Marshall stopped relying on the fragile plane and used his telekinesis to control everything. He made a dive, his speed surpassing what was physically possible for the plane. He was right behind the blue woman, now disguised to look ordinary.
"Got you! How dare you invade my land! I'll catapult your blue ass back to your goddamn planet in pieces!"
"What? No, I'm from Earth! Leave me alone!"
The woman tried to beg in panicked screams, but Marshall didn't stop, and finally, he swooped in, grabbed her, and flew away. He dragged the woman beside him onto the plane and held her there even as she struggled to free herself.
"Fucking Kree scum! Think you're hotshots, huh? Do whatever you want because you've got shiny ships? I'll barrel into them and shred every damn scrap to pieces, bastards!" Marshall roared and started taking the plane down far away in the cornfields.
At last, Marshall gently landed the plane, flattening the area around so it was smooth. Still holding the woman with one arm wrapped around her slim waist, he jumped away and landed in the middle of the cornfields.
Woosh!
He grabbed her hat and threw it away to get a better look. Her human disguise was beautiful, but Marshall was no weak-minded horndog, just a horndog. He grabbed her throat, lifted her in the air, and growled.
"Turn back to your alien form or I'll snap your neck right now."
Eyes moist in fear, the woman kicked her feet around. But she did as asked and started to change back to her blue form. Starting from the top, her hair turned bright red, followed by her entire face and smooth skin in a shade of blue. Her eyes were yellow, somewhat demonic. Then the rest of her body turned blue underneath her clothes.
"Hot damn, you're a sight!" Marshall bellowed with a sharp whistle. "Didn't know the Kree factory was spitting out yellow-eyed wonders."
"Ugh…"
"Ah, shit! No wonder you can't speak!" Marshall dropped her like a sack of potatoes. "So, what's your cursed name? Why'd you drop down to Earth? Don't tell me it's just to get into my pants, 'cause dammit, it's working! Fuck, I'm basically a tavern whore at this point, aren't I? Marty's never gonna shut his gob about this one."
"..."
"I…" She steadied herself, her chest tight as she caught her breath. A cough slipped out before she forced the words. "I'm not an alien. I'm a mutant."
"..."
It was Marshall's turn to go speechless. Then he frowned and scratched his face annoyedly, realising he may have truly fucked up. But just to be sure, he leaned his face closer to hers and sniffed her blue skin using his prehistoric Dinosaur senses. He sniffed loudly and frowned deeper, noticing the scent of mutants, and not the Kree.
"Fuck! I do smell a mutant in you." Marshall awkwardly patted her shoulders, cleaning the dust over them as if everything was forgotten. "What's your name?"
"I-I'm… Raven Darkhölme… I can shapeshift, and I just wanted to… see the first flight. I'm not an alien, First Man."
"I fucked up, didn't I?" Marshall muttered, sighing. "Two blue-ass aliens crash-landed on Earth some time back. Well, I made them crash. Anyway, they're from a blood-drunk, supremacist, space-nazi galactic empire floating in space. You kinda looked like them, the skin mostly."
Raven patted her clothes clean while staring at the god on earth, her yellow eyes narrowed. "What's a Nazi?"
"Ah… that hasn't happened yet, has it? Maybe I should gut baby clown mustache?"
Finally, he looked at the woman. She was slightly shorter than he, but not by much. Her red hair was stunning, her yellow eyes exotic, her lips red like her hair. In figure, she was the personification of an hourglass, yet she looked rather strong. He couldn't help but nod. She was indeed a beauty in every way. And the blue skin? That only made him like her more.
"Do humans still throw a fit and run off if they catch you like this?" He asked with genuine thought. "I figured the dumb bastards would've gotten used to mutants and oddballs by now, seeing as I've been fucking around their happy little world for millions of years."
"Well, I'm not a goddess." She said, looking down with what seemed like a frown and frustration combined. "They fear me."
"Bullshit! I roam the goddam planet with a house fucking giant T-Rex. Why would they tremble at some blue-skinned beauty queen?"
"I…" Raven faltered, the blunt compliment catching her off guard. She wasn't used to anyone saying things like that. "Still, you're the god here."
"So what? Fine, fuck it, let's flip the script." Marshall proclaimed and grabbed Raven's shoulder. "You're gonna carve your damn name into history, girl. Now cough it up, how old are you?"
"Twenty-five."
"Old enough to fly the goddamn plane. Yeah, you heard me, princess. First woman, first mutant in history to fly a plane, you'll be that." Marshall said and looked at the landed plane. "Now haul your ass in."
Before Raven could even speak, she was shoved towards the plane and then yanked into the pilot's space, thrown on her belly.
"But I don't know how to fly it!"
"It's piss-easy, wiggle your ass for direction, kick those scrawny legs for altitude, and... hell, I lost the rest. Figure it out mid-air. I'll chuck the plane up high and yeet you out, you just gotta steer, genius." Marshall didn't even give her time to get used to the controls. Using telekinesis, he lifted the entire plane, himself flying beside it. Then, like it were a kite, he thrusted it forward.
"Aaaaa~" Raven screamed at the beginning, frantically trying to learn how to control it. "S-Should I… change my face?"
"What? Then why the hell even bother? No, screw it, you're pretty just like this. Maybe the nerdy Wright brothers will grow a fetish after seeing you. And you, you're aching to howl your name to the world, carve it into their skulls. Be proud, bare-assed shameless, grip the world by the throat and ride it raw, treat it like your bitch. That's what I damn well do."
"Because it is… your bitch!" Raven shouted, struggling to control the flight. "Aaaa… how do I land this? How did I even get dragged into this?"
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Raven couldn't stop frowning. She frowned so much that she feared it'd leave lines on her forehead. She looked at the god in man's flesh fly beside her. She shook her head, cursing her luck.
I just wanted to see the first flight.
But here she was, flying the very thing she wanted to spectate. And worse, she was now supposed to reveal her presence to the world. It was nerve-wracking. There were so many journalists in the field with their big cameras.
She hated this. She just wanted to live nameless, hidden, never approached or blamed for anything. She wanted a normal life where people didn't see her for her blue color or her powers. Where people accepted her as Raven, and not a shapeshifting, convenient tool.
She had dreams. Desires. Hopes. She had lived her life cautious of others; she was impulsive, and she knew she was emotional. Trying to find a place for herself in this changing world. And now she was an immortal god's hostage.
Tsk… I shouldn't have come here.
Gritting her teeth, she finally saw the large field where the crowds had gathered. They were all pointing at her. It made her heart shake, nervousness overcoming her. Already, she saw some cameras flashing.
"I can do this, I can do this." She gathered her thoughts.
The plane wobbled a lot. But as the ground came closer, she found her controls easing. It didn't take long to realize that the First Man was helping her. That boosted her confidence, and she tried to really maneuver it.
Thud!
Finally, the plane landed and quickly came to a halt. It was a gentle landing, and nothing broke apart. She heard dozens of men running towards her, and she almost changed into her human form instinctively. But then the First Man grabbed her hand and pulled her to her feet.
"And there you have it, folks!" Marshall declared, seeing the journalists with cameras and notepads had arrived. "The first damn flight of mankind actually worked. And it wasn't just some bloke, but even she steered the thing like it was a pony ride, name's Raven Darkhölme."
"Who's the blue bitch? Who let her fly? Where's the police?"
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