Part 3 of 2? Yup. Also known as an epilogue or afterword or just coz a two-parter needed a little bit more without a whole new story.
Latverian Bier Café, 221 5th Ave New York
Charles thumped down two ridiculously large steins of beer onto the table in front of Howard followed by a wad of notes.
“That’s for the fare,” said Charles taking a seat “I’ll get my work to replace the cab. Now did you get bitten?”
Howard checked his arms “Not a scratch. Got a question for you?”
“Where the hell did you send us?”
“It’s the zombie dimension I access to teleport through. It’s a horrible, horrible place!” Charles sipped his beer.
“What would you know, you were asleep!” said Howard. “And what kind of job will replace a cab that’s…hang on…you work for A.R.M.O.R!”
“So did I. Glad I’m out. Too much weirdness”
“Too weird for a talking duck?” chuckled Charles.
“Are you a comedian?” Howard raised an eyebrow. “Yeah too weird. Zombies! Wild West! Nazi zombies! Middle age duels! Way too much weird. Plus paperwork, blood tests, no smoking signs; enough to make you crack up!”
“It’s not that…” Charles took a sip and had a think “Yeah its pretty rubbish. But I get to save the universe on a weekly basis and I don’t have to wear spandex”
Howard shrugged in agreement and sipped his beer. Charles looked up at the walls noticing the ever present pictures of Dr Victor Von Doom, ruler of Latveria. “Feels like he’s watching”
“Probably is,” said Howard “He’s a nutcase dictator!”
“Makes a good beer though”
Howard smiled “The idea of Doomsie brewin’ suds in his castle dungeon, maybe you are a comedian. Here’s to Victor!”
“To Victor!” They clinked glasses and drank.
John Kelly strode into the bar, poorly disguised in a trenchcoat and fedora to hide he was the cyborg known as Siege. He walked to the loudest table in the place to where Charles Little Sky and Howard the Duck were singing, poorly.
“♪I GET KNOCKED DOWN! ♫BUT I GET UP AGAIN! ♪”
“Charles. Charles! CHARLES!” John barked.
“Oh hey John!” slurred Charles “This, this is…”
“Howard. The Duck.” sneered John “We’ve met.”
“Oh look its Deathlok lite!” laughed Howard “Beer?”
John threw a yellow envelope onto the table “That’s for the cab. Let’s go Charles, there’s some Moloids coming out of the ground near Uluru in Australia.”
Charles wobbled to his feet using Howard to steady himself “You are a remarkable man-duck-person-thing! Thanks for saving my buttocks!”
“S’okay kid. Better go before Machine Man blows a circuit.” said Howard “I best make tracks myself. Want to call me a cab?”
Charles burst into peals of laughter, doubling over onto the table. Howard grabbed the envelope and looked up at Siege.
“You still mad?”
Siege death stared down at him menacingly.
“Of course you are! Bye Charles!”
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