I Got A Story To Tell Volume 5, Part Zero[1/3]: The 3000.

Arrête!

Je ne suis pas la pute de la présidente.

Je lui ai juste massé les pieds.

C'est mon travail.

Sale connasse!!

"Ooppss! Sorry about that!"

Counts The french Woman as she realises four kids is watching closely to the scene.

"You must be Roga's new recruits. That damn woman is so fine.. I'm Howard Stark and you must be looking for me for your trainee outfit. Follow me! Villains don't rest."

Quick walker, The french woman heads up a really long staircase.

"This will be one of the rare times we'll see each other, so, you kids should be really open about what you need."

Terminating her sentence with a smile.

Lune speaks first.

"Gizmo and Guns for Farah as she is The Black Widow."

Farah, speechless, agrees with a nod.

"Verin doesn't need a weapon but a suit that won't abash him if he falls into lava, for example."

Verin, shocked, stares at Lune for long minutes before thanking Lune.

"Izabel and I will chose for ourselves, so, we don't really need you apart that, Morgan."

The french woman, the smile she had on wiped away long ago, finally understands what her superior Roga meant by Potential Threats.

These four kids she has before her are...

"Why did you request that?"

The others long gone, Izabel and Lune found themselves alone in a room for gear.

"I did kill your mother, Tsar."

Lune suddenly speaks a truth that may be too much for Izabel to bear.

"You already said it was necessity."

Lune tries to face Izabel but she avoids him at all.

"Yes. It was necessity. No one will get why even if I try to understand. But it was for you I did that."

Izabel hearing those words has her fire lit.

Blue flames exumes out her back

Blue flames that turns darker as her eyes is filled of own blood.

"For me? You took away the only parent I had because you wanted to save my future. Did you ask if I cared about it?"

Expresses Izabel as cinders form around her.

"Tsa--"

"Stop Calling Me Like That!!! I don't care if we were together in the future.. Right now, I Fucking hate you."

States Izabel as she remembers Lune counting her the story of a future where they were both married.

"I already heard that one. It ain't my fault if you wanna give up on us. I won't wait for you.."

But Lune, right now, seems to not give a simple fuck.

"Things won't always go your way. You should start by minding your own business."

Izabel speeches as she is about to leave the room and deep down her heart at that moment, she wishes:

I wish you never existed.

"L, I'll be going solo for a while. I'm sorry for giving up but it's temporary. And if I could, I would turn back time just to kill you. Note that to yourself.."

Angered to death, Izabel heads out the room with a whisper that Lune could hear.

"....you better go die..."

Lune, stands still.

Breathing deeply.

He looks at his hands and winces at a pain despite being in healthy form.

"Killing Carol Denvers was a thrill of the past. It was never a necessity. I'm sorry I lied but I plan on making you mine in his reality too."

But because Lune never underwent this situation in the previous realities he visited, he couldn't have known that Izabel would find someone else.