[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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[thefuzzyguy]

[Oh, good, because if something easy happened what would he do with himself?]

Wouldn't be the first time, I guess. That's pretty much how we got Molly. ...So the thing about coming to in the street is the less weird part for you?

[cantcatchme]

Weird sh-stuff happens. [Where he's from, Cap gets on him for swearing. It's impulse to correct himself, at this point] It's part of the job. But usually that doesn't involve someone else dressing me, even if they do have good taste.

[thefuzzyguy]

The Pietro who usually eats all my cooking definitely made that.

[He doesn't usually pay much attention to clothes, but he does remember Pietro babbling about it now. Oh, this is weird.]

[cantcatchme]

Well... good. If someone who was supposed to be me had a terrible fashion sense, that would just be embarrassing.

[thefuzzyguy]

It bothers me that this is what bothers you.

[cantcatchme]

Hey, a guy's gotta have priorities. Keeps me sane when things start getting weird. Though if you're going to fill me in on where I am and who all these people are who think they know me, be my guest.

[thefuzzyguy]

We're on a planet where we got dumped by a spaceship that steals people from their own universes und plunks them in another one.

[This may not be the Pietro he's used to, but they're alike enough that he can't shake old habits, like a general air of exasperation.]

As for who we are... I don't even know where to start. Uh, names? But that doesn't really mean anything if you don't know us.

[He's thinking of the alternate timelines he's experienced. Things didn't always translate.]

[cantcatchme]

Man, I wish I could claim that that's the weirdest thing that's happened to me lately. And names are proooobably a good start. Or codenames. I'm more likely to know those, I think.

[Or at least, they're more likely to pop up on the news in his world.]

[thefuzzyguy]

Uh, Nightcrawler, Toad... I don't know if Molly really has a codename that people know besides her.

[He remembers something about Princess Powerful.]

[cantcatchme]

Yeah. You're the only one that rings a bell, dude. And only since the whole mutants coming out of the closet bit.

[thefuzzyguy]

Oh, good, that still happened.

[It would be nice to think of another reality where he didn't have to deal with that.]

[cantcatchme]

It was kind of hard to miss, yeah.

[thefuzzyguy]

Anything involving us is usually going to be, ja. Were there giant robots?

[cantcatchme]

Well, at least one, anyway. It was all over the news.