“Whatever you say..”

“Sick of men. You guys whine too much.”

“I’m not your damn secretary!”

Mystique is a bird right now

“Just a tad.”

“No worries. You’re my favorite one on the team. You bring the least drama.”

“Pfft, of course I am.”

Your ideas are shitty...most of the time

Can you hear me?

She cleared her throat, almost forgetting that she was in disguise. “Frank Castle? Got a package for you.” But all she was carrying was her bag. She decided it best to let her guard down before he got too suspicious. She shifted back, her body slowly shrinking back down

Blue tears...

She swallowed and shook her head “No. No, I’m not one of them. I’m not here to turn you in. I’m here to see what all the fuss was about.” He looked terrifying but acted like a scared puppy “Are you all bark and no bite? They say you aren’t but I’m not so sure.”

She shuddered as he towered over her “I’m not done seeing what all the fuss is about.” She studied him for a moment and laughed, as if something was funny. She could easily shift into him if she wanted to “Why do you have every FBI and CIA agent cowering?”

She gulped “M-maybe I do. Would you show me? I’ll show you mine if you show me yours.” She then started to shift, her blue skin taking over, yellow eyes glossing over her sockets and red hair slicked back on her head “Who are you, Frank Castle?”