Parallel

Chapter I

I woke up at three in the morning from the sudden appearance of Dr. Strange in my room. From the ceiling. Made by a portal capable of severing limbs and killing someone should it ever be closed. The words that suddenly came out of his mouth were unbelievable. "Emma, could you please get me some coffee?" he asked.

"...The fuck?!" My hands were rubbing my eyes to try to see as much as my 300/20 vision would allow me. "Again? Can't you go yourself?"

"I'm kind of busy at the moment."

"Doing what?!"

"Translating and the moment I take my hands off of the book, it's gonna go back to page 666."

I couldn't help but start to giggle when I heard the number 666. "Ah, the Devil's number. Perhaps Satan has finally decided to punish you for working my ass off."

"You and your spiritual nonsense. Now get my coffee!"

"How about you close the god damn portal so I could go get your fucking coffee."

"Watch the mouth young lady."

"And you're not going to stop me from cursing," My mouth needed a deep cleansing. "It's wired within me."

"Just get me some coffee. Alright?" With that, Dr. Strange removed his head from the portal and it closed, leaving sparks to fly and disappear.

"...This asshole," I muttered to myself. I removed the warm blanket from my body and proceeded to slide on my house slippers so I could shuffle to the drawers and put on more suitable clothing. I hated going out in my pajamas. It was always a pet peeve of mine. Clothes for outside were for outside. Pajamas were for my bed only. I don't even climb go on my bed when I come home. I did my homework on my desk and, if I was really tired, would take a nice nap on the floor. Call me weird or whatever, but I like to think that I'm a clean person. I picked up the gold tinted (not that it was actually made of gold, I just managed to randomly press a gold Sharpie against it every once in a while) sling ring and slid it onto my fingers and also grabbed my wallet. I shed the pajamas for a normal, baggy shirt and a pair of basketball shorts. I managed to silently walk to the front door (this was a usual thing for me if I'm being honest) and take off my house slippers to wear a pair of flip-flops.

Concentration and small circular movements with my hand equaled a beautiful portal to the bathroom at the Starbucks on 1500 Broadway. It was the only Starbucks I knew that was opened for twenty-four hours. I took one step and the portal closed behind me. I guess I was lucky to see that no one was in the bathroom and emerged. There were, not shockingly, people still at Starbucks. Most likely college students from Columbia or NYU (though NYU had multiple Starbucks storefronts all over their campus area so I saw no reason why some of the students would be here this early in the morning). No one looked at me strangely when I walked to the cashier. After all, it was New York, the city that never sleeps. There were crazy people around the corner, always. You just needed to figure out who to avoid.

"Hi. Can I get a grande Green Tea Latte, please? And one venti Espresso Macchiato, hot, please," I tell the cashier.

The obviously tired worker put in my order. "Your name?"

"...Assbutt," I wanted to play around with Dr. Strange.

"Um, excuse me?"