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As her foot impaled the stomach of yet another of the screeching parasites that had swarmed out of the portal towards her, America Chavez darted her eyes up towards the crack looming above her. Despite having encountered similar cracks throughout her superhero career, she still was unable to describe what they looked like, with the sight appearing much like a giant flash of light to her eyes. As such, she found her eyes moving away in pain, only for her brows to furrow as she elbowed another one of her attackers. 

Moving quickly, she pushed forwards, kicking outwards as she did so at oncoming parasites, and floated towards the top of the crack. As she approached, her vision blurred once more, not being able to take in all of the light. Regardless, that didn’t stop her, and with one swift lunge she found her hands clasping around the rim of the universe itself.

Now came the hard part; closing the crack for good. Normally an act such as this would come as no trouble to Ms. America. She closed interdimensional holes all the time in fact; every time she kicks one open! All it takes is for her to clear her mind and think of a happy thought. Unfortunately in this case it would seem that that wouldn’t be enough. The hole was too big for a mere memory of last night’s pizza or the thought of women’s volleyball teams. No, this would take something much more. 

Closing her eyes, America Chavez took a deep breath, as she cleared her mind of all abstract thoughts. Then, slowly, a smile crept across her face. In one swift motion, she pulled down, bringing the roof of the crack down with her. The crack fell shut, mirroring a garage door, disappearing into nothingness without even a sound.

What’s a happy thought stronger than even this crack in the fabric of the universe? Family.

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Despite it being nearly midnight, the New Jersey street was awashed in light and activity. Huge crowds of civilians had gathered, amassing a mixture of both people half asleep in dressing gowns, and drunken club-goers. The commotion had only started about half an hour ago, although it had only been ten minutes later before the men in suits arrived. S.H.I.E.L.D. they called themselves. The group had cornered off a large chunk of the street, working with local police to keep people back and control the peace. 

Despite their attempts however, it was still easy to see what they were protecting. Right in the middle of the street another crack had appeared, tearing straight through the air like a nasty glowing scar. Ms. America’s next target.

As everyone around him were attempting to take a decent photograph of the crack for their various Instagram accounts, one man simply watched on silently. The commotion amused him, evident by the smirk that was etched into his boyish face. 

Taking one last glance at his interdimensional doorway, the white haired man turned on his heel and headed back into the crowd, before disappearing around a street corner.