I’m never going to deny that. How have you been? It’s nice to see your face again.
I’ve been doing pretty swell, actually. Hitting up the parties, going to clubs, doing some traveling. You know, the usual. So, what has the great Black Widow been up to? Let me guess: classified information?
Sersi darling, I need you to take in the mirror and see that you’re the fabulous one.
You know what? You’re absolutely right, but let’s face it—we’d make quite the fashionable team.
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Natasha. Looking fabulous as always.
“Dazzler…” She replied slowly, it was hard to judge in these sort of situations whether to use a real name or code name. Then again, it wasn’t much of a secret how kick ass she was. “Nice to meet you, Sersi.” She said with an air of confidence as she extended her hand like normal people do.
“Dazzler?” Sersi repeated, her eyes lighting up automatically at the name. ”Is that really your name, or are playing the superhero club, too?” Not a lot of fabulous women had names like that unless they were fighting baddies. Or unless their parents for whatever reason decided on the names and simply rolled with it. Sersi could care less, though.
In which sad faced Steve desperately looks for any excuse not to hang out at a party full of hot women in ball gowns.
Even Sersi wouldn’t fall for, “I’m washing my hair tonight.” Steve’s hair is always clean.
I don’t know why you need to know but I’m Chase Stein. A Runaway.
…. Uh-huh. I’m Sersi. An Eternal. So, why’d you runaway? Let me guess, parent problems? ”Don’t do this, don’t do that, that’s not good for you.” Oh, or is it curfews? [She crosses her arms and shrugs.] Those can sure be a drag…
“Better question, should I know you?” Alison asked quirking an eyebrow. Strange person, strange location, no clue what she was doing—seemed like any other day to her apart from the fact that the strange woman decided to strike up a conversation with her.
The woman laughed as though it was the most amusing question in the world. ”Should you know me? Well, everyone should know me.” The Eternal’s confidence, or for a better term “ego,” knew no bounds. ”But there’s always a first time for everything.” She smirked and extended out her hand to the blonde woman. ”Sersi,” she introduced herself. ”And you are?”