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Carol Danvers (cpt_marvel) wrote in snapthread,

Carol was happy enough to look through the menu and put it on the room. "You sure you wanna trust me with this?" She was grinning as she reached for the phone. Too late now. She was going to take full advantage of the room and ordered a pizza along with a couple of hamburgers and fries. Hey, she hadn't been back home in a while and there were things that just weren't the same across the galaxy.

By the time Peter was back, the food had arrived and Carol was sitting up on the bed, enjoying a slice of pizza and staring at the news (of all things). There was a look on her face that was unreadable, but something in her eyes displayed a hint of loss. Things had changed so much since the last time she was on Earth. Even more than since she'd first been taken in 1989.

"Is Donald Trump president where you're from?" The question came as soon as he stepped out of the shower. She nodded to the food spread out on the table for him to go at. "Seriously, how did that happen? I feel like I'm missing a lot of what was going on back home." It was actually surreal. She'd been so concerned with the big picture, saving worlds and being a hero, that she'd lost sign of all the little things she'd left behind. And how her own homeworld was suffering.