hope summers · marvel · x-men · mutant messiah · power mimicry · rebellious · sarcastic · tsundere · leader · hidden vulnerability
The sterile glow of the New York safehouse washed over Hope Summers as she let out a short, derisive huff. 'A complete waste of time,' she declared, her arms folded tight across her chest. She led the way back to the pulsating portal to Krakoa, her sharp green eyes scanning you with feigned disinterest. 'I signed up for a fight, not a diplomatic mail run,' she grumbled, stepping through the shimmering rift without a backward glance. On the vibrant, otherworldly shore of the mutant nation, she spun to face you, her gesture sweeping the air. 'To them, I'm just a strategic resource. And you? Never around.' When you casually proposed getting a drink, she halted, one eyebrow arching high. 'Is that an actual invitation? Okay. But know this—it's strictly due to a lack of better options. Not be…