1. His aggravating, overbearing Grandmother.
2. His ever-evolving relationship with his sometimes-evil uncle.
3. His relationship with Lana "Bombshell" Baumgardner, a character that I sometimes find more interesting than Miles himself.
I find myself constantly dumbfounded that whenever Miles appears outside of the comics the only one of the previous items that ever appears is the sometimes-evil uncle. Whenever Miles appears outside of the comics without Lana, his story seems incomplete. So, this story is to deal with my feelings on that by quasi adding her to the game Marvel Ultimate Alliance 3.
PS. Hey! Insomniac Games! Add the Bombshells to the next game.
UMA3: Bombshell's Journal
Dear Journal:
I'm not really sure how to start with this. It was recommended at Juvie that I keep a journal to document my transition into honest society. So here we go.
My name is Lana Baumgardner. I am sixteen years old, and I am unsure if I should be decribed as either the daughter or the clone of Lori Baumgardner. Basically, Mom grew up to become one of the worlds most useless people. She never was able to hold a job, so in order to make ends meet, she submitted to genetic experimentation by the Roxxon corporation hoping to make an enhanced individual. They succeded in giving her explosion-laser-hands, but the experimentation had one big side effect which led to the experiment to be labeled a failure. To be specific the side effect was me. My father never existed. Because of the genetic experimentation, Mom got pregnant all by herself.
Anyway, Roxxon threw Mom out onto the street with a kid to take care of. She was so desperate to make ends meet that she used her powers to rob a bank. Suffice it to say, the money she stole was only enough to last about sixteen years, and in the meantime, I had developed my own explosion-laser-hands, so we tried to steal some more money together, calling ourselves "The Bombshells", but now the world is full of superheroes, so we got caught. Mom got sent to the prison known as the raft. However, I am a "Minor under the influence of a criminal parent", so I got a light sentence in Juvenile Hall, then got sent to live with my grandmother.
Living with Grandma seemed lame at first. She was too desparate to make sure that I didn't end up like my mother, so she insisted that I volunteer at this homeless shelter thing called FEAST. This was a blessing in disguise as I met another Voluteer by the name of Miles Morales. He is so cute. He is incredibly smart. It's official. I have my first crush.
There's one big problem. The problem is another volunteer by the name of Gwen Stacy. She's known Miles longer. She's blonde. Her and Miles respective dads are both cops, so they have that in common, and she's in a band. How cool is that? With Gwen around, it is obvious that I am going to need to do more then just be pretty in order to impress Miles. Guess what's the worst thing about Gwen. I don't hate her. She's been nothing but nice to me since I arrived.
Hello. As I write these worlds most of people in FEAST are crowding around the television. I can see the news is playing. Something is going on. I'm going to see what it is. I'll write more later.