[ Robbie sounds suddenly firm. He’s come to a command decision that, weirdos who may or may not be aliens notwithstanding, he can’t afford to think this isn’t Earth. He’s thought about it for maybe 20 seconds now; it’s a gaping black hole of stress. He’ll go crazy with worry, if they’re missing or dead and his body feels like flat soda AND he’s not on Earth. He can only cope with so much. ]
It can be 'Earth no' when I find my friends. Then we can deal with 'Earth no’.
[ Robbie watches with mild interest as the medical supplies are brought out – he keeps glancing up at the sky, expecting an alien deathship to go sailing by and he'll find a way to bounce up to it …
Except the fucking machine seems to have sucked his powers dry.
Superhero. Robbie refocuses on the metal and goggles face, then moves in for a better look at the proffered ring, the same symbol on the belt buckle.
A less than sign and a star. Or maybe an L and an asterisk. Something like that. Robbie's never seen that design before, and the implication is clear: the design belongs to this guy. ]
Yeah, Earth has superheroes. [ There’s a funny little smile on his face. ] Fat lot of good we do most of the time.
[ He crouches down and gestures at the stranger’s ringed hand, keeping up a conversation that’s not quite one-sided and definitely not two-sided. ]
What are you, new or something? Old and hibernating for a century? Ancient and living past K.N.O.W.H.E.R.E.? I’ve never seen that logo, and I thought I knew everybody.
[ Not personally, but it pays to recognize all active heroes. Never know who’s going to team up with who. This L* though, he’s fresh off the gamma radiation truck.
Another beat, and Robbie holds out his bad arm. He can’t do anything like this, and the worst that could happen is death. He might already be dead, big deal. ]
If you want to help me, forget my hand. Help me find my team or get a message to the Avengers. Something useful. Please.
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[ Robbie sounds suddenly firm. He’s come to a command decision that, weirdos who may or may not be aliens notwithstanding, he can’t afford to think this isn’t Earth. He’s thought about it for maybe 20 seconds now; it’s a gaping black hole of stress. He’ll go crazy with worry, if they’re missing or dead and his body feels like flat soda AND he’s not on Earth. He can only cope with so much. ]
It can be 'Earth no' when I find my friends. Then we can deal with 'Earth no’.
[ Robbie watches with mild interest as the medical supplies are brought out – he keeps glancing up at the sky, expecting an alien deathship to go sailing by and he'll find a way to bounce up to it …
Except the fucking machine seems to have sucked his powers dry.
Superhero. Robbie refocuses on the metal and goggles face, then moves in for a better look at the proffered ring, the same symbol on the belt buckle.
A less than sign and a star. Or maybe an L and an asterisk. Something like that. Robbie's never seen that design before, and the implication is clear: the design belongs to this guy. ]
Yeah, Earth has superheroes. [ There’s a funny little smile on his face. ] Fat lot of good we do most of the time.
[ He crouches down and gestures at the stranger’s ringed hand, keeping up a conversation that’s not quite one-sided and definitely not two-sided. ]
What are you, new or something? Old and hibernating for a century? Ancient and living past K.N.O.W.H.E.R.E.? I’ve never seen that logo, and I thought I knew everybody.
[ Not personally, but it pays to recognize all active heroes. Never know who’s going to team up with who. This L* though, he’s fresh off the gamma radiation truck.
Another beat, and Robbie holds out his bad arm. He can’t do anything like this, and the worst that could happen is death. He might already be dead, big deal. ]
If you want to help me, forget my hand. Help me find my team or get a message to the Avengers. Something useful. Please.