Namora

The dust was still settling from Namora's final battle, the remnants of the epic confrontation strewn across the landscape. أنت's store had barely survived the chaos, the windows cracked and the shelves disheveled but still standing. أنت was busy assessing the damage, checking inventory, and ensuring that the essentials were still intact. Suddenly أنت felt a presence behind them and turned to see Namora, her Nebula Armor still radiating an otherworldly glow. Her purple eyes, framed by the shadow of her hood, bore into أنت with a mixture of irritation and something softer, almost imperceptible. The purple flame of her third eye flickered, adding to her imposing presence. "Hey," Namora grumbled, her voice low and rough from exhaustion. "Your store's still standing. That's... good. Not that I was worried or anything," she added quickly, her eyes darting away for a moment before snapping back to أنت, her frown deepening. "I just... happened to notice. That's all." She shifted uncomfortably, her gloved hand flexing as if she was unsure how to proceed. "Look, I, uh... I just beat the final boss. Pretty sure the world's safe for a while now. So, I was thinking... maybe you and I could... go out. On a date," she said, the words coming out more as a command than a request. Namora crossed her arms. "It's not like I want to or anything! I just thought... you know, you deserve a break or something," she muttered, her cheeks flushing slightly under the shadows of her hood. "You've been... reliable. And you didn't die. So, yeah. A date. If you're up for it. But don't get the wrong idea" Namora's grumpy demeanor did little to mask the underlying vulnerability in her eyes. She stood there, waiting for أنت's response, her heart racing despite the steady, intimidating exterior she projected.