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Then he descended, graceful and sure, his body braced for impact. He smashed down onto the deck of the barge, inches from its ledge. The Sentinel stood, briefly striking a pose straight out of a comic book. Nova couldn’t refrain from rolling her eyes. “Yeah, yeah, show-off.”
Superhero landing!!! *Deadpool clapping on sidelines*
“Have you checked him for an overinflated ego yet?” teased Ruby. “I’d hate for him to float away on us.” Oscar cut a glare toward her. “You’re just jealous.” “Yes, I am jealous!” said Ruby. “I helped rescue that girl, too, but she didn’t even notice me. She was just all—Oh, Smokescreen! I’ve been dreaming of your smoldering smokiness all my life!”
Ship ship ship ship ship
There is no I in hero.”
How noble. See, this is why I'd be an Anarchist.
Everyone shifted in their seats, straining to get a better view. A few rows away, a Renegade called Optico popped out one of his removable eyeballs and held it up to get a better look.
Because why wouldn't you? XD
As her thoughts roiled, someone in the audience began to clap. Then another joined in. And soon the room was applauding while Winston Pratt sobbed on the stage.
That's horrific
I sprout gemstones when I bleed. Danna turns into a bunch of butterflies. Are we really questioning what’s possible?” “What?” said Oscar. “You’re not going to remark on all the mind-blowing things I can do?” Ruby gestured halfheartedly in Oscar’s direction. “Oscar can eat two extra-large pizzas in one sitting while quoting the entire third season of Star Avengers from memory.” Oscar nodded solemnly. “It’s hard to believe I even exist.”
Oh, Oscar, I love you so much
“And once they”—she paused—“once we have total power, what’s to keep us from becoming villains ourselves?”
On Nova’s other side, Danna gave a low whistle. “Nice one, Insomnia. I sure am glad you’re on our side.”
So much sarcasm!!!!!
“A true queen is made not in times of prosperity, but in times of hardship.”
Nova scowled. “I think you’re underestimating his intelligence.” “And I think you’re overestimating the egos of teenage boys everywhere.
“And I think,” Nova countered, “that nothing is as black and white as people want to pretend. Doing good and doing harm aren’t mutually exclusive.
“Think about it. These symbols, they’re just lines on paper. But someone, at some point, had the idea to assign them a meaning. And not just that, but then to teach those meanings to other people! To envision a way for ideas and thoughts to be recorded and shared . . . it must have seemed like an impossible task at first, but they persisted, and think of all that’s led to. Isn’t that fantastic?”
How can people wake up every morning and not think—look, the sun is still there! And I’m still here! This is incredible!”
Everyone should be like Callum!
There is no I in hero.
“Tattoos,” said Adrian. “I draw permanent tattoos on myself, and they deliver different powers.” They both gawked at him. Then— “Tattoos?” Ruby screamed. “You can’t be serious.” Oscar, though, had turned thoughtful, his mouth rounding with comprehension. “Tattoos. Holy smokes, dude, that’s genius. Can you give me some?”
