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The questions were relentless as (Y/N) made her way back to the tribe. They took one look at her disheveled state and immediately started to panic. They were yelling about how K’uK’ulcan must have rejected her and their attempts at an alliance.
The elders got into a huge fight with one another because some of them had opposed the idea of the mutant being let into the tribe to begin with. People surrounded her yelling at her and each other about how they should not have let an outsider in, and how they should have given her more training to impress the god.
All the noise was starting to give her a headache.
She’s had enough of this. (Y/N) screamed on the top of her lungs shaking the ground for good measure and the maya grew silent. Stunned and slightly afraid they moved out of her way as the mutant walked toward her aunt's hut on the outskirts of the village.
She briefly stopped to look behind her. “Estoy cansada,” she gestured to the bruises that littered her body, “K’uK’ulcan has tested me and agreed to form an alliance after he gets to know me.”
With that she gave the elders a short nod and kept walking to her aunt's hut. Instantly the tribe began to whisper to one another. She could hear bits and pieces of them saying that the god probably wanted to test her and her power.
(Y/N) sighed trying her best not to put any weight on her bad foot. His strength is no joke and getting tripped twice by him on the same foot has most definitely sprained it. At least the tribe bought the things she said.
Really if she hadn’t put up a fight that probably would have happened. That makes lying to them a little easier. The last thing she wants is for them to find out what really happened out on the beach. For them to find out that she spit on all the things they’ve taught her and done for her.
They were gracious enough to keep her in the tribe even when her powers were very much out of her control and caused her to involuntarily destroy things. The only condition they gave her was that she had to live so far from the rest of the tribe.
Ignoring her guilt the mutant made her way through the door. Her aunt's house was one of the few in the village that wasn't made by the same mud the ancestors used. Mostly because of her. They caught on pretty early into her first arrival that it would take a different kind of house to withstand all of (Y/N)’s, at the time, unpredictable power.
Slowly she made her way through the small living room noticing that her aunt was nowhere to be seen. She scanned the room and could only see her aunt's plants looking back at her. If her aunt were here she would be in the small kitchen preparing something for her after her hours of training.
The other members of the village did not have powers like her own, but they still kept her on her toes as they taught her to think quickly and strategically for when K’uK’ulcan would inevitably call on her.
Her aunt must have gotten caught up with the rest of the tribe in the gossip of her arrival. As (Y/N) continued to limp further into the home she briefly wondered through her exhaustion, how exactly Namor was meant to call on her.
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“I know you do not trust me nor do you see me as a god so I wanted to offer you to call me Namor.” He looked deep into her eyes and she could have sworn he almost looked pained at the suggestion.
“Oh wow on nickname basis with his majesty, lucky me.” (Y/N) tried to joke to lighten the mood as they made their way back to the ocean.
“It’s not a nickname.” Namor frowned as he told her about the first time he visited the surface world to bury his mother, and what the Spanish priest called him.
She blanched, “And you want me to call you that?”
“I want to earn your respect and that includes earning my title from you.” He forces a smile before looking away into the sea.
“Do you see me as one of them?” She asks picturing the catholic slinging murderers who called him a demon.
“No I never could,” he turned to her again taking her hand in his, “But I know I need to show you why they call me K’uK’ulcan.”
(Y/N) looked at him confused and before she could protest he brought her hand up to gently kiss her knuckles. Right as she pulled her hand away he let it go and walked into the water. He looked back at her for a split second before diving into the depths and disappearing just as he appeared.
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She still wasn’t sure about ever being able to call him that out loud. What would the tribe think if they ever heard her. Maybe it was safe to do so just in her head, for the sake of avoiding confusion, of course.
Right as the mutant was about to walk past the kitchen something shiny caught her eye. She stopped dead in her tracks as she spotted the huge pristine shell laying on her aunt's countertop.
Is this from him? (Y/N) shoved herself toward it before gingerly picking it up to examine it. Is this how he would call her? Was he literally planning to call her? With a shell… like it's a phone?
She holds it up to her ear and whispers quietly, “Namor?” Suddenly the front door slams open and (Y/N) screeches, almost dropping the shell. Her aunt bursts in screaming her name with a bag of groceries on her arm.
“(Y/N)!!” Her aunt was screaming once more as soon as she saw her. “iAy mija! ¿Que te paso? Que te iso?” Her hands were quickly inspecting her niece's body. Gliding around her skin and turning her head from side to side despite the protests.
(Y/N) hissed as her tender skin was pulled in all directions. “¡Ya tia porfavor!” she cried out her voice taking on a whining tone as her aunt quickly let go apologizing and cooing under breath. Then just as quickly her face soured.
“What the hell did you do!? The entire village is saying ``K'uK'ulcan beat you up to test you!’” she smacked her niece's arm. “What did you say to him, niña!”
“Nada tia, I didn’t say anything to him!”
“Yeah right, like I believe that for a second.” She scoffs and puts her groceries down on the counter. “I remember all the things you used to say as a child, did you say those things to him?”
She points an accusatory finger at (Y/N) and she lifts her hands defensively despite the pain. “I didn’t-” she’s cut off as her aunt catches a glimpse of the shell next to the groceries.
“What is this?” Her aunt picks it up almost carelessly and (Y/N) panics rushing to grab the shell from her aunt's grasp.
“Don’t grab it like that! It’s from him!” She yells and places the shell softly back on the table. Her aunt scoffs again.
“He left you a gift?” She puts a hand up to her head as if to steady herself. “So it is all true he’s coming back to test you… and he beat you up for the same reason.” She looks off to the distance.
(Y/N) gives a humorless chuckle. “Yes it’s all true,” she swallows down the lump forming in her throat, “He wants to see about forming the alliance you all wanted.” Lying to the village was already bad enough, but lying to her aunt felt that much worse.
Her aunt's face broke out in a bright smile. “This is amazing! You really did it!” She was almost yelling and it made the flowers she set up around their home burst into full bloom despite it being the wrong season.
(Y/N) tried her best to share in her aunt's excitement as she ran around the home trying to find their first aid kit. Neither her or her aunt were born into the tribe, but they took them both in for their power.
The elders saw the way that society shunned mutants away, and because they had children in the tribe who had been born with the mutant gene. They grew to recognize those powers as gifts. Her aunt was taken in by the tribe after (Y/N)’s grandparents kicked her out. And in return she helped them to grow their crops,
Now they’ve taken (Y/N) in and in return what does she do? Oh that’s right, she beats their god with the intent to kill him. She tries her best not to think about it anymore as her aunt guides her to sit on their couch and starts cleaning her cuts.
She hadn’t even realized that Namor had managed to cut through her skin. The sting of the disinfectant got her out of her head enough for her to focus on the conversation with her aunt. She wants to know about Namor’s power. If he is as grand as they say.
“Yes tia he is practically invincible, super fast, and very strong.” (Y/N) recounts the battle and leaves out the fact that she started it. It’s no wonder his people and the Maya revere him as a god.
Namor is like nothing else on this planet, like no one else on this planet. That fact alone almost makes her want to let go of her resentment. Life would be easier if she just accepted him and his people.
But accepting them means she has to let go of the literal centuries of pain and enslavement that people went through. She can’t even call herself native because everyone has lost so much of their native roots.
People on the street, in restaurants, and in stores cruse other people out for looking too dark, too native. Is she supposed to look at Namor and his people and not feel injustice and anger?
“Alright you’ve been through a lot tonight.” Her aunt breaks her out of her stupor. So much for being focused.
“Get some rest, I’m making your favorite tomorrow to celebrate.” Her aunt smiles and (Y/N) does her best to smile back.
“Buenas noches tía.” She hobbles back to her room as her aunt says good night and she lays down. Maybe after she gets some rest she will be able to think more clearly.
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Waking up has never been more unpleasant. (Y/N)’s neck is stiff and everything is sore as she lays on her bed wide awake. She slept so early last night and it’s already almost twelve pm and yet she feels as if she’s been up for hours.
Her body must be using up all her energy to heal. When she was first discovering her power the tribe wanted to watch the speed of which her injuries healed. There is another mutant in the tribe that heals overnight no matter what ails him, so they suspected her of being able to do the same.
Unfortunately, she does not hold this ability. Through her years of training and honing her power she has come to find that she actually has worse luck with healing than the average human. She bruises easily, always catches any illness that’s going around, and has a habit of picking at her wounds so it takes them longer to heal.
Her tia always said she got it from her biological father. When they were all younger her father would always be sick or injured. (Y/N)’s aunt would complain for hours every time that was brought up. But still her aunt would say that at least now with her she was able to learn how to grow and cultivate plants specifically for healing purposes.
(Y/N) gets so tired of hearing about her deadbeat dad she always changes the subject. Her aunt is gonna have to learn to let go of this grudge. It gets annoying to hear about him. Can’t they all agree that he’s dead or something?
Slowly the mutant gets up from her bed and walks toward the bathroom. She’s starting to think it would've been easier to die last night considering the pain in her chest. She looks down to inspect it at the source as she brushes her teeth.
She slowly lifts her shirt so she can check it out on the mirror in front of her. Wide eyes land on the giant purple and green bruise on her chest and she lets out a whine, lowering her shirt and focusing on looking a little less like she had died.
(Y/N) washed her face and did her best to braid her hair back before changing and heading into the oddly quiet house. Just like yesterday when she got back her aunt was nowhere to be found.
She hummed to herself before eyeing the seashell on the counter of the small table. When was he planning on doing this calling anyway? Not that she still thinks he’s gonna do it through the shell. She side steps the shell and walks towards the door.
She won’t be hungry till later anyway so there’s nothing stopping her from going to find her aunt. The mutant pushes the door open and is greeted by the sun blinding her and the sound of people yelling. As her eyes adjust she sees what looks like the entire village surrounding her aunt, a blue woman, and Namor.
Her eyes go wide and she can feel herself start to panic as she hears them all talking. Children are running around them asking the women and Namor to carry them.
Oh gods what did he say to them? Did he tell them she started the fight with him?
The woman he’s with spots her first. Her head piece swishes as her head turns to face her with the nastiest glare (Y/N)’s ever received in her life. She feels a chill run up her spine as the woman attempts to murder her with her eyes.
She must be from his underwater world. Namor probably told her what happened. (Y/N) tries her best to keep a neutral expression. She has nothing against any of the people living in their undersea paradise. They don’t all claim to be the gods that the people of the surface were slaughtered for worshiping.
As she tries to steady her breathing so she does not look as scared as that glare makes her feel; the blue woman stalks slowly towards her. The rest of the village turn to her as the action catches their eyes and Namor blanches quickly following after the woman.
Before (Y/N) has the sense to run or at least close the door the woman’s spear is pointed right at her. Namor rushes by her side and forces her spear down and away from the mutant's neck.
“(Y/N) nice to see you again.” He greets her with a wide smile as if he wasn’t the only reason the woman hasn’t already killed her. “Can we talk inside?” Namor side eyes the rest of the tribe all clamoring to get closer while still maintaining a respectable distance to their god.
The mutant’s eyes are trained on the woman that is still in a battle stand probably ready to kill her.
“Both of you?”
“Yes please.”
Her eyes dart to his nervously trying to show her apprehension without alerting the rest of the people watching.
“Don’t worry we come in peace.” Namor smiles clearly trying to push the blue woman's spear all the way down. (Y/N) swallows her nerves as she lets them into the one house in the whole village that is not made out of mud.
If anything happens and this really is just a trap to kill her she’s just gonna have to work with the dirt from her aunt's plants.