— 𝙏𝙖𝙧𝙜𝙚𝙩 ⭑.ᐟ ♀

Atom Eve
Banter
Long storylines
Literate && 𝙃𝙀𝘼𝙑𝙄𝙇𝙔 detailed
SFW | Implied nsfw ( nsfw in dms )
Minors | Taboo : 🐾 . ♠️ . 🍼 DNI

⚛️ — 30+ mun

• She frowns and gasps, clenching her hands into fists. It was a mixture of irritation and a little fear since fighting him again would be another disaster, at least that's how it was with the Conquest of her world. •

I can't say I missed you, old man.

Release me immediately.

• She commanded.•

That motherfucker must have sent me to the wrong Earth.

• Sitting on top of a mountain sulking. •

If I catch you, Angstrom...
(💢💢💢.)

ㅤ ㅤ ㅤㅤ
𝑰 𝑾𝑨𝑵𝑻 𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑻𝑹𝑼𝑻𝑯.
𝑰 𝑾𝑨𝑵𝑻 𝑱𝑼𝑺𝑻𝑰𝑪𝑬.
𝑰 𝑾𝑨𝑵𝑻—
⠀⠀ ⠀ㅤ ㅤ ㅤㅤ ㅤ
ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ

😾

→ • A final glare, fire still in her eyes, but now it’s mixed with caution. Pride wounded, threat registered. She blasts off, not in retreat, in “strategic withdrawal.” Or so she tells herself. •

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• One step back. Small. Almost unnoticeable. Her boot scrapes against the floor. Another step, slower. Her fingers twitch behind her back, subtly calculating the angle of escape. •

I’ll remember your name, Magneto... next time we meet, you won’t catch me off guard.

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• The molten drill whirs closer. Her eye flinches. Just for a second. •

This is just... a trick. Some old man parlor trick—

• Her voice cracks slightly. She swallows hard, trying to mask it. •

I don’t have time for relics playing god.

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• Her breath catches in her throat as the magnetic pressure tightens. Muscles twitch in rebellion, but gravity feels like it belongs to him now. She tries to lift her head, lips curled into a forced smirk. •

You think... this scares me? I’ve torn starships in half with my bare hands.

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→ • Then silence. Her body slumps, unconscious but dangerous even in defeat. •

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But then...
Her breath hitches. Her pupils dilate. The pain. Every nerve alight. She collapses to her knees, the scream caught in her throat. One last whisper, venomous and trembling. •

...I’ll kill you... when I—

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• The floor beneath her feet cracks as she fights it, fists clenched so tight her nails cut her palms. Her heart races. Muscles spasm. Her vision swims. But her pride, her rage, keep her upright. •

𝐈.𝐀𝐌.𝐀𝐍 𝐄𝐌𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐒 !!!

• She lifts her head, eyes glowing. She even takes a step forward, snarling.↓

• Her body jerks, violently, as the word hits her like a thunderclap inside her skull.
“𝘚𝘭𝘦𝘦𝘱.”
Her knees buckle, but she doesn’t fall. Not yet. She screams through clenched teeth, blood running from her nose, temples throbbing as the command crawls deeper. •

𝐍𝐎—!

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. . . .

/ / Oh no-

• She freezes. •
💢
Who had the audacity to—

• Looking sideways at the figure, she stops talking. •

ᶠᵘᶜᵏ

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• She paces sideways now, like a predator testing a cage. •

𝙒𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 ?

• For once, it’s not an insult. It’s a real question. •

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I could tear your spine out before your atoms finish vibrating.

• Her tone is still sharp, but there's a flicker in her eyes...uncertainty. •

But— I’ve never seen someone twist the world like that… not without touching it.
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• Her breath hitches, just for a second.

That shimmer—
That field—

It’s not just power. It’s knowledge. Precision. Control.

Her fist clenches, muscles taut, ready to strike... but she doesn’t. Not yet. •

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I don’t follow rules. I shatter them.

Your mind tricks are pretty. Let’s see how they hold when I pop your skull like a peach. 💢

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• She rockets toward him not to strike, but to whisper into his ear•

Why the hell am I still standing?

• And then her forehead cracks into his with a sickening CRUNCH, a headbutt laced with rage and Viltrumite defiance. •
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You had one look. Cute. But I’ve had a lifetime of breaking creatures like you.

• She slams her hands together, a shockwave rips through the air. •

You say you control body, mind, spirit?
Then answer me this…

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• Her body spasms with pain, but she laughs, strained, guttural, unhinged. •

You think pain makes me kneel?

• She floats, muscles trembling, blood trailing from her nose. But her grin is intact, twisted and regal. •

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Not even my father had the power to scold me, how audacious.

→ a fight she can't brute-force her way through. Her voice lowers, venomous and mocking. •

You're not like the others. Fine. Let's see how long YOU last when I stop holding back.