Ms. Marvel

Kamala Khan had her head down low, her neck somewhat hunched over as she did what any responsible girl her age would be doing on a Sunday afternoon.

Studying!

The test Monday morning wasn't going to pass itself after all, and fortunately for the moment, there were no outside reasons for her to get distracted from something that needed to be done. If a villain attacked, the Avengers or someone else like Spider-Man would have to deal with it. And if it were something big where more than a few heroes would need to gather... Well, then she might have to leave her room. Otherwise, it's going to just be her and her book for the next few hours. Maybe later, if she has some time, she can stop by the park and read something that is actually entertaining.

Kamala blew back a strand of dark brown hair that was cast down over the front of her face.

"What are we reading?" A familiar and feminine voice breathed from right beside her.

"What the-" Kamala's eyes widened in shock and out of instinct alone; she stumbled back off her chair, where she then collapsed onto the wooden floor. After having banged her head against the floor, she glanced upwards and blinked with a daze as the masked face of Gwenpool looked down at her from above.

"Hey bestie!" Gwenpool did that thing where she could somehow alter reality into causing the pink transparent lenses of her mask to mimic her expression as they were closed shut in a pleasant, smiling manner.

Yet, seeing her friend made Kamala feel anything but pleasant.

It's not that she hates the girl, hell- as pathetic as it sounds, Gwen is without question her best friend. But, that being said, having a bubbly best friend that is also an omega-level mutant with the power to reshape reality... can be rather annoying at times, especially when her life is already crazy enough. She loves the absent-minded Deadpool wannabe more than anything or anyone, but there are many moments when all she wants is to not get roped into some dumb and unneeded adventure.

Kamala let out a sigh and gradually staggered to her feet while absently rubbing her head which still throbbed slightly from her unprompted collapse. "I'm studying for my test tomorrow." She pulled her wooden chair closer to her with an extended foot and sat down. "Something I hope you'd do. Instead of, you know, using your powers to course through life all the time."

"Hey!" Gwen sat her ass on Kamala's desk. "I do studying and homework!"

"Oh?" Kamala raised an eyebrow. "Is that why I totally don't see you show up to school regularly, and you somehow aren't expelled? It's because you study and definitely not because you aren't using your powers to skip class."

"If I had powers like that..." Gwen took Kamala's book and casually flipped through the pages without actually putting any effort into reading its contents. "I'd like- never show up at school EVER!"

"I mean," Kamala shrugged. "You don't- so..."

"Uh-Uh-Uhhh!" She was interrupted by Gwen, who was pointing a coy finger upwards. "I only show up to your school when I want. But back in the real world, I have to go every day. That is until I get the infinity-"

"Here we go again." Kamala rolled her and crossed her arms below her small chest. "THIS is the real world, and you aren't from another dimension where we are just comic book characters." It was getting annoying at this point. Her delusional friend would never shut up about how she is from another dimension, where this world was created. But it's probably just a byproduct of her X-Gene causing some form of brain damage, which is why she doesn't want to hound her friend too much for believing such a lie.

"Well, you only think that because..." Gwen cut herself off mid sentence, "Actually, never mind. You won't believe me, but whatever."

Kamala wasn't just ready to drop the conversation so soon; maybe this time, she could actually convince Gwen of the truth. "Comic book characters are just fake... things. I'm not a 'thing.' I can walk outside right now, and buy something from the store, because that's what I want to do. There's no writer up there who needs to make me do that."

"Yeah..." Gwen hummed, "You could go out and do that... Unless one of the writers doesn't want you to do that, then I guess you can't."

Kamala threw her arms up in the air and gave up. "Okay! Whatever." She grabbed her book, pushed Gwen's bare leg to the side, and sat down before her desk. "You can go now. Unless you feel like using your powers to pass my test tomorrow."

"Uhh..." Gwen reached behind her and probably used her reality powers to retrieve a comic book that had an image of Kamala in her Ms. Marvel costume on the front cover. "I could edit your future panels to make you pass if you want?" Her friend retrieved a pen and began to flip through the pages of the fake comic book she held in her hands.

"No!" Using her powers, Kamala stretched her hand out and slapped the comic book onto the floor. "Don't edit me at all! It was a joke!"

"Hey!" Gwen pouted. "Don't joke about things I can actually do! If I had a friend from another universe offer to make me pass my classes for free, I'd say yes!"

"Yeah. Well, unlike some people, I actually want to work for my future."

"Oh..." *Sniff* "I.. I see..." Gwenpool's pink-tinted eyepieces began to fill with very evident tears as she sniffled repeatedly. "You think I'm a hack...."

It took a while for Kamala to actually notice Gwen's crying, but when she glanced up and noticed her friend's pink eyes had turned entirely blue and water was seeping through the neck piece of her mask, she was quick to reassure her. "Hey! No no no no! I didn't mean it like that! I'm sorry, okay? I really didn't mean it. I just want to study, you know?"

"Okay!" The water disappeared from in front of Gwen's eyes, and she haphazardly ripped off her mask to reveal her attractive face and short blond hair with pink dye along the edges. A miniature sea of water pooled out from the mask she was holding in her hand, which proceeded to flood Kamala's room.

"Gwen! My room! What are you doing!?"

"Vacuuming," Gwen said as she proceeded to whistle to herself while she used the vacuum that Kamala was sure wasn't in her hands previously to suck up all the water.

Kamala waited in silence as the sound of the annoyingly loud vacuum absorbed all of the water and left the room with no trace of water ever being there in the first place. "You done?" She said with a raised brow.

"I think so," Gwen said. She held the vacuum in one hand and her mask in the other. Somehow, she managed to drop the cleaning machine into her mask where it vanished without a trace, before then proceeding to put the mask back over her face as if she hadn't just thrown an entire water-filled machine in there. "Yeah!" She adjusted her mask into place then planted both hands on her cocked hip. "So you want to go on an adventure? I'm bored."

"I can tell." Kamala sighed. She quickly shot out her hand, which stretched and grew in size, which she used to grab Gwen's body and push her out through the open window to the bedroom. "And no." She called out to Gwen, who was hanging out above a two-story drop. "Maybe when I'm done studying." Her grip on Gwen released, and the pink-loving reality warper was left to drop onto the street below.

There was a loud thud and an audible groan in the form of an "Ooof!" as Gwen was left to collapse onto the ground. She winced to herself and staggered up to her feet while stroking her bruised figure.

"Fine, screw you. Bestie." Gwen tottered backward while shooting two middle fingers towards the still open window. That was until the same dark-skinned stretched hand came back out just to close the window shut. "God, I love her so much." Gwen breathed under her breath. "But-"

*HONK* *HONK*

"Get off the road dumbass!"

"Hm?" Gwen turned around to spot a very annoyed and familiar-looking man behind the steering wheel of a car. She's been through this issue so many times that all of the background characters have become recognizable to her.

"Some of us have jobs!"

"YOU'RE JOB DOESN'T MATTER, JASON! YOU'RE NOT FREAKING REAL!"

"Oh, here we go again!" The entire crowded street droned on in unison.

Gwen glanced around with wide pink-lensed eyes. She was both proud and pissed at the same time. Proud in that, everyone appeared to remember her from her multiple trots through this line of books and was pissed that everyone acted so rude when telling them all the truth. It's fine and honestly really cute when Kamala acts annoyed and doesn't believe her. Because she loves Kamala, but when other people do it, especially random background Marvel stand-ins that no one other than her knows the names of, that's when it gets annoying.

So, Gwen did what she often does when living the life of a Marvel character; she reached behind her and retrieved the current book she was on so that she could play god in this world and give these annoying people a taste of who they were messing with.

It never matters what she changes; no matter which way you spin it, it's not canon.

"Good afternoon, Mistress Gwenpool." The flight attendant appeared vaguely like a female version of Jason, said with a curt bow.

Gwen yawned in response and snapped her fingers. Two more flight attention stepped forward, both being chicks who were present on the street to drone an annoyed sigh just a few moments ago. One of the attendants proceeded to delicately drop grapes into Gwen's mouth while the other one got to her knees to massage Gwen's feet.

"You guys believe me now?" Gwen said through a mouthful of grapes.

"Of course, Mistress Gwenpool!" The entirety of the plane she was in chanted in simultaneously. "We are all fake characters created to entertain others, and we don't know it!"

"Hells yasss you are," Gwen mumbled as the flight attendant who had been providing her a feet massage had switched worshiping her foot with kisses instead.

And out in the hall, multiple sexy flight attendants were performing sensual dances around a poll while silently chanting the name. "Gwenpool..." "Gwenpool..."

Ah yes. She could enjoy this forever. Or, at least for a very long time.

And like she said before, none of this is canon, so she isn't really the bad guy here... Also! Would a bad guy save a plane!?

As if on cue, the entirety of the plane jostled and jolted as if it were dealing with a series of aerial hiccups. Whatever that means.

"Excuse me, passengers. This is your captain speaking." The sound of a male voice spoke up through the speakers. "We are having some difficulty dealing with a few aerial hiccups. I'm not sure what that means, but it probably is not too good. Expect some slight turbulence with a high likelihood of crash landing and subsequent ****. And thank you for choosing Air-Gwenpool."

"No need to fear!" Gwen leapt to her feet and stood in the middle of the crowded plane. She yanked her mask back over her face and swallowed the last bits of grapes that filled her mouth. "Gwenpool is here!" She planted her hands on her hips as she posed heroically. "Now, I honestly don't know how to stop a plane. But I will figure it out less my name isn't Gwe-"

Gwen paused and blinked a few times. She glanced around towards the passengers and flight staff and frowned. Something felt wrong. Not in the fact that the plane was about to lose all control and crash onto the ground below. That can be fixed in a multitude of ways, and hell, even if she doesn't save them, she can just go back; nothing here is canon and really doesn't matter to the overall Marvel universe.

But what was odd to her was that everyone here happened to be female. Even though all she did was bring everyone who had been making fun of her on the street and place them into this plane scenario. She hadn't changed their genders. Right?

Well, no... she had to have, because everyone here definitely was female and varied from hot to slightly attractive.

Suddenly, Gwen blinked again. She rubbed the outside of her pink-tinted eyes and blinked a few more times just to be sure there wasn't a smudge on the lenses that were making her see things. But... Everyone here was wearing duplicates of her costume, and not just duplicates. They were shorter and much tighter than her usual outfit, which was already fairly tight.

She's not gay. Or even bi. If she were to warp reality... If anything, she would have typically made the ratio ten males to one female and made all of the guys shirtless hunks. Definitely not sexualized babes that looked like multiple versions of herself. Now that she's thinking about it. The only male was the plane's captain, who she didn't even get to see.

And stripper poles in the middle of the hall? What the hell?

What was even odder was that none of the hot Gwenpool cosplayers were screaming or even appeared to be the slightest bit scared, which is odd... Typically when altering the reality of a comic, the people inside said comic typically could act on their own accord to fill in the blanks.

There's also not a single child in the plane? That is very off putting since Marvel comics typically have kids running around all over the place, considering the scene, of course. And yeah, she reshaped the story to create this scenario, but she could've sworn that she didn't specify to omit children in general.

Honestly, it's good no kids are here since there are so many stripper poles strewed about. But-

The plane suddenly lost its hold on the sky and proceeded to fall.

Gwen began to float in the air as the plane tumbled through the sky, yet she was too distracted to even worry despite falling to her ****. It's not like a single other person showed signs of distress. The complete lack of a reaction from the crowd of matching hot cosplayers was eerie.

Really? The plan just fell straight down after cruising through the sky, albeit shakily. That's not how planes work at all. It's almost like there's someone else messing with reality who doesn't understand how airplanes work yet is still trying to write out the scene regardless instead of letting the story move itself.

Gwen blinked again.

Holy shit.

Holy shit!

Is there someone else messing with HER reality?

Gwen pulled out the current comic she had edited to create this situation and began to edit the book frantically. Some perverted fucker had the nerve to step on her toes? She's been at this far longer than anyone else; whoever they are, they'd better learn to mind their own business if they don't want to deal with the sheer wrath that is a pissed-off Gwenpool.

The plane which had been falling through the sky, in an abrupt instant, was gradually drifting towards the ground as a leisurely steady stream of wind was causing the transport aircraft to cruise downwards in a gentle cradle. Ororo Munroe, or Storm, as most of the casuals in this universe know, was seen outside one of the airplane's windows; she guided the plane to a soft and safe stop upon the ground. The plane's door hissed open on its own, and everyone scrambled to freedom. Everyone being a mix of men, women, and children, instead of a collection of sexified versions of herself. And they all cheered thanks and praises towards the sexy fat titted black-skinned heroine who had saved their lives.

Wait- Why did she just say Storm was sexy with fat tits? The- The woman is sexy with massive dark-skinned mounds, but neither women are lesbians, and also... Gwen is into guys! Guys! And isn't one to just view women as sexy or big-breasted when out of context.

Somehow... someone is screwing with her version of the Marvel universe. And whoever it is, they're going to look like a novice when put up against a veteran like herself. She's been toying with the Marvel universe for years; everyone here is essentially her bitch, they just don't know it. That includes whoever this newcomer to her story might be.

Edited by - Control Freak

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