A Matter of Bracelets and Rings

"I'll see the back robbery. You look the downtown subway branch." said Spider-Man as he swung away.

Ms. Marvel too, ran off midair to the downtown subway branch.

But then something happened.

Her bracelet started shining. She looked at it quizzically. It was indicating something. It was indicating towards someplace.

He let the bracelet take control and now she was going someplace away.

In an hour, she was by the countryside of New York. A large green field, with farms and farms all around. The wind was sweet. The scent a bliss.

She looked around. Smiling.

Her bracelet was gleaming with energy. That was strange.

"Where are you Kamala? I told you to be downtown!" Spider-Man said in the comms.

"I've got an errand to run. Sorry Spidey!" she replied.

Walking around in her suit. She saw buffaloes and cows, but strangely, there were very little people.

And then it happened.

In a flash, Kamala was on the ground, the bracelets were removed from her hands and her legs and hands were stretched apart,

Strangely, this was being done by women. Women wearing black suits and blacker masks.

"Who are you? And what are you?" Kamala shrieked. But to no avail.

"Here, ma'am. The bracelets."

One of the masked ladies gave someone Kamala's bracelets.

The other woman came up. And showed her face. She was a chinese woman, with shoulder-length hair.

Xu Xialing.

"I think you have one of our properties," she sat beside Kamala, "my lovely beauty."

Ms. Marvel struggled, looking at the lady with anger. "Give me my bracelets back! They're mine! They're my grandmother's."

The lady stood up. Giving no heed to her.

"Take her."

Ms. Marvel was gagged and **** as she lost consciousness.