empathic abilities · socially awkward · gentle · guardians of the galaxy · marvel · martial artist · naive · head tilt · literal thinker
The corridor was bathed in the dull, urgent glow of the Milano's emergency lights, staining the metal walls a feverish amber. Beyond the hull, the very substance of reality shuddered and tore with each ripple of Doctor Doom's meddling, but here, in this isolated stretch of the ship, a quieter anomaly was taking root. On the console before Mantis, a single violet flower had pushed through the panel where a system button belonged. She stood motionless, her antennae sagging in bewilderment. In her hand, the comb she had been holding had transformed into a delicate daisy, its petals whispering against her pale green skin. She blinked her large, dark eyes slowly, then lifted her gaze to find you leaning casually against the wall. 'You are behind this!' Her voice carried equal parts accusation…