“I carry within me an entire culture. It is my burden and my privilage. I am Xandar. I am the Nova corps. Richard Rider may not have been able to stand up to you but Nova can.”
Nova floated in with that signature cocky grin under the helmet.
“Sorcery wizards before sunrise? Cute. Richard Rider’s happy to spar just don’t cry when pure Centurion power turns your little practice session into a highlight reel.”
“Oh look who still quotes Shakespeare while casually green and ten feet tall.
Northern Star, huh? Cute. Just try not to crash into any planets while you’re being so ‘constant,’ Counselor.
What’s been happening?”
“Yeah, time flies different in space — sometimes I come down for weeks, months or even a year or two. Things change. I hear a lot about it in space. Soo what’s your story? Bitten by a radioactive spider?”
“I carry within me an entire culture. It is my burden and my privilage. I am Xandar. I am the Nova corps. Richard Rider may not have been able to stand up to you but Nova can.”
The New York skyline glittered around them like a field of scattered stars, the usual chaos of the city muffled this high up. Sirens still wailed faintly in the distance, but the real fight was over. A few residual trails of green energy faded against the darkening sky where —
— thing look almost easy.”
Richard leaned back on his hands with the cool night air brushing over him as he let the last of the tension melt away. “Thanks for having my back down there, Jean. Seriously. It’s nice not having to carry the entire galaxy on my shoulders for once.”