❛ Generally. ❜
She knocked her head back, mouth slipping down from a scowl to something a bit more subdued.
❛ And, temporary Iron Man, WHY are you here? And don’t say benevolent act of god. ❜
❝ Would you be more inclined to believe be if I replied…A benevolent act of God?
❞
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.
❞
Bobbi tucked her staves back into her gauntlets, but her face remained stoic mouth thinned and terse, jaw locked.
❛ Now I know you aren’t my Tony. He’d NEVER call me that. He knows better. ❜
❝ Knows better? That’s rather questionable. Though I appreciate the acknowledgement that I am, number one, from an alternate dimension and, two, smart to an extent in this universe. Though, there’s no real worry, no harm intended. I’ve come here to help da- ❞ He bit his tongue,
❝ -Mockingbird. Correct? Antonio Stark, pleasure.
❞
❝ You can put those down, I realise that this isn’t my world, sweetheart. I may be an intruder but you see, I’ve not got much of a choice in the matter. The situation is rather complex.
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