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The rebel lair's outer door opens, revealing a black sillouette of a figure.

Mystique pulls two guns, instantly levelling them at the sillouette's chest. "Is he with you?" It's too tall and lean to be James, but she's still pushed the remaining grenade out of her chest and into her lap. Just in case.

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"The only runt of our litter is Wrestlemania's home, and his world doesn't want him back." She jerks a thumb in her Spider-Man's direction.

"We're here to help. Don't go worrying about crazy philanthropists. We've been roped into it against our will. We fix your problem, we get to go home." Eventually. "We don't, we're just as screwed as you."

She lowers the guns, but doesn't put them away.

"So who the hell is Stephen?"