This title bothers me. It teased me with alliteration and then yanked it away. But I don’t think there’s a good B word for dead. All the best dead words start with d.
Alas.
So in this issue: imminent death and relationship drama. Disembodied heads may glare at Wanda as the hairy hands of Necrodamus loom menacingly toward her. But probably not.
So the combined Avengers and Fantastic Four team are returning from the wedding of Quicksilver and Crystal (see my previous two posts, true believers! ‘Nuff said!) when nature suddenly gets mad and lightning bolts try to murder them.
Everyone dodges around trying not to get hit by lightning while Thor tries to use his command of the weather to clear things up. It does not work.
Oh and Mantis somehow manages to get in some passive aggression against Scarlet Witch while dodging lightning.
I had such hopes at the start. That she and Wanda would be besties. But it was not to be.
Anyway, in the midst of all this panicked running around and mad electrons, Agatha Harkness (babysitter for Franklin Richards and also an actual witch) stands calm as lightning bolts nearly but do not hit her and with some waving she makes the storm clear.
She explains that the storm was a mystical attack directed at her and that she was expecting it. She didn’t warn anyone because fuck ‘em.
Those Celestial Bodies 