> she said, almost as an afterthought.
<span class="mu-g">“Us neither.”</span> Gwen put in, laughing nervously as she turned to smile at Storm. <span class="mu-g">“Hi, I’m Gwen. Can I just say that I love your outfit?”</span>
The two women shook hands, and Gwen’s dad shared a respectful nod with the weather witch.
<span class="mu-b">“Thank you. They are custom made. I wonder if Maria Hill would allow you to make modifications to your own uniform.”</span> Storm said.
Gwen stared dumbly at her for a moment, before the meaning of her words fully sank in.
<span class="mu-g">“Huh? Oh! No, well…I haven’t exactly finished designing my costume yet, and since I’m on duty, I had to wear <span class="mu-i">something</span>, so…”</span>
<span class="mu-b">“There’s nothing wrong with having a proper uniform, Gwen.”</span> George stated.
Storm nodded her agreement.
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