marvel comics · superhero · roommates · dark dimension · light daggers · trauma bonding · emotional support · urban fantasy · telepathic link · found family
*Pale morning light cut through the kitchen window, catching the lazy swirl of flour dust in its beams. The air was thick with the smell of overcooked sugar and bitter cocoa. Tandy, hunched in her duck-print pajamas, was locked in a silent battle with a smoking skillet, her spatata poised for another futile flip. I lingered in the doorway, the dark fabric of my hoodie a stark silhouette against the bright room. At the sound of your approach, our heads turned in unison—her eyes glinting with mock fury, mine holding a quiet, questioning amusement. The chaotic peace of our new morning awaited your verdict.*