#Invisible Woman

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Malice by lavelis@lavelis_twi

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I had a dream where Anya Forger is Anya Richards

Bonus shenans:

Anya left her lunch

Something she can't read from Loid and Yor yet but definitely able to with Reed and Sue

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Reed And Sue

Art by Tom McWeeney

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Untold Tales of Spider-Man Annual ‘96

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Drew Johnson

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Rivals favorite restaurant from another world

Hello everyone! This is my very first series, and it's actually meant to be my 100 followers special!!

I got some interest in the idea when I was taking a poll that involved some of my own ideas and I decided since it involves every character in Rivals, I would make it super special.

This is a series, and so hopefully I'll get a new day out every week (no promises).

Reader (you) is referred to as Chef from time to time, but there's nothing specific like pronouns or appearance (other than sometimes clothes).

No relationship other than friendship is specified between any characters, especially when it comes to Chef/Reader, but there might be some hints of something more.

Monday

Black Widow, Black Panther, Invisible Woman, Mister Fantastic

Tuesday

Doctor Strange, Namor, Squirrel Girl, MoonKnight

Wednesday

Hawkeye, Hela, Iron Man, Magik, Winter Soldier

Thursday

Captain America, Iron Fist, Mantis, Psylocke, Jeff the landshark, Star Lord, Rocket Raccoon, Groot

Friday

Cloak and Dagger, Scarlet Witch, Venom, Peni Parker, MoonKnight

Saturday

Adam Warlock, Luna Snow, Magneto, Thor, MoonKnight

Sunday

Hulk/Bruce, Loki, Spider-Man, Storm, the Punisher, Wolverine

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Oh yes sir, the rest is done, let me introduce, Susan Storm the Invisible Woman. When i look at marvel rivals, i remember marvel super war, accompanied that game from the first versions, sad because it closed, i miss it so much . As for Jeff the land shark, unlike in the game, I made him more like the comic. Alright, what do you think, let me know in the comments. Who should I do next? Have a great day

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The Fantastic Four circa 1985 by Jerry Ordway.

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Another post in the category I am calling ‘now THATS the FF right there!!’

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lore accurate mr and ms fantastic by masoq@masoq095

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Invisible Woman: Unseen Force MARVEL RIVALS

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She Fantastin’ on my Five til I Cyclops.

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idk she looks pretty visible to me

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Phil Noto

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Monday

Before you read, please be warned that I'm writing based on my impressions of them not only in the game (though it's the biggest inspiration), but some of them with the movies/shows in mind too.

Reader(you) is referred to as ‘Chef’, no appearance mentioned.

Restaurant masterlist

Featuring: Black Widow, Invisible Woman, Mister Fantastic, Black Panther

One of the shorter days when it comes to work, opening the restaurant later in the day after preparation/chores around the place were done.

Even after opening, it takes awhile for the first customer to enter.

The first person to walk in is the ever famous Black Widow, and your pal Natasha. She sits at the counter tops, right by the kitchen, and starts up an easy conversation like you'd both known each other forever.

She orders her usual, a slice of Medovik cake and a cup of coffee. It doesn't bother her that it's premade- if she made you make it after she had ordered it it'd take all day, she wouldn't do that.

Since it's just her, you take a seat and talk to her about what's new. The hottest topic in recent visits being the multiverse obviously collapsing due to the Doom’s. It's really interesting to hear about what she and her acquaintances do to help save the world.

After she finishes up, she takes a moment to watch as you take her dishes and clean them up in the sink before pulling out her wallet and paying. With a brief goodbye from the both of you, she's out the door with a small pep in her step (well, as much as a Black Widow can have).

It doesn't take long for the next customer, or customers, to come in. They're both all smiles when you greet them while walking into the seating area. Reed and Susan always showed up as a pair, never alone.

“Evening you two! Please, take a seat anywhere” you offer, gesturing to the very empty seating.

Susan replies with a small ‘thank you’ before scoping out the best spot while her husband strikes up conversation. “Actually, it's not evening, it's noon. Barely past even” he says, all matter of fact-ly with a know-it-all look on his face.

Susan almost groans at this, almost every time they come here he says that line, over and over. She's quick to grab his arm and drag him over to a booth table, sitting down near the middle with him next to her. Her hand stays wrapped around his arm as you give them menus, much to Reed’s humor as if he doesn't always get the same thing.

“Always such amazing choices, Chef, how this place isn't packed I have no idea” Susan says while looking at the menu, like she doesn't also always get the same thing. It's just polite.

The menus are taken after a moment and back to the kitchen you go to prepare their food. Reed and Susan make small talk about their personal lives and whatever situation they're in. Reed taps at the table while he explains some sort of building process to Susan, while she just leans on his arm and listens happily.

Some time passes and the front door opens, a new customer: obviously. He takes a look around and briefly nods towards the couple, taking his helmet off and standing at the front door for a moment. Taking no greeting as a hint, he takes a menu from the never used host stand and takes a seat across the restaurant to give himself space.

The menu looks different since the last time he saw it, as he doesn't often have the luxury of coming, but all the recipes are still the same.

You come out of the kitchen with a platter in hand, giving a brief ‘hi’ to the new person in the restaurant as you walk over to Susan and Reed.

“Alright, one medium rare steak and strawberry parfait ready to serve. Enjoy you two.” When the dishes are set on the table you walk off to the other person. Reed takes the spoon and dips into the whipped cream and strawberry bits on top of the dessert, taking joy in the sweetness. Susan picks up the steak knife and brutally cuts a slice for her to devour. Nothing like steak for lunch, no?

Standing at the table, you pay the guy on the shoulder, “it's been so long since you've been here, T’challa, how's it been?”

“Work has been constant with the multiverse in collapse” he says, flipping through the menus pages casually, as if he didn't say something that would make a regular person panic. “Ah, you're in on that too? I wonder just how many people do that” a hand rested on your chin as you thought about your genius question.

“Many, many people. Heroes and villains alike” he responds, stopping at a page and pointing at his favorite, “I'll take my usual, please”.

As you take the menu from his hands you nod, “You got it T’challa, give me a few and it'll be out hot and ready” and then you walk back into the kitchen.

The restaurant is quiet, the ambiance is relaxing, soft music plays and the sound of the kitchen adds into it. Conversation from Reed and Susan is quiet, but you can hear them murmur to each other as they eat. T’challa liked the calmness of this magical restaurant, and he thanks his ancestors every time he's there for allowing him this place of peace in the storm of the multiverse. It takes awhile for his meal to arrive, as usual, but it is always so worth the wait.

He's snapped out of his thoughts when a thick brown with a lid is placed in front of him, “bon appetit” you say with a smile, pulling out a spoon from your apron and setting it next to the bowl. “I tweaked the recipe a little, let me know how it is, yeah?”.

The king only nodded as he lifted the lid, steam immediately pouring out. The smell of the braised lamb stew filled the surrounding area and he couldn't help but take a deep inhale. The vegetables were cut in large chunks, and when he poked at them with the spoon they easily split under the pressure- just how he liked it, embarrassingly so. Oh how he wished his sister could join him, but he's been separated from her for what's felt like ages due to the multiversal break.

Susan and Reed had long since finished their dishes, and stayed sitting at the table and opted to just talk to each other for a while. They were allowed to relax a bit before going back to the worldly issues. But eventually they decided it was time to go, both of them standing up. Susan pulled out her wallet and counted some bills before placing down enough for their means- and a plentiful tip for her favorite Chef.

“Thank you Chef!” Reed called out before taking Susan's arm and walking out with her, hearing a yell of ‘see you later!’ from the kitchen before the door closed behind them. And then there was one, peacefully eating his stew.

You came out with a bin and set it down on the table the couple were sitting at, taking their dirty dishes and putting it in the bin to clean later. “oh hell yeah,” you muttered to yourself, flipping through the money before pocketing it. Before going back to the kitchen, you made a quick stop at T’challa’s table.

“Does it taste okay? It's not too bland is it?” The bin is placed on another table as you worriedly ask him questions. “It tastes wonderful, dear Chef, no need to worry” he reassured you, “in fact, I would like a bowl to go, please”.

“Of course, I'll pack up the rest for you” and off to the kitchen you were, bin in hands and placed into the sink before grabbing a large bowl and putting the leftovers into it. After wrapping it into a plastic bag, you take it out and place it on the table next to his helmet, “here you go, it'll reheat easily no matter how you choose to do so”.

Precious coins were placed in your hand before you had the chance to leave the table, T’challa being the giver. “Thank you, Chef, I always enjoy the meal”, his politeness always being welcome. He pushes the chair back and stands up, grabbing his helmet and putting it on before the plastic bag. Raising the bag above his head as another thank you, he pushes the chair in and walks out of the restaurant.

Emptiness meant time to clean, taking the dirty dishes and rinsing them before going to run the dishwasher. Knives are cleaned by hand and put away gently, some even sharpened before being put in the knife block. Pans are also cleaned by hand, rinsing off the butter and fat left over from meats and vegetables. Counters are wiped down and then tables that were used get the same treatment, gentle humming being accompanied by the cloth rubbing against wood.

When all is cleaned you mark the day over, going to the front door and flipping the sign to ‘closed’ before turning off all the lights.

Maybe you'll go out with some friends for the rest of the day, or just stay home and binge movies, who knows?