[Video, open] This is not the speedster you think you know

[cantcatchme]

[Pietro's looking a bit more clean-cut than he has been lately (he's been letting his hair grow out a little these past few months). He also appears confused, bordering on annoyed. The background is clearly a section of Poseidon, from high up. He appears to be on a tall building.]

Quicksilver here. Wherever here is. It's sure as hell not HQ, and I'm definitely not wearing my clothes. [Yes, he is. He made them himself, even.] And this isn't my communicator. What gives? Scarlet Witch? Cap? Anybody copy? [He looks away, grumbling the last part just loudly enough for the mic to pick up.] Fuck, I'd take Clint if he could tell me what the hell's going on.

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[cantcatchme]

Codename. I didn't intend to share my real one until I knew what was going on. [Yeah, that had been a bust. At least it seems like there's someone who doesn't think they know everything about him.]

I got filled in about the ship, kinda. Except that's not where I came from. I just... showed up here, in the city. Which is apparently weird, especially since everyone's insisting they know me.

[did_i_say_percy]

Ah. [Armand files that under things like 'the Scarlet Pimpernel' though he finds seeing this Quicksilver and knowing the codename stranger than he would knowing the other name but not the hero name. Different times and different secrecy needs.]

I would find that odd if it happened to me. So far no one I don't remember from my time here before has spoken to me. I'd be upset in your position though.

You are able to look after yourself, yes? From your name, you're fast? I have friends at home who'd been in great danger if they were known to the wrong people to have done all that they've done.

[Most of the danger of that was past last he knew, but he still didn't think Sir Percy would appreciate Citizen Robespierre recognizing him on the streets of Paris as the Scarlet Pimpernel. The talk about liking frippery wasn't all an act, and the good Lord knows what would happen if Percy couldn't go buy fine lace and fancy buckles in Paris.]

So if you're danger, I'm sure we can find somewhere for you to hide until it's passed.

[cantcatchme]

[Pietro didn't have much of a life outside of the superhero stuff. It lead to some skewed perspectives.]

I can take care of myself just fine, but until I have more information, I've got no frigging clue what kind of danger I'm in. If any. For all I know, these jokers are telling the truth about knowing me - or at least someone very much like me.

And fast is putting it mildly.

[His vanity is still intact, after all.]

[did_i_say_percy]

I wouldn't know since I don't know you. [About the being that fast part. He's just good with words.]

I would like to think no one would mean you harm here, but I haven't been back long enough to judge. I know no one means me harm, but I'm largely harmless myself.

[cantcatchme]

There's too many people who'd love to mess me and my team up for me to make that assumption. But if this isn't some plot to capture us or find out our secrets or something... damned if I know what actually is going on.

[did_i_say_percy]

If it can be any comfort, I don't think you are where you were before, where your enemies would be. Unless some of them came here as well. Here on Verdana, the biggest enemy is the planet itself.

[cantcatchme]

...did you say planet? As in, not on Earth anymore?

[Nobody's explained that part yet. It's not that he doesn't believe it's possible - he hangs out with an Asgardian, after all - but it's still a bit of a shock.]

[did_i_say_percy]

[Armand turns a little pale, then bites his lip worriedly.] Perhaps I shouldn't have said that right out like that. I thought the others who knew you would have said.

Yes, this is not Earth. That's what I was told, and at night, the stars are very different from what I remember. We're in the far, far future as well, though no one knows how far, I don't think. [And he wouldn't be surprised to be wrong about that. He just doesn't remember hearing anyone say.]

Time is difficult, because it moves around so much here.

[cantcatchme]

The people who think they know me seem to think I'm playing an elaborate prank. It's all very frustrating.

[He's staying remarkably calm about all this, though. It's amazing what a stable family life and positive role models can do for a guy.]

So, different planet. And time travel. Great. Anything else I should know about before I make an ass of myself?

[did_i_say_percy]

Uh, if you go outside and run around, don't go where it sparkles. I think there are invisible walls there, but I wouldn't even go near them if I were you. There's radiation, and it can make people very sick.

If you just listen to them a little, those other people, eventually you'll get sorted out.

[cantcatchme]

Yeeeah, I'll do that, thanks. I don't think I'd make a very good Hulk. [Yes, he knows regular radiation doesn't do that, but still. Not something he's inclined to mess with.]

I'm not so sure about that. They seem to have gotten some pretty messed up information about me at some point.

[did_i_say_percy]

Well, perhaps not about you so much. You must straighten them out there. But they would know more about Verdana. Probably more than me. I've been asleep for more than a year.

[cantcatchme]

All righty then, Rip Van Winkle. Digging for information, I can do. This is still way beyond weird.

[did_i_say_percy]

Don't forget to slow down and say hello if you see me around.

Good luck!

[He nods at the screen, and signs off.]