She wanted to ask if there was another her in his universe and if this other version was the type to punch Starks in the face, but she held her tongue, rolled her shoulders down, and pursed her lips.
❛Help what? ❜
❝ From what I gather, the ‘me’ in this universe has been knocked into a coma. Given how resourceful I typically am, I presume cell re-development and such is keeping me alive. So for now, call me your temporary Iron Man whilst my doppelganger is in a regenerative stasis. When does the world not need help? This was the very planet that collided with multiple universes and formed a battleworld… I assume things haven’t changed. And generally, my assumptions tend to be correct in that field.
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