Marvel: Year One

redmj:

It was the end of her shift at work, and MJ was sitting down and counting her tips.  Cash-wise?  She made about $34, which was a jip.  She let out a quiet-but-frustrated sigh and pocketed the cash.  Meanwhile, in the back of their shared conscious, Red Sonja wrestled with the concept of paper money.  What good, she wondered, was currency that was made of paper?  If the value of paper was so little, how could currency made of it be worth more?  It was obviously going to take Sonja some time to adjust to this time period.  Although sharing this body was not ideal, she counted herself lucky to not be wholly thrown into a world she was so unfamiliar with.  Having MJ there to help ease her into it was useful.

Which, of course, MJ took was a welcome complement.  Now, if only she could update Sonja on the concept of dating.