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Aloud, Mary Jane Watson spoke for them both. "No questions. We want to help any way we can."
"I'm very appreciative of that."
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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"A lot has gone wrong, yes, but not every good one is gone. There's still a chance. And humor for levity is not my strongest suit, so I can't comment if you did or not."
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.
"Soon, though there should be more than mindless fighting. And of course, you have the privilege to our food rations. Eat as you like. Within reason."
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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"True enough, a collection of more hyper intelligent minds would reduce timespan for a successful cure...but we are still talking long-term years and years. Possibly even longer. This is not an easy science and trying to blanket a cure for all the genetic sequences of what used to be people out there...it really is not easy. Moreover if I just pulled more of me over, they too would be too crucial to risk in the field. We would need them here. But every day we're reminded that they are still living people out there that need us. We hoped that is where you would come in, to bring them to more secure safety. Not to mention, the less threats out there, the better. If you could take any infected out and bring us more samples, that would be appreciated--"
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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"....................................................Was that really necessary?"
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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"Fantastic...if morbid."
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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"They're fierce, predatorial, territorial, cling to tribes. Any limits they had before are likely transcended, as the chemical changed them significantly. Previous limitations no longer applied in many cases."
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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"Again, appreciated."
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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"I am not forcibly conscripting, no. This is absolutely a plea...and yes, I admit, we failed many people out there. Far too many to count. But we still have a second chance. We're far more aware than we were when this was first thrust into our laps. We still are endeavoring every day to fix it, don't you dare diminish the work I have tried. You have no idea what I've lost." His gaze hardened for a moment, staring straight at Monet. "But none of that loss matters right now. I can't dwell on it until I've done all I can. And again, I'm not conscripting you. I can send you back. It would be easier now." He turned to Lincoln.
"I can adjust my systems to make use of his ability and power a return home for you, if that is what you want. If that is what any of you want. I will not fault you. Even some here have lost faith in our chances. But like it or not, we have to try. We can't go to another world as you can. If any of us turned...succumbed...no. Out of the question. So. Do you wish to go back?"
"I can adjust my systems to make use of his ability and power a return home for you, if that is what you want. If that is what any of you want. I will not fault you. Even some here have lost faith in our chances. But like it or not, we have to try. We can't go to another world as you can. If any of us turned...succumbed...no. Out of the question. So. Do you wish to go back?"
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:
"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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"I'm not sure where the Punisher is, if he's even still around any longer. It was impossible to keep track of one man in all that unfolded globally. Chaos was an understatement. And once more, appreciated."
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