"We still have to find some way back. My life plans didn't include a years-long coma."

X ignores the banter, focusing instead on the army before them.

Thor's words will likely be important in a minute, but for now --

She peels the glove off her left hand, scar burning dully.

From the plain before them a howl rises up. "I smell -- starlight!"

The scar brightens as the army flings itself forward, spears poised as they run toward X. And Thor. And Sue. And Spider-Man.

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If they were truly on another plane, X might not hope to win. But if this is something else -- if it is an inner struggle, or if it truly takes place in some kind of Hell --

She has been here before.

There are worse fights. (If few that are more important, in their way.)