"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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"It's nice to see that New York had the chance to fall apart while I was gone."
Queens, New York, November 2016-
By the time Alison and Christa had jumped through the portal, they knew something wasn't right. The Sanctum was a mess, and that was putting it mildly. Glass was shattered everywhere, objects and artifacts scattered across the floor. Alison looked behind her, seeing the huge glass window of the santcum behind her, still safe and unshattered. The moon peeked through the edge of the circular window, the crooked smile of the small crescent moon almost laughing at the two girls.
"What happened?" Christa questioned, her eyes darting back and forth, scanning the building in confusion. "Cause when you said this place was a little more on the rustic side, I didn't think that you meant this."
"This isn't what this place is supposed to be." Alison agreed, looking for the man who ran the sanctum sanctorum. "No one is ever supposed to really enter here without Strange's consent. Something's really, really-"
A crash echoed through the building, causing both of the girls to jump.Suddenly, a cape zoomed through the sanctum, coming to a halt in front of Alison and Christa. It looked over at the two girls who had appeared in the sanctorum, looking to sigh with relief at the visitors.
"Hey, aren't you Strange's cloak?" Alison questioned, looking at the piece of outerwear with a shocked look. The cloak nodded to her, causing Alison's forehead to crinkle in concern. "Well, if you're here, and Strange isn't- what happened?"
"Dude, you're talking to a cape." Christa noted, pointing at the scarlet cloak with awe. "You're talking to a freakin cape."
The cape rustled, looking at Christa with a weird clothing glance that only the Cloak of Levitation could pull off. "Dude." Alison breathed in, her thumb and her pointer finger coming together to pinch the bridge of her nose. "It's a cloak. Not a cape, a cloak."
"Okay, but this still doesn't explain why this- cloak-" Christa corrected herself, pointing straight at the inanimate object with a look of skepticism. "Is over here and not with a doctor called Stephen Strange?"
"Well, I'm sure that there's some reasonable explana-" Alison was cut off by the loud creaking of the stairs, the loud footsteps of whoever was approaching echoing through the silent sanctum. The cloak rustled onto Alison in fear, not caring that the girl wasn't its master, just craving protection from whoever was coming.
"Well, well, well." A voice called out, the footsteps finally ceasing as the person made it to the top of the stairs. As their boot hit the top floor, the person spoke again. "I was wondering when Strange's little visitor would run along home again."
Alison's breath hitched in her throat, knowing exactly whose voice was speaking to her. Giving a groan of annoyance, Alison's hand dropped to her side as she tensed up, ready for the person to come into sight. "You've gotta be kidding me!"
