Intergalactic Donuts (Kate & Wanda) 1 November 2015
"Gówno." The parking lot was empty of the modified quinjet the group of late-night-donuts-run folks had used to get to Mix Box was gone. Five minutes. Hadn't anyone heard Wanda and Kate say they'd be gone five minutes, because they were going to get coffee, too? Apparently not, and now the two of them were left behind a galaxy away, and--Wanda checked her phone for bars--as expected, AT&T didn't provide out here.
Of all the truly brilliant ideas her team had come up with, an early-morning, post-Halloween party rendezvous to Mix Box Donut Shop in the next Galaxy was actually right up there with the best of them. And whoever had known about this place and suggested it, was truly a genius. A genius who didn't know how to make an accurate head-count, but a genius nonetheless. The donuts themselves, for the ten minutes in which Wanda had had the peace of mind to enjoy them, had been the best she'd ever had. Perhaps not every-weekend-trip-to-the-next-galaxy good, but once-in-a-while-trip-to-the-next-galaxy good, certainly. That was, if she'd been sure she could trust any one of the people who had come along to be sober enough to remember to not leave people behind.
Wanda pocketed her phone again. "Maybe they had to move the plane." That had to be the only logical thing that had happened. Nobody would actually forget them in space. But on the other side of the building, and all the way around the building, in fact, there was nothing but the occasional headlight from the road and a lot of unpopulated, early-morning asphalt. What were the chances it would be the same time of day here? She finished her circuit of the building, and was somewhat relieved to see that Kate, at least, hadn't disappeared in the minute that had taken.
Wanda was already starting to curse a string of poor decisions. Who came to another dimension without bringing a better communicator than a phone? Apparently they did. Why hadn't she thought to bring her Avengers card to the Halloween party? Because there was no way they wouldn't be able to contact her while she was in Stark's Tower. And, as always came of a string of bad decisions, the absolute worst had managed to happen.
What was the chance is the shopkeeper had wifi? She pulled out her phone, but the only network available was "The_Cloud." Somehow that reached out here. Though, that network didn't work anywhere. "Damn and blast it--I can't believe they left."
Now, in retrospect, "there's nothing to crash into in space," seemed like a much worse justification for getting into a space ship with a few slightly drunk super heroes.