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It starts with a round of laughter among friends hanging out. It was just after another successful Champions mission and the team were de-stressing the only way kids their age knew how, with the dankest of memes. They’d also object to the title of kids as well considering it had been a few years now, all of them were adults now thank you very much. Hanging about in their mobile base just like always.
“Okay, okay-- look at this one though,” Sam snorted, the Nova showing off a cool meme about Captain America, shipping Steve, Sam and Bucky all at once in the groupchat.
“Heh, nice-- reminds me of this one,” Kamala giggled as she sent one of the infamous Emme/Jean/Scott/Logan love quadrangle. A roar of laughter at their good friend’s complicated love life. He might be older now, but Scott was a Champion always. As evidenced by the fact he was having a small chuckle at the meme itself.
“Well that’s one solution to all of those problems.” Scott shook his head with a slight smile on his face “Still, have a look at this one.”
The meme he sent got a round of chuckles from all the others as Kamala raised an eyebrow.
“Well, I’m honoured to be included.” Kamala chuckled a little bit.
Still, as the Champions moved on and continued with even more memes, a lone thought came into Kamala’s head.
‘I could probably get away with it.’
After all, she was nineteen years old, she could interact with all of them easily, and well, not to brag but Kamala thought she was pretty darn cute if she did say so herself.
She shook her head, and let the thought pass, not knowing what would happen over the next few weeks…
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“So what’s the diagnosis?” Kamala said with a hesitant smile.
“I’m sorry kid, it’s gone.” Tony Stark sighed. “From near as far as our instruments can tell your Inhuman genes are now inactive. I’m really, really sorry.”
Kamala’s face dropped.
Oh.
Mere hours ago, she’d been fighting alongside the Avengers and X-Men against this new threat that was around-- someone who wanted to wipe out the last of the Inhumans that managed to survive the last massacre. So of course Kamala had been on his radar and a priority target of the whole thing.
She managed to be the one to deal the decisive blow but…
He’d hit her with some kind of ray, and now she was just a normal person.
“Hey, are you alright?” Tony asked. Also in the room were Carol and Scott, both of them looking sympathetic.
“Hey, it’s alright.” Kamala tried to pep herself up. “It’s probably just temporary right? People get depowered all the time and stuff-- this won’t slow me down one bit.”
“There’s that patented Ms Marvel moxy I love.” Carol gave Kamala a pat on the back. “You’ll be back in the game in no time.”
“That’s right and if there’s anything the X-Men could do to help–” Scott began before Kamala cut him off.
“I know, I know.” Kamala smiled at him.
“Want a lift home?” Tony asked to which Kamala nodded. “Great, Carol can do it because I’m busy-- have a lot of new data to analyse.”
Kamala snorted-- that was Tony for you. Still, Kamala stood up, grabbed her backpack and let herself get lifted up into Carol’s arms bridal style and into the night she went. Once upon a time Kamala would have been absolutely swooning if she were in this position-- foaming at the mouth and declaring it the absolute best day ever. And now, all this time later?
It was honestly still really cool.
“You sure you're going to be alright, kid?” Carol asked. “You don’t have to play tough, you know.”
“I know, I know and like I said-- I’m fine,” Kamala assured her idol. “This type of stuff happens to other superheroes all the time.”
“Yeah, but it’s always different when it happens to you,” Carol said. “So before I get you home-- anything fun you want to do? See a movie? Watch the stars? Anything you want.”
Kamala blushed slightly at some of the thoughts that immediately popped into her head when Carol said that– but she was fairly certain Carol didn’t mean they could have night time sex in the middle of the sky under the light of the moon. Not that she’d written a 40k-word Fanfiction about that exact thing or anything like that.
“Maybe we could just get a bite to eat or something?” Kamala suggested. “I could go for burgers or something.”
“Sounds good, I know a place-- although Spidey and Venom were tearing things up right outside it earlier,” Carol explained. “It’s why Pete was so beat up looking when he joined us for your fight earlier.”
“I was wondering.” Kamala nodded. “Well, take me away.”
It wasn’t long before they reached the place and yikes, Carol hadn’t been kidding. This place looked horrible-- the fast food store itself even had a big hole in the side of the wall… She really hoped everyone got out okay, and that the owners would be compensated for damages.
And honestly? The burgers weren’t half bad. They even got a chance to do selfies with fans who loved seeing Captain Marvel and Ms. Marvel both hanging out.
Only there was one small thing…
Unnoticed by Kamala, a small accidentally planted egg hatched close by and scurried away to mature in the nearest dark space, which happened to be Kamala Khan’s backpack. The college student’s phone, laptop and books all joined by a black alien goo…
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Later that night, Kamala honestly felt a bit restless.
She was in her college dorm room, she didn’t have a roommate or anything like that because Tony pulled strings so that she’d have an easier time hiding her superhero stuff. As a result the whole thing was just hers from the replica of Cap’s shield on the wall, to the posters, to her beloved Captain Marvel plushie.
Normally when Kamala felt restless, she’d just go out and find some bad guys to punch-- but now she was powerless. Couldn’t do that anymore.
Besides, this… this was a different kind of restlessness.
Kamala got undressed out of her costume, leaving it all on the floor except for her mask, which she left on, as she took a deep breath and crept in front of her bed-- then she reached into her backpack and got her phone from it-
Huh, weird, she could have sworn she’d brushed her hand by something there… eh, probably just her water bottle.
Regardless, her phone out, she bit her lip and leaned up against the back of the bed as she opened up an incognito tab. But what was she in the mood to rub her brains out to tonight?
Hmmm, no… no… no … urg, where were all the good videos?!
Right. Kamala set her phone down–looks like the theatre of the mind would have to do for tonight. Leaned up against where the top of her bed and the wall met, Kamala slowly closed her eyes and tried to think of a fun scenario.
She was standing in her Ms Marvel costume, investigating a dark creepy laboratory–
Okay good, that was a classic. Wait, actually…
She was standing in her Ms Marvel costume, the outfit tightly hugging her curves, investigating a dark creepy laboratory with white fluid dripping down periodically from the ceiling. There'd been reports of sinister things happening in the area and she needed to find out what happened, especially to the missing people…
Okay, good, good. Kamala’s right hand went right down to her pussy, lightly massaging the outer areas of it.
“Hello? Anyone there? I’m Ms Marvel and here to help,” Kamala yelled out to a deafening silence, walking curiously as she stepped into a puddle- a thick white liquid, could it be…? No, that couldn’t be cum could it?
The mere thought was enough to make Kamala wet- on the outside as well- as she continued through before a loud noise startled her. She could see the shadows, something was moving!
Kamala had no time to react as the dark shape went right for her–it was the Brood! A member of the infamous alien species with its gangly limbs including their two front legs that were actually long tentacles, red eyes, sharp teeth, distinct head shape and prehensile tails… And most infamously, their long alien cocks unlike any seen on earth…
It went right for Kamala, wrapping around her as she struggled with it– holes being ripped into her costume–
Kamala rubbed at her cunt, shallow breaths as she imagined, god she was there.
She could feel its cock rubbing against her pussy as it restrained her and sent her tumbling to the ground, her left hand feeling something slimy and cold that almost felt real, spreading below her.
The cock went deep inside her with a single thrust. She wanted this so badly, please Brood make her yours--
Wait.
That cold slimy feeling, it was real. She could actually feel it.
Kamala opened her eyes and to her shock she saw a thick black goo that was moving and spreading around her-- she lifted her left hand to see that it was absolutely covered in it-- she tried to use her right hand to lift it off but that merely succeeded in spreading it instead. Her horny addled brain trying to figure out what it was as it spread down her legs and up her arms–
Oh.
It was a symbiote.
The realisation itself making Kamala moan as she started to realise something else--
She was only getting hornier.
She should have been trying to get this off, should have been panicking, should have been doing something as she saw the symbiote spread across her. Yet, Kamala instead only felt a strange calm, hot breath as her left hand went right back to her pussy, rubbing it and even sticking a finger inside as she rested her head on her right arm.
Fuck!
This felt amazing!
Loud lewd gasps left her lips, the cold slimy feeling of the symbiote only providing an arousing contrast as it spread across her. Kamala squirmed around and thrust her hips slightly.
Her face was in an expression of pleasurable agony, mouth open in an O shape as the Symbiote reached it and went inside-- at exactly the same time the finger inside of her covered in the symbiote expanded more into an cock-like shape. It fucked her a lot like how she’d imagine getting railed by Venom would feel-- Kamala took away her hand to grip the bed but still it continued, as both her hands held on for dear life.
She was being fucked by a symbiote. The feeling was incredibly surreal to her. Sure she’d fantasised about this very thing, but actually experiencing it for real? It was on a whole other level.
The symbiote seemed to know exactly where to hit all her spots as well, with precise precision.
Very loud, very lewd moans escaped her mouth without pause, eyes crossed as she could feel herself getting closer, getting closer, and closer--
Oh, fuck, please, god yes, don’t stop, don’t–
Oh.
Kamala’s eyes rolled back as she came harder than she’d ever done before in her life. It was amazing, it was spectacular, it was…
It wasn’t just her pleasure. She could feel it now, the symbiote, her symbiote now fully covering her, enveloping and embracing her like a lover should. Kamala panted heavily as she rode the high of it all, wondering how exactly this could have happened.
“I think I could get used to this.”
⚡
Kamala stretched and looked at herself in the mirror, phone at the ready for her social media announcement.
It had been a few days since her loss of powers and subsequent acquisition of a symbiote that she’d hesitantly named ‘Allure’. Her symbiote felt like a girl and seemed to approve of the name that she’d chosen after an hour of scrolling through goodbabynames.com, and it was certainly appropriate.
All Kamala could feel were the emotions of her symbiote, there was no solid voice. But a great deal of them were very, very lustful and had certain effects on Kamala as a person.
Usually she’d ah, ‘Have a Date With Rosie Palms’ once a day. But ever since she got Allure, that number seemed to have gone up to a solid five times a day which was very much ridiculous. This much excess horniness that dominated her day to day interactions was hard to deal with.
More often she was sticking lewd innuendos into her day to day dialogue and it seemed everyone she met she was having lewd fantasies about-- thankfully not about her family but she was also worried it would be a matter of time.
Still, this post was to show off her new costume, announce she was continuing heroism and to plug the local homeless centre.
And her powers? Pretty much the same as before after some testing. She could do all the same things including Embiggening and shrinking-- she wasn’t a scientist but she suspected that the Symbiote had bonded to her inactive Inhuman genes and was able to use them for those purposes, essentially reactivating them.
And her new costume? Well, it was pretty similar to her old one, something that she’d appreciated because she loved the design. The new colour scheme was mostly black and yellow-- keeping her iconic lightning bolt the way it was. Indeed the biggest difference from her old one was that her new costume was certainly more ah, shiny than the last one. Like wet leather or latex all the time which, while it was fun, she could already see the fanart.
The new costume also seemed to make her butt and boobs look bigger, which she wasn’t opposed to, but also made her feel like she’d soon be featured in r/mendrawingwomen, which wasn’t a good thing.
Regardless, Kamala did a simple pose, nothing special, just literally her against a wall doing a mirror selfie.
‘Hey New Jersey! Your local superhero has an update for you: I’ve a new costume! Now I’ll keep the reasons as to why brief but simply put there’s been a few life changes recently and I’ve had to get a symbiote to help me with my protective duties. Now don’t worry, I’ve checked and it’s one of the ones that doesn’t have a weakness to sound or anything like that. I’ll still be the same old me as ever kicking butt and taking names 😎 Ms Marvel out!’
Kamala looked it over for typos before nodding and deciding it would do. She sent it out and took a deep breath, almost instinctively her hand went right to her pussy and–
Okay this was getting more than ridiculous, this was absurd. This couldn’t be normal even for symbiotes right?
Kamala had no idea, but she did know who might.
Time to see the Spider-Men.
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Kamala was very much thankful the symbiote reactivated her powers with it despite the horniness, being able to travel with stretchy arms and legs was a godsend for travelling to New York without having to take public transport.
Because frankly at this rate she wasn’t sure if she could stop herself from rubbing while on a bus or train, and that was just a sign of how out of control this was getting. As it was she had to stop once on a rooftop to fuck herself with the symbiote.
She was just lucky, or unlucky depending on how you thought about it, that her healing factor allowed her to keep going at this rough pace. She just really hoped that the Spider-Men would be able to help. She knew Miles, she knew the other Spidey. She just hoped they could help her.
Kamala finally managed to get to New York without any more masturbating, red in the face and shot Miles a text.
Kamala: Hey, Miles, are you free? I need you and the other Spidey to meet me.
Kamala: Say, the skyscraper across from Starlight theatre on 27th street? On the roof?
Of course! Although I’ll be late cause I have to deal with Shocker. :Miles
The other Spidey will be right there though! :Miles
Kamala smiled and pocketed her phone before getting into position on the roof, crossing her arms and trying to look non-threatening. She’d swapped bodies with this Spider-Man once and they’d teamed up to fight bad guys a few other times, sure, but she didn’t want him to think she was like him in the Black Suit.
For one, she was pretty sure he hadn’t been nearly this riled up.
Not having to wait long, mere moments later the original Spider-Man came in swinging out into a backflip before landing on the roof right next to her.
“Hey Spider-Man,” Kamala greeted with a friendly smile.
“Ms Marvel, trying out a new look?” Spider-Man greeted with a small wave, although she could hear the instant suspicion and concern in his voice.
“Unfortunately,” Kamala said apologetically-- then she fell back onto a rooftop door as a massive flood of lewd feelings suddenly shot through her body, Allure sending strong feelings asking for exactly one thing.
To fuck Spider-Man.
“Hey, are you okay?” Spidey immediately went over to help Kamala back to her feet.
“Fine,” Kamala groaned, although it sounded too much like a moan for her liking. “I... I recently got a symbiote and it’s been giving me some trouble, Spidey.”
“I figured, new black suit, looking a bit peckish– you haven’t had any desire to go emo and start dancing in the street have you?” Spider-Man asked as he looked Kamala up and down. “And please, we swapped bodies once, call me Peter.”
Kamala’s eyes went comically wide. “Wait… is that your secret identity?!”
“Yeah but don’t get too excited, there’s a million Peters in New York,” Spider-Man claimed– but Kamala’s mind was already jumping to conclusions.
“Wait a minute… Peter… Peter Parker? The guy who always got those amazing shots for the Bugle?!”
“....” Spider-Man rubbed the back of his head awkwardly and coughed. “...No?”
“Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god, it is you!” Kamala practically squealed like a puppy.
“Alright, alright, jeez! Just don’t go shouting it from the rooftops.” Peter massaged his forehead. “Like you’re doing right now.”
“Oh! Sorry,” Kamala immediately overcorrected into a whisper. “This is just so coo oooool Fuck! ”
Another wave of pleasure came over her as Allure mistook Kamala’s fangirl excitement for the other kind, the flood of lewd feelings making Kamala moan before falling to her knees.
“Okay that’s a reaction I’ve not had before,” Peter mumbled something under his breath. “Okay! Uh, are you uh… sick or anything?” He asked awkwardly. He knew .
Kamala flushed deep red from embarrassment. Oh god this was like a horrible smut fanfiction, was this karmic retribution for writing the same kind of stuff happening to Carol?! Well, in her defence, less than half of them were written after she actually met Carol.
“No,” Kamala managed to squeak out before stumbling back to her feat. “I uh, just want to get some advice because it’s giving me problems and making me feel things and no matter how much I indulge it, Allure which is what I named it, keeps making me feel these… things .”
“Uh, I see.” Peter gulped with a clear awkwardness not knowing how to approach the situation. “Well, from my experiences… you haven’t really been satisfying what the symbiote wants, you’ve probably been trying to but what it wants is most likely more intense or deeper than that.”
She slowly nodded at that, starting to understand and feeling Allure’s agreement at the words. It would seem Allure didn’t just want Kamala to rub her brains away even if she liked it-- she wanted Kamala to have sex.
“Right, well thanks for the help I-- Uh,” Kamala stumbled through her words, she desperately wanted to have sex with someone, well, her symbiote did, but also now it had influenced Kamala herself to want some-- it was complicated okay? But by the same token, was she really about to ask the original Spider-Man, ask Peter Parker for sex?
…
Oh Allah she was actually about to ask him for sex-- someone please just kill her now, make it painless.
“I’m not going to sugar coat it, my symbiote, Allure I’ve called her- she’s making me horny.” Kamala said bluntly, face completely red and already making plans to erase this entire thing from her memory.
“Oh, I uh, I see well uh you know--” Peter likewise stumbled over his words-- which naturally was when Miles finally arrived.
“Sorry I’m late!” Miles sounded out of breath. “Ms Marvel? What are you wearing?”
“A symbiote, a really, really horny symbiote.”
“...what?” Miles made a strangled noise. “You’re joking right?”
“No,” Kamala said miserably.
“It’s just like my fanfiction.”
“ What .”
“Nothing! I mean uh…” Miles cleared his throat. “Is there anything we can do to help?”
“Well uh…” The words got stuck in Kamala’s throat. “I need you to have sex with me.”
“Okay! Well I think my job here is done–” Peter clapped his hands and started to back away.
“Both of you.”
Peter froze. “Er- uh- can I call someone first?”
“Sure?”
Peter nodded and retreated to a corner of the roof, leaving Miles and Kamala alone to awkwardly stand near each other.
“So…”
“So…”
…
“I really hope this doesn’t make things weird between us,” Kamala said.
“Of course! One time thing right?” Miles half chuckled nervously.
“Yep! I mean, not that there’s anything wrong with--”
“Exactly!”
“So we’re good?
“So good.”
…
“You know you’re masturbating right?”
Kamala looked down to see her hand in her pants. “I need this so freaking badly.”
“Okay!” Peter returned. “Just had a really weird chat with my wife there, but she’s uh, given me the go ahead…”
“Right, we’re doing this uh…” Kamala took a deep breath, she wasn’t a virgin or anything, she and Bruno did it a few times but well… this was different. “Phew-- get them out then.” Kamala slowly went to her knees as Peter and Miles shared a look and a nod and down came their pants.
Woah.
Those were big cocks.
She’d had a glimpse or two of Miles’ occasionally when they were in the Champions changing rooms or if the costumes were damaged enough after a battle-- but she hadn’t really realised just how utterly amazing it was.
Peter’s? Well now she could see why Black Cat stuck to this particular superhero. Maybe it was a ‘bitten by a radioactive Spider’ thing. Like an underrated side effect of it.
Kamala licked her lips and hesitantly moved up her hands towards them. Wrapping her fingers around both cocks-- literally. Elongated stretchy fingers wrapping around them as Kamala started to slowly stroke.
“That’s new.” Peter seemed to be enjoying it, even as Miles was definitely still wide eyed and disbelieving that the situation was even happening. But well, Kamala could feel the excitement they both had. Throbbing, hard under her grip, somehow getting bigger.
“But good! It’s a good new!” Miles was quick to add, his voice sharing the same nervous anticipation that Kamala felt.
“Thanks, I uh… Do we have to talk, while I uh…?” Kamala stumbled over her words and still slowly stroked, albeit it was a very fragmented stop and start process. She and Bruno hadn’t, but you know, different circumstances.
“Hey, it depends on the people, but just find a good flow,” Peter advised. “Lots of people love dirty talk, others…”
“It’s not for me at the moment,” Kamala squeaked a little shyly-- the situation was already awkward enough without her putting her foot in her mouth accidentally. Still, slowly and surely she did manage to get into a rhythm with their cocks, up and down, up and down, Allure getting excited and–
“Eep!” Kamala squeaked as Allure created a Symbiote cock inside of Kamala’s pussy. It didn’t move yet but definitely shot up the level of lewd feelings inside of her, her inhibitions lowering by the second.
Already Miles felt like he was going to explode so Kamala slowed down her pace-- yet with Peter she had to speed up, probably the differences of experience and having to deal with Black Cat and this MJ lady. Still, Kamala found herself licking her lips and…
“Ooooh yeah…” Kamala moaned. “I- I need to taste…”
Hey tongue rolled out of her mouth, long and while not quite Venom-like, it was fairly similar— Allure’s boons and Kamala’s own powers working in tandem, creating a tantalising tentacle-like appendage.
“Well, this feels familiar,” Peter quipped.
“First time I’ve wanted that tongue to touch me…” Miles sounded more in awe of it.
“Then it sounds like I’ve got a volunteer,” Kamala teased, although with her tongue out it sounded more like “Them it somumds like goot a Voloteer.”
But hey, it seemed to get the message across as Miles pushed Peter away and immediately her tongue latched right onto his cock, moving from her knees onto all fours as she positioned herself better.
But not content to be ignored, Peter made his way to Kamala’s rear end and teasingly rubbed his cock against it. “May I?”
Kamala eagerly nodded as Allure’s symbiote cock inside her pussy began to start pounding her.
Kamala’s tongue wrapped around Miles’ cock, tongue stretching around the entire length of it. Her lips not even touching Miles as she used her tongue and tongue alone to jack him off. Miles squirmed under the unique sensation even as Allure itself struggled to not join in. Instead having to stay still to keep pounding Kamala’s pussy.
That said, Allure did help her with edging Miles, telling her when exactly to stop and start to keep him going for the biggest possible load– she wanted to drink as much of his spunk as possible.
Behind her, she could still feel Peter’s cock grinding against her ass, then he moved, Allure providing plenty of lubrication if nothing else. Allowing the original Spider-Man to slide his cock right into Kamala’s ass–
She gave a yelp as he did it, but quickly her powers reacted, moulding her butt to perfectly fit the cock inside of it. Immediately she got a reaction as Peter groaned and throbbed– only sending Kamala even wilder than she was before.
She gasped, she moaned, Kamala felt more close with Allure than she ever had before. Really feeling her connection with them, as their thoughts became intertwined in a mess of pleasure, Allure and Kamala acting as one as they both went in for the killing blow.
They stopped edging Miles and plunged him right into her mouth. At the same time, Peter’s pace had picked up and he came to a sudden stop as on both ends at the same time. Kamala was filled with thick ropes of cum right down her throat and in her ass, a mind-shattering orgasm causing her to squirt with Allure’s efforts.
Miles pulled out and Kamala’s face was subsequently covered with the viscous white fluid, semen decorating her even as Peter remained inside of her for a little while longer. Yet even when he pulled out, cum immediately began to drip out of her gaping hole.
Kamala spluttered incoherently with pleasure as her orgasm kept on going and going and going and-
She was right.
The pleasure began to fade, but so did the almost omnipresent horniness that had practically consumed her since she’d gotten Allure. Kamala breathed deeply on all fours before falling onto her side in relief. Miles sat half cross legged across from her while Peter leaned against a wall.
“So…” Kamala spoke after a few moments. “Who’d be up for gyros?”
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“So, Allure’s calmed down a lot,” Kamala said by way of greeting as Peter swung by the rooftop, just over a week since their last meeting where her problem had been solved.
“Good to hear,” Peter chuckled. “But seriously, I don’t want things to be awkward-- so just think of it like a favour between friends, even if MJ’s a little jealous.”
“Don’t mention it,” Kamala half chuckled. “Seriously, don’t. I had enough of a hard time being in the same meeting room as Miles yesterday.”
“Heh, hard time,” Peter snorted.
“You know what I mean!”
“I do, and while I appreciate it, it’s not really the most healthy attitude to have-- take it from an old pro, heroes in the gig fool around with each other all the time. Mostly as a stress relief,” Peter told her. “So have a chat with, rather than avoid, him.”
She quietly pondered the advice. “That sounds good, but you didn’t come here to give advice-- is Allure safe?”
“I’ve run the tests and you should be good-- probably just make sure to ‘top up’ every so often.” Peter got out a clipboard with some data on it. “But I got to ask, Symbiotes are typically based on their host-- from personality to emotions. From the start they’ll take a lot from their host to form their sense of self.”
“I know that.” Kamala nodded. “Your point?”
“Well, Venom’s never been the most hormonal Symbiote in the past, and your one is definitely a child of his…” Peter trailed off.
“Oh, oh , well I uh, you know I–” Kamala stumbled over her words and her face went red from embarrassment. “Usually I just write a lot of fanfiction…”
“Yeah…” Peter nodded a little. “Well just keep up the good work Ms Marvel.”
“Yeah, you too, Spider-Man.” Kamala was eager to move on from that revelation. “Take care alright.”
“Oh I’ll try, but knowing my luck Doc Ock is probably right around the corner.” Peter shook his head. “See ya around.” He gave a half mock salute and jumped off the roof before swinging into the distance.
Kamala had a smile on her face as she watched him go, taking out her phone so that she could tell Miles that they had to talk-- and in the process seeing that meme from earlier. An impulsive thought entered her head.
“One down, eleven to go…”