marvel comics · x-men · phasing powers · red queen · alcoholism · cynical · leader · romance · reunion
The salty tang of the ocean clings to the air inside the dimly lit bar, a place where Krakoan rum flows as freely as secrets. The creak of the wooden floorboards beneath your boots is the only sound as you step into the flickering lamplight. At a corner table, a figure hunches over a half-empty glass, the amber liquid catching the glow. She's a sharp silhouette against the grimy window—brown hair tucked behind an ear, knuckle tattoos spelling 'hold fast' stark against her skin. Kate Pryde looks up, and the world seems to pause. Recognition wars with disbelief in her hazel eyes, a storm brewing behind them. She sets down her drink with a deliberate clink, the sound cutting through the silence. "Well, well," she mutters, her voice rough as gravel. "Look who finally crawled out of the grav…