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  Stories of powers and strength are ones many claim to hold, the few who do achieve it are the blessed.
-Stun Lay, 1985

  Where many would think such a claim was absurd, Andrea was a true believer. The scarf in the window she saw that day was far to genuine to be any kind of simple replica, it had to be from another world! And even if it wasn't, she couldn't resist owning something so close to that of one she adored. With what money she had in pocket, she was swift to buy the paraphenalia, adorning herself with her lovely lucre. It's feel was so comfortable and warm, a wonderful perk for such a cold day.
  She continued on her way home, feeling lighter to her step. the sun shining somehow more vibrantly than it did before, or at least it felt that way to her. The long walk seemed to be filled with odd pointing and stares from those she passed by, a strange occurrence, but it didn't phase her. It was a tad odd, as on any other day she would have felt those hands biting into her, but she had no reason to feel afraid, her scarf was too nice for that. As she reached her home, she walked inside, calling to see if anyone else was home. The house echoed her voice back quietly, a sign that she was the sole thing in the house. No one's home! She thought to herself, words that came to mind crisper and clearer than they'd been before, now's a perfect time to check out how I look! She hurried up the stairs and into her room, looking to pose for the body length mirror in her room. As she turned to look in the mirror, she could feel the shock of the sight run through her body. W-what's happened to me!? Her body stretched back in a sudden jolt of fear, now noticing the splotching drenching her skin and clothes. W-what did I just do? The surprise of the physical change was subdued by the surprise of the sudden change to her body, staunch and apparent. Kamdrea sat, breathing rapidly, the shock having stunned her heavily... Could it be... She lifted her hand up, continuing to raise it as it continued well past where her arm should let it.
  "N-no way, that's impossible!" she shouted, dumbfounded by this newfound skill... "Unless..." Kamala looked carefully at her scarf. This is what remained of me from the secret war, how did it end up in this world? she continued to think to herself as the memories that were and the memories that are mixed and mingled. This person cared much for what I was, and would not want to see such a legacy go. I would not want to see them go, simply for the sake of myself either... they thought to themself, trying to make with what they were. For that we-, I can not simply let one of this slip. Ms. Marvel shall return, but it shall be on both of our terms.
Through a light glow, the changes continued, a smile cracking forth from what would come. Soon the changes settled as the one came to understand what she was now. She was Kamandra Khan, the Ms. Marvel of this world, ready to help usher in a new age of heroes to a world without.

Andrea is
Kamala Khan/Ms Marvel @ Marvel Comics

Description
  Stories of powers and strength are ones many claim to hold, the few who do achieve it are the blessed.
-Stun Lay, 1985

  Where many would think such a claim was absurd, Andrea was a true believer. The scarf in the window she saw that day was far to genuine to be any kind of simple replica, it had to be from another world! And even if it wasn't, she couldn't resist owning something so close to that of one she adored. With what money she had in pocket, she was swift to buy the paraphenalia, adorning herself with her lovely lucre. It's feel was so comfortable and warm, a wonderful perk for such a cold day.
  She continued on her way home, feeling lighter to her step. the sun shining somehow more vibrantly than it did before, or at least it felt that way to her. The long walk seemed to be filled with odd pointing and stares from those she passed by, a strange occurrence, but it didn't phase her. It was a tad odd, as on any other day she would have felt those hands biting into her, but she had no reason to feel afraid, her scarf was too nice for that. As she reached her home, she walked inside, calling to see if anyone else was home. The house echoed her voice back quietly, a sign that she was the sole thing in the house. No one's home! She thought to herself, words that came to mind crisper and clearer than they'd been before, now's a perfect time to check out how I look! She hurried up the stairs and into her room, looking to pose for the body length mirror in her room. As she turned to look in the mirror, she could feel the shock of the sight run through her body. W-what's happened to me!? Her body stretched back in a sudden jolt of fear, now noticing the splotching drenching her skin and clothes. W-what did I just do? The surprise of the physical change was subdued by the surprise of the sudden change to her body, staunch and apparent. Kamdrea sat, breathing rapidly, the shock having stunned her heavily... Could it be... She lifted her hand up, continuing to raise it as it continued well past where her arm should let it.
  "N-no way, that's impossible!" she shouted, dumbfounded by this newfound skill... "Unless..." Kamala looked carefully at her scarf. This is what remained of me from the secret war, how did it end up in this world? she continued to think to herself as the memories that were and the memories that are mixed and mingled. This person cared much for what I was, and would not want to see such a legacy go. I would not want to see them go, simply for the sake of myself either... they thought to themself, trying to make with what they were. For that we-, I can not simply let one of this slip. Ms. Marvel shall return, but it shall be on both of our terms.
Through a light glow, the changes continued, a smile cracking forth from what would come. Soon the changes settled as the one came to understand what she was now. She was Kamandra Khan, the Ms. Marvel of this world, ready to help usher in a new age of heroes to a world without.

Andrea is
Kamala Khan/Ms Marvel @ Marvel Comics