[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]

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.]