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“Three tickets to… Marijuana? Tell me, do you sell them by the ounce?” Stephen Strange smiled at the ticket taker. America Chavez groaned, burying her face in her hands.
“For the millionth time, Stephen, the band’s name is the ‘The Mary Janes!’”
“Yes, Strange, perhaps you could use that memory of yours to absorb some culture!” Wong glared. America gave him a grateful smile, taking in his Gwen Stacy shirt.
“Well it’s a little hard when we’ve been hopping universes non stop! Who are they, anyway? Friends of yours?”
“No, but another universe’s Spider-Man mentioned they were great!” America beamed. She then bit her lower lip as she glanced at a poster. “Plus, Gwen Stacy is so flarking…” she caught Stephen glancing at her with amusement and cleared her throat. “I just… If you had to get bitten by a spider… You could do worse…”
Stephen honestly didn’t know how to respond to this, so he just shook his head and passed a crumple of Universe-65 bills across the divider to the ticket taker.
“Thank you sir! Here’s your tickets, and happy Father’s Day!”
Wong blinked in confusion and Stephen shook his head vigorously.
“Wait, what?!” America squeaked, clearly mortified.
“It’s so nice to see fathers taking an interest in their daughter’s hobbies. I wish my dad had been like yours!” The woman smiled at America, who had ironically appropriated Stephen’s vigorous head shake as though they were related. Wong stepped forward.
“Miss, I do not mean to be abrasive, but I must say: while I am honored that America has seen fit to allow me to guide her in the ways of sorcery until we can locate her true parents, I am not her father. And this man,” Wong jabbed his finger in Stephen’s direction, “should never be responsible for a child!”
“Hey…. Hurtful!”
“You are a terrible plant parent,” America whispered.
“How was I supposed to know you have to water Dark Dimension Ficus with Unicorn Blood?!”
Meanwhile the woman behind the counter began stuttering apologies.
“I am so sorry—Shouldn’t have assumed—Just, you were so cute… Here, I’ll remove the Father’s Day discount…”
Wong froze. “What was that last bit?!”
“The discount… For Father’s Day. I’ll remove it!”
Wong and Stephen glanced at one another. America got a sinking feeling she knew where their minds were headed.
“...The adoption isn’t completely finished yet, but I don’t think it’s exactly wrong to call us fathers,” Wong began, clasping tightly to Stephen suddenly. Stephen nodded as though having just reconsidered himself.
“Yes, love, let’s not be too harsh on ourselves!”
“I hate you both.”
“Oh you really are fathers and daughter!”
America swiveled to the ticket booth operator, clearly preparing to correct the record once again, but the woman shoved their tickets along with bright white and red lanyards that seemed at once distinct from the concert tickets.
“...And here’s your Father-Daughter Backstage Pass to Meet with the band after the concert! I’m sure Miss Stacy and her father would love to see you three!”
Wong and Stephen looked to her. America looked back at them. She twisted her face into a far too jubilant smile, then threw her arms around Wong in a hug.
“You guys are the best dads ever!”