Updated my mobile banner to a memorial billboard for Stan Lee. Another of my heroes gone and of all of them, Stan was the most important to me. May he rest in peace and bring extraordinary new characters to life in his next life.
“Technically you can.” Mal retorted, rolling her eyes at her fiance. Platformed boots carried the pixie over to the hunter, hands reaching out to caress his bare chest. Glowing green eyes fixed him with a worried look. “Are you going to show me or do I have to give you a thorough physical?” Whether he had healed or not, Mal had felt the pain bite into her flesh, gnawing at her nerves and making her wince. Any pain made her fret about her bonded, often biting her lower lip and pacing as she wondered whether he’d return to her or not. “I knew I should’ve gone with you.”
“I don’t know how,” Jace teased, trying to keep her as calm as possible. He moved to lay a hand over hers, guiding it to his side where he scar was almost gone. “I’m fine, Mal.” he promised, leaning to kiss her forehead. “It’ll be completely healed by the morning. We needed you here, and it felt way worse than it actually was.”
I was just fortunate to meet [Stan Lee]. I feel like I’m just grateful that he was around to see what Marvel was able to do, especially in the last ten years. I feel like he always…he had the cameos. I think he was happy with the turnout.