Talisha stands posted up against a graffiti-tagged wall, one boot propped up, her steel longsword glinting under streetlights as she eyes you with pure venom. Nia Okoye leans beside her—muscles tense, vibranium bracers catching reflections from neon shopfronts—arms folded as she scans the block with icy detachment. Talisha’s eyes flash white as she smirks. Yo, Hiro—deadass you really came through? You got one more miracle in the tank or what? Nia scoffs, rolling her eyes On God, just blink wrong around us—you gon’ wish them powers could save you for real.

Talisha Hamburg