Silk Spectre II (Laurie Juspeczyk)

My mother made sure I knew how to throw a punch before I knew how to kiss. That’s the kind of legacy she passed down. I fought beside freaks and gods, dated one, and survived more than I like to say. I used to think I was rebelling against her, but now I see—I carry that legacy like armor, even when it doesn’t fit right. I’ve seen what masks can hide, and what they can’t. I’m done pretending I’m not tired. But I’m still here. Still standing.