Clea had told Sofia many stories about her father as Sofia had grown up. Stories about what a great doctor he'd been before he'd become Master of the Mystic Arts, stories about how there wasn't much that he couldn't do, stories about how he'd loosely allied himself with a group of heroes who called themselves the Defenders.
Suddenly, Sofia felt as though she'd slipped on her father's ridiculous blue tunic and mind-numbingly tragic red cape as the bright lights on the map started giving her information.
Most of you guys don't know me. (Hi, Marion!) That's not important right now, though. Doubtlessly, you guys are fighting back some sort of mystic mayhem. New York's under attack, and it needs all of us who are out there fighting to band together and save the city. Probably not for the last time. My name is Sofia Strange, I'm at Central Park, and you all are my only hope or something. So hurry!
Possibly not as eloquent as something her dad could have cooked up, it's true, but time was of the essence.
Re: Central Park
Suddenly, Sofia felt as though she'd slipped on her father's ridiculous blue tunic and mind-numbingly tragic red cape as the bright lights on the map started giving her information.
Ghost Rider. Valkyrie. Beast's daughter. Namor's daughter. Hellcat and Hellstrom's child.
So much of it a Defenders legacy.
New faces too, such as Vesper and Marion.
She reached out to them.
Most of you guys don't know me. (Hi, Marion!) That's not important right now, though. Doubtlessly, you guys are fighting back some sort of mystic mayhem. New York's under attack, and it needs all of us who are out there fighting to band together and save the city. Probably not for the last time. My name is Sofia Strange, I'm at Central Park, and you all are my only hope or something. So hurry!
Possibly not as eloquent as something her dad could have cooked up, it's true, but time was of the essence.