nextgenerationmarvel | Strange Bedfellows (Sofia)

This existence is interminable, mortal. I will not be Mephisto's pawn for eternity!

"Believe me, Sweet Cheeks, I ain't lookin' forward to it. But hey, when I die, I get an all-expenses paid trip to Hell. So maybe you shouldn't complain about the livin' arrangements so much, huh?" Tommy said, pulling up to the brownstone and looking around. He was in the heart of Greenwich Village, a hipster hub if he'd ever seen one. They filmed a TV show here, once, didn't they? He couldn't remember.

"Why am I here, Zarathos?" Tommy asked aloud, seemingly to no one.

Because here, mortal, lies the key to my--to our--freedom. Or at least the start. Unless you wish to continue wallowing in defeat and balming your guilt and despair with mindless sex and oceans of alcohol. If you believe yourself defeated, why not try to end it all again? Do you think the fish-girl will save you twice?

"That's exactly what I'm afraid of." he said.

In truth, Tommy was pretty sure Kassi wasn't anywhere nearby. If he'd gone down to the pier and jumped in at this time of night, no one would hear him. He could have done it months ago after he left her. He could have put the gun in his mouth after making sure that Joe was okay. But he hadn't. He told Zarathos he didn't know why but Kassi had done something for him that night he hadn't expected.

She'd given him hope.

Zarathos had seized on it immediately. Tommy hadn't lied to Rose about his reasons for coming back to New York, but he also wasn't fully honest about them. Until now, he didn't even know what he was looking for...until he arrived at 177A Bleecker Street.

"So who's here that can help us out?" Tommy asked.

Go forth and see, young knight.

Tommy snorted and walked up to the door, knocking loudly.

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"Well, whenever you feel comfortable, let me know. In the meantime, this is sundae is top-notch." he said, eating a bit more.

"And thank you, Sofia. Anything you come across, no matter how small, helps. Maybe someday it'll lead to a breakthrough." Tommy told her.

"Oh, no. I wasn't saying no to a little fun now," Sofia laughed. "I meant, I wasn't going to get all magical-kinky on you until later." She licked her spoon. "I mean. Unless you have somewhere else to be?"

Gently twirling the caramel sauce in her cup, she smiled warmly at him. "Hey. Of course. You came to my doorstep seeking help. I'm not the kind of girl to turn someone away for that, handsome."

"No, nowhere else to be." he said, eating a bit more of the sundae. He was probably going to regret not eating dinner later but, right now, that didn't bother him.

He was more interested in the woman in front of him right now.

"Oh good."

She muttered something under her breath, her eyes taking on a preternatural glow. A soft wind stirred up in the library, and the scent of roses and vanilla filled the room.

The world melted away around them for the briefest of moments before becoming solid again.

They were in the same positions as before, ice cream sundaes intact, but instead of being in the library, they were in an opulent bedroom - Sofia on the bed, Tommy still kneeling next to her.

A fire cheerily crackled in a well-used fireplace.

A bucket moved over from a corner next to Tommy. "In case the teleporting made you feel a little ill," she grinned.

"Oh no. I'm good. Teleportation's always been one of those things I wished I could do." he said.

He whistled as he looked around at their surroundings.

"This is the nicest place I've ever been in. Usually, Motel 6 is the livin' large for me.

He rose and unbuckled his knife, setting his knife aside. Next, he took off his brown leather jacket, revealing the black t-shirt beneath. He slipped off his holster with his Glock and set that aside as well. Free of the extra weight, he moved to sit down on the bed with Sophia.

"Now on the menu: Angel-Face sundaes."

"Thanks. I keep on trying to modern the place up, and the Sanctum keeps on turning it back into this ritzy, stuffy old thing. I stopped fighting it recently."

The place really did kind of have a mind of its own.

She grinned and snapped her fingers one more time. Her outfit changed within a blink of an eye, from the shorts and t-shirt she'd been wearing, to something a little flirtier and sexier.

She let go of her sundae cup and it floated away to the nightstand, leaving Sofia all kinds of open.

"Extra whipped cream, please."

"As you wish, Intern Strange." he said with a smile.

"Set us up with some ingredients."

Once the ingredients appeared, Tommy and Sofia spend the night making sundaes and getting to know each other.

Strange Bedfellows (Sofia)

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