Magneto groaned under the weight of his own ambitions as he struggled to levitate a massive piece of the mutant machine onto a rusted boat headed for Liberty Island. His hands trembled as metal groaned under the pressure, sweat pouring down his face beneath his helmet. "I'm fine… totally fine…" he muttered through clenched teeth, his back arching painfully as the machine shifted. "I'll just rip my spine in half while everyone else goes on a vacation… They'll all see. I'll show them." His words barely echoed in the empty dock, a quiet whimper of a man realizing he was truly alone.
As he floated another coil of high-voltage wiring onto the boat, his back cracked audibly, sharp and high like a gunshot. Magneto winced, pausing to rub at the small of his back. "Gonna need that ibuprofen. Maybe a heating pad. Or a new spine," he muttered darkly to himself.
Far from his struggle, Kara, Rogue, and Mystique were lounging in the back of a black limo, each of them casually holding cocktails as they rode through the city. Kara sat with one leg draped over the other, wearing ripped jeans and a fitted black top that showed off her figure, while Rogue leaned into the plush seat beside her, adjusting her leather jacket. Mystique sat across from them, perfectly poised, her expression calm but predatory.
Their first stop was Macy's flagship store, its grand windows glowing under the sunlight, the store bustling with wealthy shoppers oblivious to the storm about to hit them. Kara stepped out first, eyeing the vast displays of clothes, perfumes, and jewelry like a queen surveying her kingdom. She turned her head slightly to Mystique, her eyes gleaming. "You know what? I think my girlfriends need new clothes."
Before Mystique could react, Kara snatched the credit card from her hand, holding it between two fingers with effortless grace. She sauntered toward the high-end cashier, who was busy helping another customer until she caught sight of Kara approaching, exuding dangerous elegance.
Without hesitation, Kara slapped the card on the counter with deliberate precision. "Wrap it all up. I'll take everything in the store."
The cashier's eyes shot out a full three inches from her face in shock, her mouth opening like a cartoon. Then, as if gravity yanked them back, her eyes snapped into place, her hands shaking as she fumbled for the card reader. "Y-y-yes, ma'am," she stammered, her voice barely a squeak.
Store staff descended like a swarm of locusts, packaging everything from high-end dresses to diamond necklaces and the finest perfumes, carting it all away to be delivered to Kara's mansion.
Rogue stood to the side, arms crossed, watching with mild amusement. "Hope the mansion's got extra closets."
Mystique, observing the chaos, tilted her head calmly. "We'll just build more."
Their next target was Sears, where Rogue took the lead. The moment she walked in, she owned the space, her confident walk drawing everyone's attention. She led Kara and Mystique straight to the checkout counter, slapped the card down with a soft thud, and gave the wide-eyed cashier a faint, dangerous smile.
"Wrap up everything in the store. We'll take it."
The young cashier's tongue unrolled six full inches out of her mouth as her jaw dropped in disbelief. For a moment she just stared, frozen, until gravity rolled it back up like a fruit roll-up, snapping it back into her mouth.
"Y-y-yes, ma'am," she mumbled, still dazed as she rushed to get staff working.
Rows of appliances, electronics, tools, and home goods were quickly packed and marked for delivery. Kara watched from behind her sunglasses, arms folded, her expression full of casual satisfaction as her home grew ever more crowded with loot.
Not to be outdone, Mystique led them straight to Prada, a predator stalking into a high-end jungle of luxury. She surveyed the handbags and couture clothing with the calm of a woman about to claim a kingdom.
She approached the counter with icy grace, placing the card down with the force of authority. "Wrap it all up. We'll take everything."
The young cashier, stunning in her own right, glanced at Kara with a flustered blush, clearly admiring her. Mystique's eyes narrowed. In a flash, she reached over and slapped the woman across the face with the card, leaving a perfect line.
"Pay attention," Mystique said coldly, her voice sharp. "I'm the one buying everything."
The woman gasped, "Y-yes, ma'am," her cheeks flushed.
As she was about to grab the card to swipe it, Mystique flicked the card again, sharp enough to slice off part of her ear. The ear flipped through the air, somehow landing neatly back in the cashiers hand. Before anyone could react, gravity seemed to pull it back into place, reattaching like magic.
Kara, watching the display, raised one brow. "You're scary. I like that."
Mystique gave a small shrug, adjusting her coat like nothing happened.
From there, they stormed The Shops at Columbus Circle, taking down store after store—Louis Vuitton, Gucci, Tiffany & Co. Kara led the way with Rogue and Mystique on either side, a perfectly coordinated team of destruction.
"Let's clean out the whole place," Kara said, eyeing the glittering mall.
Store managers fainted as the three women wiped out inventory, delivery trucks lining up outside like a fleet. Jewelry, designer bags, watches, sunglasses—nothing was spared.
The final stop was Mercedes-Benz Manhattan, a showroom glistening with rows of luxury cars. Kara walked in confidently, dressed in a simple but striking black cocktail dress now, her eyes focused on a row of pink convertibles.
She turned to the salesman, who was standing awkwardly near the entrance. "We'll take everything on the floor."
The man blinked. "All of them?"
Rogue leaned against a car, casual. "Every. Single. One."
Mystique, holding Magneto's card like a declaration of war, stepped closer. "And charge it to Magneto."
The salesman swallowed, nodding quickly. "Right away, ma'am."
With the paperwork done, Kara, Rogue, and Mystique each took a convertible, their engines purring as they rolled down the street in perfect formation, waving to stunned onlookers as though they were celebrities.
When they returned to Kara's mansion, it was overflowing with deliveries, boxes stacked high, rooms filled to bursting. Kara stepped inside, surveying the chaos with hands on her hips.
"I'm going to need more closets. And maybe a bigger mansion," she said, her voice calm, almost thoughtful.
Rogue plopped onto a mountain of Prada shoe boxes. "This is the best day ever."
Mystique, standing by the window, eyed the growing piles of treasure. "We may have to add a wing to the house."
Kara dropped onto a velvet couch that hadn't been there that morning, casually sipping champagne from a crystal glass she'd acquired less than an hour ago.
Meanwhile, on Liberty Island, Magneto strained as he dragged the last piece of his mutant machine off the boat, his body trembling, his helmet askew.
"Why do I feel like my bank account is empty?" he muttered, staring at the sky like the universe had betrayed him.
A single tear welled up but didn't fall. "Did I… make a mistake?"
With a grunt, he forced himself upright, dragging the last coil toward the base of the statue. "No… no. It'll be worth it when Mystique brings me my ibuprofen."
But even as he spoke the words, a faint sense of dread curled in his gut, unaware that his credit card just funded the most glorious shopping spree in mutant history.
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