Till time tear us apart

What now?

Tony made some faces and the guy at the other side of the glass mirrored them. Yeah, that definitely was her, and so blondie pouted back at her.

Actually, that expression was kind of cute.

After the initial shock, mostly the realization that this wasn't her era anymore, she has to say that the exchange is funny, with this Steve being a blue eyed blond boy and a thin complexion. Not that Toni discriminated, she really doesn't have too much of a preference as long as the sex is great, which normally occurred with muscled men but still there are some surprises out there.

Lovely and all that this is she just hopes it is not permanent. The "dream" idea discarded long ago when she pinched herself and almost threw up on the floor after taking some bites on that sandwich, what was it made of? Literal sand? Because it sure didn't taste like a sandwich, and that was the event that prompted her to check on the fridge. It was good that there wasn't too much food to begin with because the refrigeration, the whole point of having a fridge, didn't work so eventually anything in there was going to get spoiled. At least she did find some coffee, not the best she has tried but it was something.

Later on, Toni felt the need to see what really happened to her. Recalling the name the guy from earlier said she ended up searching for a mirror, which she found in the most obvious of places.

She let her eyes slide from her reflection and around the bathroom she was currently in, noticing with a frown that it was as crappy as the kitchen. Clearly the men that live here tried to keep as tidy as they can. For Toni it is more than difficult to tell if they succeed, very much used to modern day luxuries as she is. It wasn't her problem, either way.

Toni proceed to wash her-his teeth, feeling weird at seeing that male face in the mirror instead of hers. It wasn't her body, but as hell was she going to let herself feel dirty all the day, so her eyes drifted all the way towards the bathtub, and then she looked down to herself.

What is it like to be a male? Does pleasure feel different when you are the one giving and not receiving?

Toni was extremely curious, the scientist inside of her smiling at the new mystery, but at the end she was more worried than excited at the implications of her present situation than anything else. The calendar that she found on her rampage earlier stated clearly what she already suspected.

Today was the eighteen of April, 1939. Barely five months before the break out of war, before Germany have done the first Blitz and taken over Poland. And although Howard surely already is a "great" inventor in this time, and maybe the only one around here that can provide any help at all, she can't just show up and claim to be his daughter from the future that coincidentally happened to have body swapped with a random boy.

Yeah, right. That's not gonna happen.

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After blushing hard at picking up what looked like female underwear —and putting on some pretty tight pants made of a strange material on top of it— he discarded the possibility of putting on the too revealing sleeveless t-shirt he found. He was still wondering where this dame's dress was, because that is what every woman wears. In his search for some more appropriate clothing he made his way inside the bedroom. He eyed the black device warily from his place at the door, and after a minute of waiting for it to make any type of sound he moved on to the dresser.

It was like opening the doors to another world, even more confusing than the one he was currently standing on. He didn't recognize any of it, other than a few dress pants and shirts. There was no woman clothing at all so that probably meant that they weren't married. The thought of this dame being a whore tore at his heart, she surely deserved more. But again, life isn't fair, and Steve knew this more than anybody else.

Thinking back to the matter at hand he just picked up the most cheapest looking shirt, not wanting to stole something that would be missed and get the dame in trouble for his actions. This was too detailed to just be a dream, he is an artist but there is no way his imagination could come up with something like this. He haven't seen a naked woman before, when trying to come up with an image there was a blank space in his head.

There was.

He is sure that now it is filled up with the vision of the goddess in the mirror.

The device started up again with its loud music and so Steve take his cue to leave. He proceeded to leave the place spotless, mostly of the clothes that where everywhere on the living room and so made a mountain of them on a chair, before making his way to what obviously was the front door and closing it behind him, the lock clicking in place.

It wasn't until he reached the street that he realized just how fucked up he actually was. He didn't recognize this part of the city, and he have been to Manhattan more than a few times due to his work on the newspaper.

A loud horn caught his attention.

"Move! Don't stand in the middle of the street, I have places to go!" exclaimed an angry driver, barely stopping before running over the confused woman. The car something that Steve haven't seen before.

"Sorry!" Steve quickly apologized and backtracked to the sidewalk, in his stupor he had walked all the way to the middle of the street, trying to decipher where he was.

And then, suddenly, someone catched him by the shoulders, making him turn around and come face to face with a black man, a man that seemed to be more than angry.

"What is your problem Toni?!" He said, and Steve didn't know if he should stay instead of running away, not that running was even an option, he knew he could take care of himself and so he stubbornly stayed, "yesterday we were supposed to see the comet together but then you disappeared on me! You didn't even call!"

Right, the comet, he saw it yesterday in that alley when fighting those guys. One of the last things he remembers before awakening here, other than Bucky finding him. However, there was another thing that caught his attention, something the man inferred by not only talking as if he knows him, but also using a name.

This man knows her. The dame which body he is currently occupying.

There probably existed better ways of doing this, but as it is Steve just wanted to go home.

"This... this probably will sound crazy but-where are we?"