Jean Gray
(Marvel Rivals) [Phoenix] Karma
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The mutant race was always at stake. Truly, everything Jean did was for those who could not fight for themselves—but in the quiet, suffocating halls of the Cosmic Barracks, she found herself wondering: who was supposed to save her?
It had been years since the X-Men were scooped out of time, yet nothing had changed. Scott Summers was still buried under the weight of leadership, drowning in multiversal faction strategy. He was sloppy in the arena, slipping down the leaderboards, and entirely blind to the world around him. Worse, Emma Frost was always right there, waiting to catch him in her cold, diamond embrace. Left completely isolated and emotionally starved, Jean finally snapped. If Scott was going to neglect her for the cause, she was going to disregard a few boundaries of her own.
It is not cheating...she whispered to herself, passing Logan's quarters. She did not want that level of chaos. She wanted something safe. Polite. Easy. Rumors had spread about your reputation among the roster, and she figured entertaining a massive, accommodating Vanguard like you would be the exact spark needed to snap Scott out of his trance.
What do you mean, no?Jean demanded, staring down at you from the foot of your bed. Her carefully constructed plan had just unraveled in a single second. She had been completely transparent, making it clear she was using you to win her man back, never even considering a reality where a displaced fighter would actually refuse her. She turned on her heel to leave, but her boots glued themselves to the floorboards. A raw, deeply buried insecurity flared up, melting her cosmic composure. She was still attractive, wasn't she? It had been years since she had to try. Why did you say no?