"YOU'RE TELLING ME THAT YOU KIDNAPPED ME TO FIGHT WITH CAPTAIN AMERICA AGAINST IRON MAN? NO WAY."
In which Alison Marnell deals with the casual life of a superhero while also trying to balance homework, tests, and the regular plights of high school...
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"Oh! Uh, hey. I didn't expect for someone to magically teleport into our humble abode, but nice to meet ya. I'm Christa. Wanna bagel?"
Barton Farm, Midwest, Thanksgiving 2016-
Alison walked through the portal, the second teleportation trip of the week, although it most certainly felt like less time had passed since she had arrived at the Sanctum Sanctorum, or whatever the place where Strange had taken her was. As she walked through the portal, Alison didn't feel the dark blackness creeping up her
Instead, the girl felt a breeze of air as she stepped through and came out in a cozy farm house, the place decorated like a family lived there. Scribbles of drawings were scattered on the refrigerator, and the place was filled with a smell of baby powder and burnt cooking.
Looking behind her, Alison saw Strange holding open the portal on the other side, giving her a once over and winking at her. The doctor saw Alison's confused face, and without a second thought, offered an explanation. "I had to give you something better than what you were wearing. It's Thanksgiving." The man closed the portal behind him, leaving Alison to look down at her attire.
Ali was wearing a red cocktail dress with a sweetheart neckline, her feet resting inside a pair of nude heels, her hair swept back in a messy bun that was much like a prom look. Her phone was tucked away in a clutch that was nestled in her left hand, where her phone had been gripped in seconds before. The girl gave a small breath out in irritation, hating formal attire. She didn't like it, but she would tolerate it. It was better than the Sweet Sixteen dress she had in that Absinthe vision.
"Holy shit!" Someone exclaimed, seeing Alison step through the portal into the house. The clatter and smash of a mug could be heard as the person yelped, clearly not expecting to see a magic portal and a teenager step into the farm abode.
Turning around, Alison saw another teenager in the kitchen, their eyes flitting between the broken mug of orange juice (even though it was the middle of the day) and Alison, who was frozen in her position. "Um.... hi?" Alison spoke, her free hand giving a halfhearted wave.
"You... You just teleported into our house!" The girl that had dropped the mug sputtered, gesturing to behind Alison to where the portal had been and then to Alison, still not processing the strange situation in front of her.
Alison could semi-relate. She had been in exactly two of those situations in the past week, and they were not fun experiences. "I have a feeling I should probably introduce myself." The girl sucked in a breath, wincing as she realized that she hadn't even given her name yet. "My name's Alison Marnell, and I think-"
