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"Gotcha. Well, it's been a pleasure, Frank." Daredevil said, turning to go another path. "I wish you luck, to either making it to another safehouse, or finding a quick death." He finished, before walking off to try and find others.

Coarse, he didn't stick to just walking. Using his skills as an acrobatic, he traveled via rooftops or poles that were available. Before long, he climbed one tall building. Comically hanging off the edge, using his hand to shield his eyes as he looked for people.

Hoping that if he did find someone, that they could help him get back home.

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"Are you quite done staring?"
 
"Are you quite done staring?"



Daredevil's eyes widened, as he looked around for the owner of the voice. Somewhat shocked by the sudden voice. "Can't help it, I love to be a sightseer." He quipped, in an attempt to calm himself.

@C.T.
 
"No, but it was a joke. No need to be so tense, thought you fleshy ones liked the flair for the dramatic." He stepped out from behind one of the farther pillars in the room. "Greetings, fleshy ones. Sorry I didn't come to your aid back there but I value my life. Aaron Stack." He gestured at himself.

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"Or Machine Man if you're feeling technical. Or nasty. Whatever your mood happens to be today. Luckily for you, I've been sent to retrieve you, bring you back to a safer locale than this one. Make sense?"

@Hospes @Ringmaster

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"...Oh. Well, in that case, I guess I'll let you live, Mr. Roboto."

[BCOLOR=#ffff00]After all, he can't be the pizza thief. Everybody knows that robots don't like pizza.[/BCOLOR]

What? What kind of sick f#*% doesn't like pizza?

Anyways, that wasn't the only thing that this machine man fellow said that needed addressed. "Sent to retrieve us?" Wanda repeated, narrowing her eyes at the male. Or, well, she presumed he was male. Did robots even have dicks? --Whatever. "Does that mean you know the s@(#-licking c#&*suckers that took my pizza?"

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"I am, indeed. The answers will be given in great detail to you and all the rest when we get somewhere...more secure. Will that suffice for now? We really don't have a lot of time here."

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Chel nodded in response to him, her expression settling to a more neutral one. "I don't really care if you're unable to give me the answers now, just get me out of here and to somewhere that answers will be given to me." She said, folding her arms across her chest as she waited for the extraction she so longingly desired.

@C.T.
 
Now this was a puzzle and no mistake. Retrieval implied an organization, or at the least some master who pulled the strings. A look at their current surroundings told Sonja much about the untold circumstances as to why, tied into the agent sent to bring them in. The very thought sent a pang through her- Both their hearts for the briefest of moments, the innocuous pop culture reference in her mind making her sad. But Sonja, unlike Mary was nothing if not practical and she raised her head with a frown.

"And who, might this...Person you work for, be?"

It was a neutral enough question.

The grip on her sword, was not.

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Daredevil's eyes widened, as he looked around for the owner of the voice. Somewhat shocked by the sudden voice. "Can't help it, I love to be a sightseer." He quipped, in an attempt to calm himself.

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There was no sight of anybody...but in the next second, he felt himself grabbed alongside a whiplash of wind from blinding speed.

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"...Oh. Well, in that case, I guess I'll let you live, Mr. Roboto."

[BCOLOR=#ffff00]After all, he can't be the pizza thief. Everybody knows that robots don't like pizza.[/BCOLOR]

What? What kind of sick f#*% doesn't like pizza?

Anyways, that wasn't the only thing that this machine man fellow said that needed addressed. "Sent to retrieve us?" Wanda repeated, narrowing her eyes at the male. Or, well, she presumed he was male. Did robots even have dicks? --Whatever. "Does that mean you know the s@(#-licking c#&*suckers that took my pizza?"

@C.T. @Ringmaster
"Afraid not, Deadgal."
Now this was a puzzle and no mistake. Retrieval implied an organization, or at the least some master who pulled the strings. A look at their current surroundings told Sonja much about the untold circumstances as to why, tied into the agent sent to bring them in. The very thought sent a pang through her- Both their hearts for the briefest of moments, the innocuous pop culture reference in her mind making her sad. But Sonja, unlike Mary was nothing if not practical and she raised her head with a frown.

"And who, might this...Person you work for, be?"

It was a neutral enough question.

The grip on her sword, was not.

@C.T. @Hospes

"Good question. Smart even! Are you sure you're human?" He asked in a tone that made it hard to tell if he was joking or not. "But to answer it...I work for no one. I work with some of the surviving sane people who are not trying to gnaw faces off and are trying to fix this thing. Reed Richards chief among them."

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"Afraid not, Deadgal."


"Good question. Smart even! Are you sure you're human?" He asked in a tone that made it hard to tell if he was joking or not. "But to answer it...I work for no one. I work with some of the surviving sane people who are not trying to gnaw faces off and are trying to fix this thing. Reed Richards chief among them."

@Hospes @Ringmaster

"Damn," the mercenary cursed, only for her eyes to widen and a gasp to come from her. "Woah, I can say damn and it isn't censored!"

[BCOLOR=#ffff00]I guess it isn't considered a curse, in the basement-dwelling loser world of roleplayers.[/BCOLOR]

Hah! Loopholes, motherf#*%ers!

Realizing what she was saying would likely make no sense to the others, she opted to simply move on. "So. You aren't working with the pizza thieves, and you don't let people boss you around. I like the cut of your jiblets, mister roboto," she stated, obviously lacking the sense of mistrust that Sonja displayed. "So! Where we headed?"

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Sonja kept her own misgivings, and her grip on her sword as she waited for them to head out. He mentioned Reed Richards...And more information would prove useful, at least where this place was concerned.

"Are there others like us? Transported against our will, wandering without guidance?"

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"Damn," the mercenary cursed, only for her eyes to widen and a gasp to come from her. "Woah, I can say damn and it isn't censored!"

[BCOLOR=#ffff00]I guess it isn't considered a curse, in the basement-dwelling loser world of roleplayers.[/BCOLOR]

Hah! Loopholes, motherf#*%ers!

Realizing what she was saying would likely make no sense to the others, she opted to simply move on. "So. You aren't working with the pizza thieves, and you don't let people boss you around. I like the cut of your jiblets, mister roboto," she stated, obviously lacking the sense of mistrust that Sonja displayed. "So! Where we headed?"

@C.T. @Ringmaster
"...At least you are entertaining. That's a certain...charm. Alaska is where we're headed. There's a few cities there that are still thriving due to their more remote nature. Reed and what's left of the superhuman population that we know of are holed up there. Shame you didn't pack more warmly."
Sonja kept her own misgivings, and her grip on her sword as she waited for them to head out. He mentioned Reed Richards...And more information would prove useful, at least where this place was concerned.

"Are there others like us? Transported against our will, wandering without guidance?"

@Hospes @C.T.
"Yes." A blunt answer. "Shouldn't be a long trip, stealth jet isn't far. Then you may get all your answers."

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T'challa and Reed had not been idle either, working alongside several dozen lesser-known top minds, they all scrambled for ways to generate more energy quicker or cut down on what was required to pull more through. By the time the new arrivals to this planet had been gathered by their allies and two were directed to this location by an off-duty scientist, they had succeeded. What's more, they had managed to use the first pull through test run to better adjust their systems, allowing them to bring any others directly to them, sparing them the risk of losing any allies they already had, simply for retrieval.

"I'm aware you all must have many questions."

Reed looked out among the various gathered superhumans, a motley bunch indeed. Pulled from various worlds and realities. His scanner was only able to pick up on basic physiology and power-sets among them, not the stories behind them.

"Just one moment." He added, setting a pair of goggles over his eyes and making a few last minute adjustments with elongated fingers. "I'd advise turning away." He warned, before starting the activation process. A bright, almost blinding light filled the room. When it faded, among the group stood several people who had not been there before. Monet St Croix, Scott Lang, Jennifer Walters and Lincoln Campbell. "Hrm. Not as big this time, but that does fit with the more rushed nature." Reed took off his goggles and sighed. "Explanations are due, I understand. Allow me to preface this by saying we wouldn't have pulled you through and certainly not in this manner, were the situation of our Earth not so dire. Now bear with me through this admittedly lengthy explanation, if you can."

He stepped forward, removing his lab coat as well and tossing it aside. "Our Earth was ushered into an apocalyptic event years ago, though we would not know about it for some time. Frank Castle, working as he always does, went off a tip of a local mafia smuggling in portable WMDs. Ambushing the site, he found there were none but he did allow for the release of Survivor 118. A known experimental chemical, built for allowing people to adapt to surviving contaminated and even irradiated environments. Hit with a rather large dose himself, the Punisher was heavily sick for a few days in his own words, before proceeding as normal. The rest...seeped into the New York City water supply, unknown and undetected by most."

"Life went on as normal as it ever was for about a year following this incident. Finally, one morning, we were given the first sign that all was not normal. After a fight with the Rhino that found its' way into a crowded stadium, Patient Zero ate the Rhino on live television. I, alongside my wife Susan Storm, brother in law Johnny Storm and best friend Ben Grimm were able to subdue him and bring him back to a custom cell where he stayed under constant supervision. His...behavior had changed dramatically. He stuck to the shadows, lurking, growling. Staring at us the way a hungry predator would. I brought together this world's smartest minds. Myself, T'Challa-" He gestured at Panther. "-Hank Pym and Hank McCoy, in an attempt to figure out what had happened."

"We found that his DNA had been entirely rewritten. Such a process is slow, which accounted for that time. It left him as...well, I imagine what some of you have already run into. With him in lockup, we proceeded again, shelving this as an isolated incident." Reed shook his head. "It was not. Soon after, we got reports of another devouring upwards of 20 people in an expensive restaurant. One could almost say that was akin to a grenade being pulled, as cases began to pop up at an alarming rate."

"In studying the effects and the numbers of cases, Hank Pym theorized that this was not a spreading affliction, but more the symptoms of a pre-existing condition. What he meant was that many were already infected and it would only be a matter of time before some would turn. With each new case, that seemed to become less theory and more truth. This plague did not spread through bites or the contact of infected body fluids, as zombie movies would have you believe. It was a slow gradual change, started by Survivor 118 and spread through our water. By the time we realized this, the world descended into chaos."

"Ben Grimm and Hank McCoy turned while among us in my lab. Ben freed Patient Zero, who along with McCoy, proceeded to kill and devour Hank Pym. My lab was no longer secure, so we had to move our operations. The streets were heavy with fighting, infected superhumans such as the Hulk, Magneto, Electro and others causing massive damage to the city's infrastructure. The importance of the remaining minds could not be understated and so it came to be that our escort, made up of a large number of superhumans/vigilantes still on our side had to hold one of the bridges out of New York against a horde of the infected, led by the Hulk. The fight that ensued claimed many lives but we were free and clear. We relocated twice, trying to stay out of the reach of the infected. We were remarkably successful, choosing this remote locale for our operation. We continued our search for a cure."

Reed paused for a few silent moments. "The world outside our lab, however, was not as lucky. Numbers dwindled, each person we lost becoming one that they gained. That and how unexpected it was in the first place, it was all but assured that any fighting through physical means in the streets was pointless. Containing this outbreak was not feasible. Militaries crumbled, the last stand of the New York National Guard took place on Coney Island...the fight lasted 3 days. So many succumbed until now...now the only superheroes we know of number below thirty." He looked at them all after this. "So we come to you."

"We pulled you to us, because we needed help. I apologize in the manner that we did, but if I have to do it again, I will. You have not been exposed to this plague as some of us still around have. Moreover, we have studied this in great, agonizing detail. While a cure to reverse this is still long-term, our studies of infected and uninfected have allowed us to develop a vaccine that should give you immunization to the effects in the case that one of you comes into contact with infected source material."

"In short, we pulled you here to do what heroes do best. Save the world."

He hesitated, before proceeding with another scan to determine who had come through power-wise and how useful they are.

- Hawkeye, one of the few on the planet who had been naturally immune.
- Another who possessed a cybernetic body, also immune.
- A Deadpool female, with a healing factor giving her resistance.
- Daredevil of a different kind, seemingly having been exposed to the Terrigen mists of the Inhumans. Uncertain ability.
- Hercules, the god of strength himself. A heavy hitter and good advantage.
- Another who Reed did not recognize from appearance but based off scans and reports from Pietro, she possessed a long-range teleportation ability. Highly useful for quick escapes.
- A mutant, one with the most versatile power set in the group. Strength, Flight, Telepathy, Telekinesis, Healing...well rounded.
- An unknown individual, wearing Hank Pym's Ant-Man suit. Pym Particles for size shifting.
- An electromagnetic manipulator likewise unknown to him
- She-Hulk, another heavy hitter with regeneration
- Someone who looked remarkably like Mary Jane Watson but...there was some unknown energy carried with her
- One who's genetic structure seemed a match for...huh.

Reed find himself looking at her in great detail while T'Challa finally spoke up.

"Any questions?"

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For once, Sonja and Mary had none to ask as they took in the information. Sonja was shocked at how things had backslided to some nightmare akin to the darker times of her world. And Mary...Oh, dear host, poor Mary. The first time this had happened, when Peter had died was bad enough. To hear that he might have fallen, along with everyone else she had known... Sonja sighed and closed her eyes in silent mourning, as well as a method to commune with her host.

"Host?"

"Everyone...Gone. Gwen, my mother, Aunt May- Everyone. Its horrible."

"Its likely you have vanished as well Host. In this world at least. If you wish to protect the others, then it seems we have no choice. What say you?"

"...I'll fight."

Aloud, Mary Jane Watson spoke for them both. "No questions. We want to help any way we can."

"That's my host." Thought Sonja proudly in their head.

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T'challa and Reed had not been idle either, working alongside several dozen lesser-known top minds, they all scrambled for ways to generate more energy quicker or cut down on what was required to pull more through. By the time the new arrivals to this planet had been gathered by their allies and two were directed to this location by an off-duty scientist, they had succeeded. What's more, they had managed to use the first pull through test run to better adjust their systems, allowing them to bring any others directly to them, sparing them the risk of losing any allies they already had, simply for retrieval.

"I'm aware you all must have many questions."

Reed looked out among the various gathered superhumans, a motley bunch indeed. Pulled from various worlds and realities. His scanner was only able to pick up on basic physiology and power-sets among them, not the stories behind them.

"Just one moment." He added, setting a pair of goggles over his eyes and making a few last minute adjustments with elongated fingers. "I'd advise turning away." He warned, before starting the activation process. A bright, almost blinding light filled the room. When it faded, among the group stood several people who had not been there before. Monet St Croix, Scott Lang, Jennifer Walters and Lincoln Campbell. "Hrm. Not as big this time, but that does fit with the more rushed nature." Reed took off his goggles and sighed. "Explanations are due, I understand. Allow me to preface this by saying we wouldn't have pulled you through and certainly not in this manner, were the situation of our Earth not so dire. Now bear with me through this admittedly lengthy explanation, if you can."

He stepped forward, removing his lab coat as well and tossing it aside. "Our Earth was ushered into an apocalyptic event years ago, though we would not know about it for some time. Frank Castle, working as he always does, went off a tip of a local mafia smuggling in portable WMDs. Ambushing the site, he found there were none but he did allow for the release of Survivor 118. A known experimental chemical, built for allowing people to adapt to surviving contaminated and even irradiated environments. Hit with a rather large dose himself, the Punisher was heavily sick for a few days in his own words, before proceeding as normal. The rest...seeped into the New York City water supply, unknown and undetected by most."

"Life went on as normal as it ever was for about a year following this incident. Finally, one morning, we were given the first sign that all was not normal. After a fight with the Rhino that found its' way into a crowded stadium, Patient Zero ate the Rhino on live television. I, alongside my wife Susan Storm, brother in law Johnny Storm and best friend Ben Grimm were able to subdue him and bring him back to a custom cell where he stayed under constant supervision. His...behavior had changed dramatically. He stuck to the shadows, lurking, growling. Staring at us the way a hungry predator would. I brought together this world's smartest minds. Myself, T'Challa-" He gestured at Panther. "-Hank Pym and Hank McCoy, in an attempt to figure out what had happened."

"We found that his DNA had been entirely rewritten. Such a process is slow, which accounted for that time. It left him as...well, I imagine what some of you have already run into. With him in lockup, we proceeded again, shelving this as an isolated incident." Reed shook his head. "It was not. Soon after, we got reports of another devouring upwards of 20 people in an expensive restaurant. One could almost say that was akin to a grenade being pulled, as cases began to pop up at an alarming rate."

"In studying the effects and the numbers of cases, Hank Pym theorized that this was not a spreading affliction, but more the symptoms of a pre-existing condition. What he meant was that many were already infected and it would only be a matter of time before some would turn. With each new case, that seemed to become less theory and more truth. This plague did not spread through bites or the contact of infected body fluids, as zombie movies would have you believe. It was a slow gradual change, started by Survivor 118 and spread through our water. By the time we realized this, the world descended into chaos."

"Ben Grimm and Hank McCoy turned while among us in my lab. Ben freed Patient Zero, who along with McCoy, proceeded to kill and devour Hank Pym. My lab was no longer secure, so we had to move our operations. The streets were heavy with fighting, infected superhumans such as the Hulk, Magneto, Electro and others causing massive damage to the city's infrastructure. The importance of the remaining minds could not be understated and so it came to be that our escort, made up of a large number of superhumans/vigilantes still on our side had to hold one of the bridges out of New York against a horde of the infected, led by the Hulk. The fight that ensued claimed many lives but we were free and clear. We relocated twice, trying to stay out of the reach of the infected. We were remarkably successful, choosing this remote locale for our operation. We continued our search for a cure."

Reed paused for a few silent moments. "The world outside our lab, however, was not as lucky. Numbers dwindled, each person we lost becoming one that they gained. That and how unexpected it was in the first place, it was all but assured that any fighting through physical means in the streets was pointless. Containing this outbreak was not feasible. Militaries crumbled, the last stand of the New York National Guard took place on Coney Island...the fight lasted 3 days. So many succumbed until now...now the only superheroes we know of number below thirty." He looked at them all after this. "So we come to you."

"We pulled you to us, because we needed help. I apologize in the manner that we did, but if I have to do it again, I will. You have not been exposed to this plague as some of us still around have. Moreover, we have studied this in great, agonizing detail. While a cure to reverse this is still long-term, our studies of infected and uninfected have allowed us to develop a vaccine that should give you immunization to the effects in the case that one of you comes into contact with infected source material."

"In short, we pulled you here to do what heroes do best. Save the world."

He hesitated, before proceeding with another scan to determine who had come through power-wise and how useful they are.

- Hawkeye, one of the few on the planet who had been naturally immune.
- Another who possessed a cybernetic body, also immune.
- A Deadpool female, with a healing factor giving her resistance.
- Daredevil of a different kind, seemingly having been exposed to the Terrigen mists of the Inhumans. Uncertain ability.
- Hercules, the god of strength himself. A heavy hitter and good advantage.
- Another who Reed did not recognize from appearance but based off scans and reports from Pietro, she possessed a long-range teleportation ability. Highly useful for quick escapes.
- A mutant, one with the most versatile power set in the group. Strength, Flight, Telepathy, Telekinesis, Healing...well rounded.
- An unknown individual, wearing Hank Pym's Ant-Man suit. Pym Particles for size shifting.
- An electromagnetic manipulator likewise unknown to him
- She-Hulk, another heavy hitter with regeneration
- Someone who looked remarkably like Mary Jane Watson but...there was some unknown energy carried with her
- One who's genetic structure seemed a match for...huh.

Reed find himself looking at her in great detail while T'Challa finally spoke up.

"Any questions?"

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Scott was simply in his apartment watching some football and eating some leftover cake when he was suddenly transported into this mess. In fact, the Ant-Man appeared with cake in his hand. Which now that he thought about it.... he seemed very unprofessional, didn't he? Scott listened to Reed's explanation as he spoke. It was a lot to take in. Hank Pym dead? The man who trained him to do this.... the original Ant Man, hell probably the whole reason he was here... gone. Scott would sigh and shake his head.

"Man... this is a lot to take in, y'know? I mean.." He took a bite of cake as he spoke. "(Muffled) Every good super hero gone. Everyone. And I thought that my world was shit." He said before swallowing the cake.

And then he realized his mistake and just made a nervous face before scratching the back of his neck and sighing yet again.

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Alright. Blah blah blah, chaos, blah blah blah, disaster and zombie plague, so on and so forth. Ugh, this was boring. Frowning behind her mask and promptly crossing her arms, Wanda piped up when T'Challa asked if anyone had questions. "Yeah, I got a question. When the hell are we going out there to fight? No offense- actually, take as much offense as you want -but this is kind of boring," she stated, plain and simple.. Before her eyes narrowed and she jabbed a finger in Reed's direction. "Also, since this wise-a$$ had the bright idea of bringin' us all here, he owes me some pizza."

She wasn't letting that go.

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Blink soaked it all in from where she was standing near the back of the group, her eyes closed in thought. It wasn't the worst world she'd been dumped on compared to some of the ones she had to deal with while leading the exiles, but there was something missing in that explanation. She coughed and raised her hand to get Reed's attention.

"I understand why you need help, but... what I'm missing is how we're supposed to help. If you're looking for a cure I'd have expected you to just grab some more Reed Richards and Hank Pyms from around the different worlds, which isn't really what we are. I think. That guy looks like Pym's suit and maybe someone here is the super genius version of them, but that'd still leave the rest of us doing what?" She said as she lowered her hand to cross her arms

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Chel listened intently to what Reed Richards was saying. She was shocked to hear what had happened, but kept a neutral expression throughout. She was willing to fight alongside these unkown heroes.

"I am very much willing to fight these... abominations." It didn't seem right to call them people anymore, considering what this infection had done to them. "I can also provide transportation." To demonstarte to Reed what she meant, she formed into the Lamborghini Aventador S, revving the 6.5L V12 a couple of times, which caused an absolute racket in this enclosed space, surely rattling some computer screens and glass panes.

After that "little" demonstration, Chel returned to her human form with a sheepish smile on her face, awaiting the bollocking she was sure Reed was going to give her.

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Daredevil listened as Reed and T'Challa explained everything.

"Hmmmm......Low chances of survival. Extremely low chances of success. Aside from the deadly disease, this is beginning to sound like Cap's quest against that kid Skull...Count me in. Afterall, if I don't die, I do have an audience to get back to. They did pay twenty bucks to blow a few chucks off of me with shotguns." He said with a tone of excitement.

He looked at the others in this little get together. Smiling greatly, boosting the mask's smile as a result.

This was going to be fun.

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Hercules

Hercules had a dour expression on his face. He had seen his share of death through the millennia but never so horrible as this.

"I would be honored to work along side so many of my comrades. I would assume, with so much of this world covered with these ravenous lunatics, we are here for strength of arms. With that in mind, what more can you tell us gentlemen of those thing we will have to face down ?"

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Lincoln sighed and debated what he was being told. There had been some sort of outbreak ( similar to the one on his Earth with the mist) . " Well, I do believe that it would be the right thing to do. I am not sure how much use I could be on the field, but I can try to help both out on the field and this lab. If we have to save the world, let's do it as a team. I don't want to have- " he stopped and sighed. He just realized that he had been given a second chance, might as well make the most of it.

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Well, whatever about the rest of them but Monet St. Croix wasn't one for standing around and being talked at for ages. As soon as she recognized the situation for what it was, yet another non-mutant crisis being dumped on her plate like the sad unwanted vegetables of a disagreeable child by men who purported to be intelligent yet seemed to cause more of these incidents than they fixed nowadays, she simply telepathically scanned what she needed and promptly left the room.

When she returned, it was with a glass of something alcoholic and a very dirty look for one Reed Richards, who doubtless was near the end of his spiel by this stage. She levitated gracefully to sit atop a table with legs crossed, and took a sip of whatever drink she'd procured.

"I see. And so you're saying Frank Castle, role model for angry thugs with guns worldwide, is who's responsible for the collapse of your entire civilization. Congratulations on that. It's got to set some kind of transdimensional record for embarrassing ways to go."

Irrespective of that, she pursed her lips, twirling the glass around in her palm.

"So is this a forced coercion or a plea? You left that part out of your long-winded appeal to our better natures, Doctor Richards. If I have it straight, you failed to save your reality from this rejected Romero script so instead you abducted from others to compensate for that failure. You dumped your mess in our laps. Now here we are, in a situation I'm sure every number you've already crunched would call unsurvivable given how your world's heroes turned out, and I'm finding it awfully convenient that the only chance any of us have of seeing our homes again lies in your hands. If you even can send us back. That gives you power over us. So, purely for my own spiteful purposes, are you asking us to help you or giving us no choice but to cooperate?"

The mutant feigned disinterest in him, instead momentarily raising an eyebrow as someone else in the room turned into a car. How practical.

"The others here might be willing to throw themselves at your pitiable feet without comment, but nothing misleads nice people more than an impassioned plea. I am not nice, and I have a low tolerance for your inadequacy, doctor. Comes with not having any myself. As for you... l’habit ne fait pas le moine."

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Never mind the exasperated look plastered across Barton's face, it was his tone that sold his consternation quite well-- "Yeah, I definitely have a lot of questions. Logan wouldn't tell me anything and this follows after me killing Janet van Dyne. Y'know, the Wasp. Apparently this's a new fad with everyone-- killing and eating each other-- and apparently it's been going on for years. Dorothy's definitely not in Kansas anymore--"

Presumably Clinton got cut off by egghead prime as they broke into an explanatory montage, lasting all of five minute or so. Reed Richards tended to get long-winded in his explanations, and by god, don't get the archer started on jokes about the man's powers of elasticity. Those were definitely what contributed to the never ending verbal fusillade.

More importantly though, following the conclusion of Mr. Fantastic's elaboration as to the why he, and the others, were plucked from their home realities, Clinton's reaction was aptly thus:

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"Christ."

It was all Barton could struggle to say in the seconds that followed, though he'd manage to recoup his composure and reply in further detail, "Well, yep. I suspected it was something rather horrible, world ending even. You know, I had made up a story in my head from what little pieces and bits I could get out of Logan what with his grunting and growling. That and Janet, 'course. You'd think mine was dark and bad but yeah, this takes the cake. Where's the Punisher, I want to personally congratulate him. With a solid fist to the jaw."

Getting that out of his system-- whoa, Monet.

Damn, that's stone cold and I've known a few stone cold women.

Continuing on, Hawkeye shook his head as he vented the remainder of his consternation and frustration. There was a look of understanding to his face, accompanied with the hint of possible trepidation. After all, he was just taken from home and shoved into Apocalypse Now.

"All kidding-- on my part, of course-- aside, you guys know you have me. Probably why you grabbed me, actually; damn being a hero bites sometimes. I'll do what I can, save your world, and hopefully get to go home--"

Cue heavy engine rumbling and Clinton Barton's eardrums exploding.

"Just why???"

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