Mid-Afternoon Snack
Mmm. Beer. So good, Carol Danvers thought to herself as she downed half of a particularly icy bottle in one long gulp. She wiped her mouth and leaned against the counter in the kitchen of Avengers Mansion, feeling instantly refreshed. It had been a long, long week, but all of it had been very worth it. Carol had wrested control of Woman magazine from J. Jonah Jameson just a month ago (score one for her), and its new reign was going very well, if she did say so herself. People who refused to work with Jameson were flocking to her in droves, and that did much for her ego. Finally, with JJJ out of the picture, Carol could do an actual, respectable magazine. And boy, does that feel good, she mused as she started on her second beer.
She lifted herself onto the granite counter and took another swig. A corona of energy traveled over Carol from toe to head as her Ms. Marvel uniform transformed into blue jeans and a fitted, button down black shirt.
She had been on her way home when Carol had run across a nasty bank robbery in progress. She’d stopped it easily, and she’d actually been recognized for her efforts. Quite frankly, that made her feel marvelous.
Carol’s stomach rumbled then.
Food.
Food would be good.
She dove back into the fridge and pulled out the fixings for a sandwich. Pastrami and mustard on sourdough. Yes, that sounded perfect.
She lifted herself onto the granite counter and took another swig. A corona of energy traveled over Carol from toe to head as her Ms. Marvel uniform transformed into blue jeans and a fitted, button down black shirt.
She had been on her way home when Carol had run across a nasty bank robbery in progress. She’d stopped it easily, and she’d actually been recognized for her efforts. Quite frankly, that made her feel marvelous.
Carol’s stomach rumbled then.
Food.
Food would be good.
She dove back into the fridge and pulled out the fixings for a sandwich. Pastrami and mustard on sourdough. Yes, that sounded perfect.