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[Natasha's dealt with some strange things in the last few days, but waking up a space ship is probably the weirdest. the disorientation is frustrating, but she works through it, quickly finding her things before examining the pod she'd woken in, twisting her phone around in her hands before turning it on and speaking]

I'm looking for a Clint Barton and Nick Fury. Preferably intact and as soon as possible.

[she's all ready beginning to browse through the network it hooks to, gathering what intel she can as she starts making her way through the ship]

Alien spaceships, prehistoric worlds, giant cities and dinosaurs. Anything else I should know? If this is another one of Loki's games, I'd like advanced warning this time.

[and she steps out of the ship to finally see the world herself, going still a moment, lips pressed tight and head tilting to the side]

Yeah, definitely not Earth.

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[Oh, right, she mentioned more names. He just fastened onto the one he halfway recognized.]

Fury. He knows one of my... teachers, I guess?

[Whether or not Mr. Logan is on the planet, he's not going to bring his name into things without permission. Kurt's got at least that much sense.]

[that makes more sense]

Fury knows a lot of people. I can't say I'm surprised.

[sooooo]

Apocalypse?

[Aaaand suddenly Kurt remembers how Todd and Pietro are from different times than he is, that Magneto apparently pays attention to his charges, that there's a woman who's apparently the professor...]

Um, Apocalypse the mutant, not Apocalypse the... thing. Not that it's a mystery where he got his name or anything. His real name was, well, something Egyptian. Entschuldigung. Mostly I was paying attention to my part of the plan more than the history lesson.

[Which turned out to be mainly lying there unconscious after Apocalypse swatted him like a gnat. But he doesn't have to own up to that.]

[okay then. Fury keeps his secrets, but Natasha is pretty sure she'd know about something like that, secrets of no. so she's just silent, processing what he said, because mutants and shit? yeah, no real idea what's going on there ~~stupid movie licensing~~]

Sounds like fun.

[Usually he's a fan of sarcasm, but on this subject?]

Not even a little bit.

It worked out though, didn't it?

Ja. Or so I'm told. I was unconscious for most of it.

That's almost a pity.

Nein, it definitely isn't fun when I wake up.

I assume you know how to defend yourself. Do you need extra lessons?

Usually I just go ahead and... leave. Unless someone else needs defending.

You won't always have the option to leave.

I have it a lot more often than most people. Hiding is also a specialty.

[considering she's used to working in shadows, she can't fault him that]

You have an interesting skillset.

Ja, I also scored a B+ average last semester and make pretty good waffles.

[Just the guy you want on your side.]

High school?

[oh boy. she is suddenly unsure of this whole venture]

[He's not used to that mattering, the way the adults supposedly responsible for him have let him carry on the last few years.]

Uh, well... I'm an upperclassman now.

[And hey, that was his highest GPA since he's started, what with the English language occasionally getting away from him and all the humanities courses grounded in a foreign cultural context.]

[she's just grateful this is audio so he can't see her eyeroll]

Well, if Fury thinks you're worth it, I guess it doesn't matter. [even if she doesn't always agree with his decisions]

It's not like we were a first choice, and Mr. Logan usually chases him off, I guess. That's stuff Scott and Jean usually hear about, I think, but the rest of us are out of the loop until right before everything blows up, usually.

[she has no idea who any of those people are]

Are any of them here?

Sort of. There are a couple people who were in the Apocalypse fight, but not yet for them. I guess they're from a little ways in my past. When the world wasn't about to explode we usually spent time throwing things at each other at lunch.

So the ones here, they're teenagers like you?

The ones I knew back home are. None of the teachers seem to have showed up, or not the ones I remember.

[He's as confused by that as anyone.]

What do you mean, not the ones you remember?

Oh! Wonderbar, you didn't hear this part yet. People come here from different times and different, um, worlds. The people I do know haven't had things happen to them yet that are old news for me, and there are people with names I know who seem like they came from a whole different version of my life.

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