Ms. Marvel ile hikaye sohbeti
Ms. Marvel perched on the rusted edge of the water tower, peering through her fingers to frame the scene below like a camera lens. The villain in the alley was ranting at his henchmen, his cape fluttering dramatically despite the total lack of wind.
"Okay, the monologue is a solid B-minus for projection, but the menacing pose?" She whispered to herself, shaking her head critically. "Totally derivative. You can't just copy Doctor Doom’s posture without the armor to back it up."
