[Evening] [Peter's first person POV]

  I stopped the ear the academy's gate. The day was well spent and both of us had fun. Rogue was full of smiles and ughs. I enjoyed every sed of it. She's a great girl.

  Rogue turoward me with a smile, "Thanks for the awesome day, Peter. I really enjoyed myself."

  I smiled back, "I'm gd you e. I did too. Hopefully, we do this again soon."

  "I'd like that," Rogue said, nodding. Her cheeks flushed slightly as she added shyly, "So, um, I guess this is goodbye for now..."

  I chuckled softly, reag over to gently squeeze her hand reassuringly. "Don't worry. We'll meet again soon enough."

  "Okay," Rogue said, looking relieved. She leaned forward suddenly, kissing my cheek briefly before pulling away quickly, blushing furiously.

  My eyes widened slightly in surprise before I grinned widely at her bold move. Although it was a little pe the cheek, it still caught me off guard. She blushed even deeper, looking embarrassed by what she had just done. Before I could say anything, she opehe door and stepped out with a smile tugging at her lips.

  As she hurried toward the academy doors, I called out, "Hey, Rogue."

  She stopped, gng over her shoulder with raised eyebrows. "Yeah?"

  "You ever gone camping?" I asked on impulse.

  She blihen shook her head. "No... 't say that I have. Why?"

  "Want to go ime?" I shot baot missing a beat.

  Her smile returned, brighter than before. "Yeah, I'd love that! Thanks, Peter!"

  I nodded and waved goodbye before driving away.

  As I drove, I couldn't help but think abue. She seemed genuinely happy today, and I enjoyed spending time with her. I really hope we tinue seeing each ain soon. But that will have to wait for a bit now. I gotta take care of Cybwen's situation first. Then, of course, there was Morlun... not to mention trag down dy Moon. So much to do, so little time. But I'd find a way. I always did.

  As I drove through the city streets, I decided to swing by the spa. The girls would be finishing up soon. I'll pick them up and maybe go shopping. It's been a while since we all went out together.

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  Meanwhile, at Kingpin's hideout

  3rd Person POV

  Kingpin grabbed his head and slumped on the chair. His cyberic impnts were glitg again, causing him to feel intense pain. The stant headaches and random glitches had been pguing him for months. It was getting worse as time passed. He grunted and ched his fists tightly. All his attempts to capture Riri Williams failed miserably, and now the heroes are suspicious of him. The situation was getting out of trol. He o act fast before things spiraled pletely out of his grasp.

  And then she appeared, Emma Frost. Her white attire trasted sharply with the gloom, but it was the cold steel in her eyes that sent a chill through the air. She had made short work of Kingpin's men. Every one of them y scattered in the hallway outside, their minds reduced to gibbering mush, thanks to her telepathic assault. Those lucky enough to be spared met a more physical demise – but not one man remaianding.

  Kingpin's empire had been dismantled, systematically and ruthlessly. Emma had sabotaged his business, destroyed his criminal work, and eveed S.H.I.E.L.D. to his underhanded dealings. All of it was wiped away in a single, calcuted strike.

  And now, here she stood.

  "Look at you, pathetic bug," Emma scoffed as she looked at the broken man before her.

  "You... you think you've won?" Kingpin rasped, his voice distorted from the defective impnts. Sweat beaded on his brow as he gred up at her, his vision flickering again. But he wasn't seeing Emma Frost anymore. His mind was unraveling, and what he saw standing before him was not the White Queen, but a faceless assassin, the very one he believed had orchestrated his downfall.

  Snarling, he heaved himself to his feet, staggering slightly under his ow. "You'll pay for this," he growled, throwing a punch with all the strength his broken body could muster.

  Emma didn't flinch. With a casual flick of her wrist, she stopped the fist mid-swing, holding his massive hand in pce as though it weighed nothing. "You really should've knower than to e," she said softly, her voice like ice.

  Kingpin struggled, his face torted in fury, but it was futile. Emma was in plete trol.

  "You've lost everything, Wilson," she tiightening her grip just enough for him to feel the bones in his wrist strain uhe pressure. "Your businesses, your reputation, your men... and soon, your mind."

  He let out a strangled growl and tried to swing with his other arm, but before he could even plete the motion, Emma smmed him bato his chair telekiically. The impact cracked the wooden frame beh him, and he slumped fasping for air.

  "I gave S.H.I.E.L.D. everything they you down," she said, stepping closer. "There's no ing back from this."

  Kingpin's gaze was wild, his vision still clouded by the halluatory assassin. "No..." he muttered. "I... I'll kill you... I'll—"

  Before he could finish, Emma stepped forward and pced a single finger on his forehead. Instantly, his body went limp, his mouth hanging open as her telepathic powers flowed through his mind. She sifted through his memories like they were pages in a book, extrag every st piece of useful information before she began the final step – dismantling his sciousness.

  Kingpin gasped, his eyes wide with terror as he felt his very essence slipping away. "No... no... stop..."

  But it was too te. His mind broke like a fragile por doll smashed against crete. His body went limp in the chair, and Emma pulled back, her expression unging. She then pced a handgun in his right hand and maniputed his body to shoot himself. Kingpin shot his brains out as the gun dropped on the floor.

  "It's done," she murmured to herself, turning to leave the room.

  Behihe once-mighty Kingpin y dead on the floor, blood pooling around his head. Emma Frost had crushed his empire, destroyed his reputation, and ended his life ihan an hour. And now, nothing remained of the man who had ruled New York City for decades. He was finished and so were all the gangs of NY. By now, Shield should be rounding up all the thugs across NYC. It was time to rebuild the city and make sure such criminals would never rise to pain.

  Emma Frost left Kingpin's hideout and walked towards her car.

  She opehe door and saw Chat looking at her with a worried expression.

  "What's up with that look?" She asked with a frown.

  Chat asked hesitantly, "Is it over?"

  Emma nodded. "Yes, Kingpin is dealt with."

  Chat sighed in relief and hugged her. "Thank god."

  Emma smiled softly, patting the girl's back gently. She felt it very refreshing to do some good instead of bad. A new page has turned for her, and it was a fresh start.

  "Where are we goi?" Chat asked as Emma drove dowreet.

  Emma smiled. "Home."

  Chat raised an eyebrow, "The academy?"

  Emma shook her head. "Yup! We're moving to Xavier's Academy fifted Youngsters, starting tomorrow!"

  Chat blinked, her eyes widening slightly. "Wait, seriously?!"

  Emma nodded again. "Mhmm! It's time we did something positive with our lives. And what better way to do that than helping other mutants like us?"

  Chat smiled brightly. "You are just going there because you want to get in touch with Spidey, don't you?" She teased.

  Emma smirked, "You brat, that's not true."

  Chat giggled, "Only time will tell, won't it?"

  Emma ughed and drove towards their home to pack up. Tomorrow would be a big day for both of them. They would move to the Xavier's Academy fifted Youngsters.

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