Chapter 14: The Gift of Warnings

Arc 1: Out of Shadows

*Disclaimer: I don't own any characters or anything Marvel-related, all I own are my OCs.

December 2009 - New York City

It's been 3 weeks. 3 long weeks since Cedric Harvey had heard any mention of The Monarchy. He hated to admit but Spark had gotten in his head. Every time something happened he thought it was the Monarchy finally getting ready to make their big attack but it wasn't. He didn't know what they were planning or what kind of resources they had at their disposal. But whatever they had planned or whatever they were gonna do, he was gonna stop them. And this time with help.

"Fire on 34th street, how far out are you?" Emmett asked as he sat inside his dorm at NYU on his laptop with a headset.

Meanwhile, as Emmett sat in the safe space of his college dorm, Cedric Harvey flew out through the sky, flying over the city clad in his suit as he felt the harsh, cold, crisp New York wind caress his mocha brown skin. He raised his hand over to the earpiece in his left ear and pressed down on the piece.

"I'm about 2 minutes out, I had to make a quick stop at Teo's Bodega. Some idiot was trying to rob the joint," Cedric said as he continued flying on.

"Teo's? Man, I love going to that place. They got the best tamales and-"

"Hotspot focus!" The Blur shouted, getting Emmett's attention and giving into the wish that Emmett had when Geofff and Cedric let him into their inner circle and formed their union.

"Right, right, right. Looks like you're approaching the fire," Cedric heard on the comms as he came to a screeching halt floating approximately 20 feet above the building. Luckily for him, Cedric had previously encountered something like this a few weeks ago so he knew what he needed to do.

He looked over the building looking for any citizens stuck inside the building. Luckily for him, there weren't any citizens just firefighters doing their jobs fighting the fire with their water hoses coming from their firetrucks.

"Captain Neal, please pull your back men! I can put this fire out!" The Blur shouted as he floated above while the Captain of the fire station that was looking to stop the fire.

"How do you know my name?" The Fire Captain said looking up at The Blur with a bewildered frown making Cedric simply chuckle.

"Your name is plastered on the back of your turnout coat. I read it," The Blur said as Captain Neal simply nodded his head.

"Can you stop this?" The Captain asked as Cedric locked eyes with him meeting his gaze.

"I believe I can but in order to do that I need your man to fall back. I need to make sure no one gets hurt."

The Captain nodded as he took a deep breath and lowered his head looking down at the ground as if he were in a perpetual dilemma. He was torn between two options: allowing his men to do their jobs or sit back and allow The Blur to come to the rescue.

"Alright everyone fall back! Fall back! Fall back!" The Captain shouted as his crew of firefighters traded glances with one another before they eventually listened to the words from their Fire Captain as they retreated allowing The Blur to go to work.

This simply allowed him to quickly fly around the building going in circles over and over and over creating a cyclone sucking the oxygen from the flame. On the sidewalk, several bystanders watched as the chaotic nature of the flames had slowly come to a close while the firefighters looked on in amazement. The same fire that they were struggling to put out with their fire hoses, he was able to put it out just like that.

The Black-and-Blue Blur descended to the sidewalk in front of the building looking on as smoke started to seep from the freshly extinguished fire.

"Good work today Captain, you and your team are heroes that we all should look up to," Cedric said as he offered a hand to the fire captain for him to shake. The Captain took a moment to shake the hand of the superpowered alien-human hybrid in front of him.

"No, you're the hero," The Captain said as The Blur simply shook his head as he withdrew his hand from the grip.

"I'm not a hero. I'm just a guy who wants to use his powers to lend a helping hand."

"Well, we sure do appreciate you. Me, my team, and the rest of this city. It's a shame that not everyone shares the same views," The Captain said as Cedric simply nodded.

"Thank you, Captain. That means a lot. Thank you for keeping this city safe. If you need me just look up, I'm always around," Cedric said as he backed up from the Captain and bolted up into the sky, the firefighters looked on watching as he flew off into the sky.

Joey/Kala's Apartment

"For years, I have been chasing a ghost. Or what I believed to be a ghost. For years I chased this ghost believing him to be more than that. People call me crazy for believing in such a thing but I knew in my heart what I believed. Before he was just a vigilante who hid in the shadows but continued to do what was right even when no one was looking. I realized he's much more than that. He's a symbol. He's a symbol of hope. His star means something. It's all some people have. It's all that gives them hope. And ever since he's saved me, he stopped hiding. He began to help people whenever no matter the time of day. He even began helping people internationally."

"I do believe in guardian angels and I believe that we were sent one. I believe that he is the guardian angel of Earth. My father once said that Dreams save us. Dreams lift us and transform us. And I believe that The Blur can be the one to lift us."

"Don't tell me you're writing about your other boyfriend again." Kala's train of thought was cut off as she looked up from her diary at her boyfriend walking into their living room buttoning up the buttons on his white dress shirt.

"Who's my other boyfriend?"

"The Blur, if that's what you're still calling him." Kala rolled her eyes and stood up walking towards Joey helping him button-up the buttons on his shirt.

"I have no other boyfriend besides you. You're the only one." Joey chuckled as he leaned down and gave her a quick kiss. Although she put some of his jealousy to rest, he still felt a bit of envy. Joey is a simple man. He's a human. He's normal. But The Blur was whatever The Blur was. He had powers. He had abilities. Faster than a speeding bullet. More powerful than a locomotive. Able to leap tall buildings in a single bound.

To put it simply, he was a super man. A god living among men.

Both of them were cut off when they heard Joey's phone ring cutting off their gaze into each other's eyes. Joey walked towards his phone and exhaled as he saw it was his partner.

"Alright, babe I gotta go. See you tonight," Joey gave Kala one more quick kiss before he grabbed his sports coat off the couch and ran out of the door while Kala stood there with a smile watching her boyfriend leave.

The 6'3, Alien-Human hybrid walked into the penthouse of his Aunt looking on with a smile on his face. This was his favorite time of the year being only a few days away from his favorite holiday of the year, Christmas.

Stepping into the house was like stepping into a magical, winter wonderland, busting with an explosion of Christmas decorations that seemingly filled every nook and cranny. It was a total holiday, takeover, transforming the interior into a whimsical, winter paradise that whisked visitors away into a festive dreamland.

As Cedric walked into the penthouse, he was greeted by a warm, inviting glow emanating from twinkling fairy lights that adorned the entryway. The walls were decked out with garlands, entwined with ribbons and ornaments, creating a lush and vibrant backdrop. Right in the heart of the living area stood a majestic Christmas tree, reaching for the sky. It was decked to the nines with sparkling baubles, delicate snowflakes, and an array of colorful ornaments. Cascading ribbons and garlands elegantly dressed the tree, and a shiny star perched proudly on top.

The penthouse exuded an incredibly cozy vibe, with multiple fireplaces crackling and casting a mesmerizing glow. The mantels were artfully decorated with personalized stockings, each one belonging to a family member or friend. The air carried the delightful scent of pine and cinnamon, thanks to the crackling logs.

Every corner of the penthouse was adorned with festive accents. The luxurious sofas and armchairs were adorned with plush holiday-themed throw pillows and cozy blankets, beckoning guests to sink in and soak up the warmth of the season. Coffee tables and side tables showcased intricate Christmas village displays, complete with adorable miniature houses, tiny figurines, and a delightful train set whizzing around the scene.

The dining area was a sight to behold. A table fit for a feast was beautifully set with fine china, sparkling crystal glassware, and gleaming silverware. A centerpiece made of fresh pine, holly, and poinsettias cascaded along the length of the table, accompanied by twinkling tea lights. Each place setting boasted festive napkin rings and individual Christmas crackers, eagerly awaiting the joyous moment of being pulled open.

Throughout the penthouse, strands of multicolored lights were draped along the ceiling, casting a soft and enchanting glow. Delicate paper snowflakes and shimmering icicles hung gracefully from chandeliers and light fixtures, invoking a sense of a winter wonderland.

The bedrooms maintained the holiday magic. Each room was adorned with themed decorations, from bedding adorned with snowflake patterns to festive wreaths gracing the doors. Stockings hung from the foot of each bed, ready to be filled with surprises from Santa Claus.

The penthouse's expansive windows offered breathtaking views of the city skyline, now enhanced by the vibrant glow of Christmas lights. The exterior balconies were decked with garlands and wreaths, creating a festive display that could be admired from afar.

In this penthouse plastered with Christmas decorations, the holiday spirit came alive, immersing everyone in a world of joy and celebration. It was a place where memories were made, laughter filled the air, and the enchantment of the season was embraced with all hearts.

"Auntie, you have outdone yourself this time," Cedric commented to himself as he walked further into the home with a load of wrapped boxes. He had just wrapped up on some more Christmas shopping and he was glad that there were only 2 more days till the big day. This entire holiday had been a financial and emotional drag. But for some strange reason, he's loved every single minute of it. This was his favorite holiday. It was the only holiday when his family could get together, his entire family, and they could celebrate the holidays.

However, there was one member of his family who couldn't be in attendance. If he could honestly consider him family anymore. The cousin he had once loved was gone. Dead. His physical body may be present but his soul was dead. The man that he looked up to growing up was no longer present and probably would never be present again. He just wished he could find an easy way to tell his aunt that her son was alive but he wasn't the son that she loved and raised. As far he could tell, he was a demon who had possessed the body of his cousin.

"I didn't think you were going to be home so soon," Cedric heard making him turn around to see Mikayla standing there with a towel wrapped around he body as her hair dripped with water droplets. Cedric looked at her, mouth wide open in shock from seeing her body wrapped in the towel. He had to try his best to resist to urge to use that X-ray vision of his to see what was underneath the towel.

"Yeah, I wrapped up my shopping a little early. You getting dressed for the party later?"

"I was until I heard you come in and then I had other ideas," she said biting her lip as Cedric's caramel-like skin tone could not even hide the rosy hue on his cheeks.

"W-What ideas?"

"I think you're a smart man, come figure it out," she said raising a brow in a sultry tone as she turned making her way back to her bedroom. Cedric gulped as he looked at her eyes, glued to her hips putting him in a trance.

"You coming?" she called back to him, breaking him out of the trance as he looked on.

"Y-Y-Yes ma'am," he quickly answered as he moved swiftly making his way towards her almost as if he used his super speed, leaving the boxes where he sat them on the table.

Miles stood inside his luxurious home office with a frown on his face with a glass of scotch in his grasp as he looked down at a map of the city. He was just days away from executing his master plan to strike fear into the hearts and minds of every single citizen in the city and let the entire world know that he was a force to be reckoned with. This was his way of having a coming-out party for The Monarch. It was time to let the world know that The Monarch was real and that he was coming for the rest of the world.

He was set on dropping the missile on New Year's Day as a way of announcing his official arrival. While he had been The Monarch for a while, The Monarch had been treated as an urban legend to the people of New York, he was tired of being limited to New York City. He wanted the World. He wanted control of the business world and the criminal world. And he was determined to get it.

He was deep into his work when he heard his phone on his desk ring, making him look up to see the number across the screen before he grabbed the phone with his free hand and put it up to his ear.

"Hey, Miles. You doing anything for the holidays?"

"I might be. What do you have in mind?"

"Well, my aunt usually has an annual Christmas party and this year, I wanted to invite some of my friends. So how about it? You coming to the Christmas party?"

Miles sat there contemplating on whether or not he should go. He did have some stuff he needed to do in order to fully make sure that his plan would be ready to go. And being with Cedric, made him "soft". And he definitely didn't like being soft. It made him more of a man.

"Sorry Cedric, I have a few things that I have to take care of but please let your mother and your aunt know, I said hello and thank you."

"No problem, man. Just be safe and have a Merry Christmas," Cedric said as the pair hung up the phone. Miles took a deep breath before he downed the glass of scotch in his grasp.

Meanwhile at JFK Airpot, Cedric stood at the Terminal 8 with his phone in hand as he stood there momentarily awaiting for his mother's arrival. He was picking her up today from the Airport to take her in for the holidays.

It was nice having all of his family around for the holidays. It was something that growing up he definitely took for granted, it wasn't something he was really gonna take for granted in the future however especially since he realized that when he moved into his own place, it would be harder for them to all get together with his mother still living in Chicago and his grandparents living in Texas. While he and his aunt were going to be in the same city, there was no guarantee he would always be in New York at every waking moment with him being what he was. He was being what his father wanted him to be, he was being what he always wanted to be. A Guardian Angel for the world. The world knew they had someone looking out for them. Someone who would always answer the call.

"Cedric," he heard in a singy-song type tone snapping him out of his trance making him look up to see his mother standing with her luggage in hand.

"Mom!" Cedric said as he wrapped his arms around her waist and lifted her up giving her a tight hug. His mother chuckled at her son's excitement. Growing up it was just them so he and her had a special connection. A connection that many could never come close to.

"Okay, son. Super Strength," his mother whispered, making him quickly lower and release her with a sheepish grin on his face.

"Sorry," he apologized as she simply chuckled.

"It's okay, let's get to your aunt's."

"Okay, no super speed though, I have something I need to talk to you about. Let's just say there's been a lot going on," Cedric said, grabbing her bags for her as the mother and son duo went on their way shoulder-by-shoulder.

In the enchanting embrace of a winter wonderland, Central Park had transformed into a magical realm straight out of a storybook. The park was adorned with a radiant display of sparkling lights, casting a kaleidoscope of colors onto the pristine blanket of snow that covered the ground. Delicate snowflakes danced in the air, as if choreographed by unseen hands.

Perched on a frost-kissed bench, the family huddled together, their faces flushed with a rosy glow, their breath forming ethereal clouds in the chilly air. Each member of the family was swathed in cozy winter attire, their scarves and hats adorned with playful holiday motifs. They nestled closer, seeking warmth and companionship in the midst of the wintry paradise.

John and Sarah, their eyes filled with love and tenderness, cradled steaming mugs of hot cocoa between their gloved hands. The sweet aroma of chocolate mingled with the sharp scent of pine needles from nearby evergreen trees, creating a sensory symphony that embraced them. Their mugs exuded tendrils of steam, like miniature chimneys, carrying their shared warmth into the frosty atmosphere.

Emily and Matthew, their eyes shining with excitement, swirled with the exuberance of the season. They relished in the joy of the moment, their laughter echoing through the air, as they playfully crafted snowballs with nimble fingers. Giggles escaped their rosy lips, forming puffs of fog that added to the whimsical scene. Their gleeful banter intermingled with the distant sound of carolers, harmonizing with the spirit of the holidays.

Unbeknownst to the family, a solitary figure stood cloaked in shadows, his cybernetic gaze fixated on their enchanting tableau. Jason Cade, his metal visage etched with a tangle of emotions, observed them from afar. The sight of their blissful togetherness stabbed at the core of his being, a reminder of the love and warmth he had been robbed of.

His cybernetic eyes gleamed with a mixture of longing and sorrow as memories flooded his synthetic mind. The joyful Christmases of his past, now buried beneath layers of pain and regret, resurfaced like flickering candlelight in the depths of his soul. The crackling fire, the scent of freshly baked cookies, and the sound of his family's laughter seemed both near and impossibly distant. They could never accept him for what he was now especially with Cedric being around. He was like this because of him.

Jason's metallic features contorted into a frown, his heartache etched into the seams of his cyborg existence. The family's mirthful laughter and the delicate jingle of sleigh bells reverberated through his being, a haunting symphony of what he could never have. The weight of his past pressed upon him like a leaden burden, threatening to crush the remnants of his humanity.

With a heavy sigh that escaped his metallic lungs, Jason turned away from the scene, his form blending with the wintry shadows. The ethereal swirl of snowflakes enveloped him, their icy touch a stark reminder of the frigid isolation he felt within. The family's laughter slowly faded into the distance, leaving behind a void that echoed with the emptiness of his own existence.

As he retreated into the wintry depths, the echo of distant carols merged with the soft crunch of snow beneath his feet, a haunting requiem for the shattered dreams that plagued his soul during this most magical time of year.

Cedric stood on the balcony, eyes scanning the room taking note of everyone and their interactions. His gaze set upon Kalani watching as she interacted with her boyfriend. As much as he personally couldn't stand Joey, Joey was good to her. He protected her and always made sure that she was okay. It was somewhat soothing to know that whenever Cedric couldn't be there The Blur could be there and if The Blur couldn't be there, Joey could.

If he had his way, she would know about The Blur and she would know about who and what he is but he of course, couldn't take that risk. And wouldn't take that risk.

His gaze shifted to Mikayla, watching how she worked the room seemingly. She was like a ballerina dancing through or a gladiator fighting in an arena working every inch of the room, something he was sure she gained working as a model. He watched her interactions with his aunt, their interactions were so pure and innocent almost like the two were close like mother and daughter. Even though the two weren't in a relationship, he could tell his aunt had been supportive of such.

"Company?" He heard startling him, making him look up to see his mother standing in a sherpa coat with two glasses of scotch in her hands.

"You know I'll never turn down my mama," he said with a smile as she looked at him with a wide toothy grin and walked towards him leaning up against the balcony rail with him. She handed him the alcoholic beverage and tow would toast to one another before each taking a sip. Even though alcohol had no effect on him, he loved the idea of drinking as it made him feel somewhat human for a change or at least, a full human.

"You know you've been acting strange ever since you picked me up from the airport," Kimberly said as Cedric's forehead scrunched as he looked at his mother with a puzzled look.

"How?"

"You've been uncharacteristically quiet and you've been taking these glances at Mikayla, it's almost like you two-" she said looking back and forth at the pair before she paused momentarily as the thoughts started to run through her head, "did you two have s-"

"Mom, let me stop you right there. You are the most important woman in my life and I feel like we have a relationship where we can talk about anything but because we can talk about anything doesn't mean we have to talk about everything. Sex is the very last thing I would like to talk to my mother about," He said, trying his best to deflect the question with a look of embarrassment flash across his mug.

The only thing this did was make her even more curious as she started to chuckle.

"Look, you don't have to say anything. I just hoped that you used protection. I love Mikayla but she is not the woman I envision having my grandkids," Kimberly said, making Cedric look at her with a bewildered look on his face.

"What do you mean by that?"

"I meant exactly what I said, I love her but she's not the woman I imagined having my grandkids," his mother said before taking a sip of her drink.

"Well, who do you evasion having them?" He genuinely asked.

"Come on, I don't think I really have to say it," she said as he took a deep breath and ran a hand over his hair as he looked up locking eyes on Kala who was standing beside Geoff and her boyfriend joking around.

"Mom, I can't. For one, she's happy with Joey. And two, I could never give her the life she wants and the life she needs with me being The Blur. I have to be available for the world. I have to be open to be able to go make the necessary save no matter the location or the time. And third, It's too risky. It's too difficult to try to admit to her my feelings and there would be a chance that she wouldn't see me in that light and it could ruin our relationship. I can't run that risk. That's why I like Mikayla. It's easy. There are no labels, we can do whatever," he said as he turned around to look out over the city.

"Son, I can't tell you how to live your life but I do know that you've been in love with that woman since you were a young boy and I would just like you to be happy," his mother said as she reached for his hand giving it a gentle squeeze.

"I love you mom," he said with a smile on his mug as he turned towards her. She smiled as she raised her hand up placing it gently on her son's cheek.

"I love you too baby. I'm gonna get it inside, it's a little cold out here," she said as he simply nodded before she walked off inside leaving him to stand there on the terrace. He turned his head and laid his gaze upon Kala watching as she talked to Geoff and her boyfriend. Her eyes darted to his catching his gaze. She smiled and winked at her best friend making him chuckle as he looked down at the ground.

"I know you can hear me. There's only one thing on this planet with less than 4 legs than hear what I'm saying and that's you, Cedric. Meet me underneath the Manhattan Bridge," Cedric heard making him frown as he turned his head and looked in the direction of the voice. His gaze set upon his cousin who looked directly in his direction.

He turned and looked to see everyone occupied talking to one another which meant no one was paying any attention to the balcony. He took a deep breath before he flipped over the ledge and bolted off in the direction of the voice changing into his suit as he did so.

The people inside the house heard a loud crack as if the sky had been split open making them turn to face the direction the crack came from. Kimberly took a deep breath as she knew her son were flying off into danger like he always do.

Cedric landed from the sky with a small crater from his impact. Cedric stood beneath the massive arches of the Manhattan Bridge, the distant sound of traffic echoing in the night. In most this was one of the place, he would come to find solace in this secluded spot, to find some respite from the chaos of his life but this was anything but a moment of traniquility. His focus was shattered by a venomous voice that seemingly slice through the air, piercing the silence.

"You know, I've always hated you," the voice hissed from the shadows, causing Cedric to abruptly turn his head towards the source. His brow furrowed in confusion and irritation, his fists clenching tightly. As he did so, a radiant blue energy began to emanate from his hands, pulsating with power.

From the darkness emerged his elder cousin, Jason, a man who had always seemed like an adversary to him. A mixture of emotions swirled within Cedric as he faced the embodiment of his complicated past.

"Growing up, it was always about you," Jason sneered, bitterness lacing his every word. "Cedric's stronger, Cedric's faster. He can do this, he can do that. You were always the center of attention. And my mother..." Jason chuckled darkly, his gaze fixated on the ground. A sneer crept across his cybernetic face.

"My own mother loved you more than she loved me. Her own son," Jason continued, his voice dripping with resentment. "All this strength, all this power you have, and you couldn't even save me."

Cedric let out a deep sigh, a mix of frustration and sadness welling up within him. He desperately tried to plead with his cousin, hoping to bridge the gap between them and make him understand.

"Jason, you can't mean that. I was only-" Cedric began, his voice filled with a plea for understanding.

"It doesn't matter!" Jason interrupted sharply, his words cutting through the air like shards of ice. "You should've been there. You had the power to save me, and you sat there twiddling your damn thumbs!"

"That wasn't my fault. You can't hold that against me. When you went to war, I was young, I was-" Cedric's voice wavered, his defense faltering.

"Stop making excuses!" Jason's voice thundered, anger emanating from his metallic tones. "You're the reason I'm like this. I should seek revenge right here and now, but I won't. I'm going to make you wait. I will get my revenge, trust me on that. But I came to warn you."

Cedric's brows furrowed deeper, his worry growing. "Warn me? Warn me of what?"

"On New Year's Day, right when the ball drops, there's going to be hell," Jason declared, his words filled with a chilling certainty. "The Monarch is going to unleash a weapon that won't stop until he says so. And there's nothing you can do to stop it. I'm only telling you this so you can get our mothers out of the city. My hatred for you doesn't extend to your mother because she's my mother's sister. I will grant her mercy. But as for you, I hope you die."

"Jason, I-" Cedric attempted to interject, his voice filled with a mix of desperation and concern.

"No!" Jason bellowed, stepping closer to Cedric. The radiation emanating from his chest grew more intense, causing Cedric to weaken, his body trembling as he dropped to one knee. Dizziness and lightheadedness washed over him, threatening to consume his consciousness. With sheer determination, Cedric summoned the strength to raise his head and lock eyes with Jason.

"Your end is coming, and there is nothing you can do about it," Jason proclaimed, his voice filled with a chilling finality. "This city will crumble under the Monarch's rule, and it will fall because you alone will fail to save it. You're a false god, a false hero. And for that, you will fail and die trying."

With those haunting words, Jason swiftly retreated into the dark night sky, leaving Cedric to catch his breath and regain his composure. As the strength returned to his body, he panted heavily, his mind racing with the weight of his cousin's ominous warning.

As Cedric floated in the sky, his gaze fixated on the sprawling city beneath him. The lights sparkled like distant stars, casting an enchanting glow over the urban landscape. Thoughts swirled in his mind, a whirlwind of emotions and responsibilities.

His cousin's venomous words echoed in his ears, their bitter sting lingering. The weight of Jason's resentment and accusations threatened to drag Cedric down, but he refused to succumb to doubt. He had always strived to be a hero, to protect those in need, but now the stakes were higher than ever.

The impending threat of the Monarch's weapon loomed over the city like a dark cloud, ready to unleash chaos and destruction. Cedric knew he couldn't afford to dwell on the past or be consumed by guilt. Lives were at stake, including his mother's.

A wave of determination coursed through him, pushing aside the lingering thoughts of doubt. He had to act quickly, to warn his mother, to warn his aunt and find a way to thwart the Monarch's plans. Jason might have been someone who could physically harm him and weaken him but he couldn't let his weaknesses or the fear be the reason that millions of innocent people die.

Cedric's eyes narrowed as he surveyed the cityscape, his mind racing with strategies and possibilities. He would not let his cousin's words define him. He would prove himself as a true hero, not a false god, as Jason had claimed.

The city of New York, once a symbol of hope and resilience, now stood on the precipice of destruction. Cedric clenched his fists, determination etched across his face. He would stand against the Monarch, face the darkness head-on, and protect those he held dear. And save everyone. He bolted off in the night sky heading back to the home to spend what time he could with his family and somehow find some peace before the dark days that were ahead.

A/N: So it's been a while guys but I hope that I haven't lost all of your attention or intrigue. Arc 1 is coming to an end pretty soon and with that being said, I can't wait for Arc 2 since Arc 2 is going to include more interactions with some of Marvel's more prominent figures such as Tony Stark, Bruce Banner and so many more. But enough of me rambling, see you guys on the next chapter.