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Who: Logan
Broadcast: Fleet wide
Action: The Marsiva
When: Now!

MEANWHILE...

[He's a Canadian Bub and he just woke up on the Marsiva. With all the shit that he'd been dealing with lately trying to track down Romulus and deal with his demented son, he might have handled this whole being in space thing a whole lot worse. Instead the feed opens with Logan standing in front of the viewing bay with his hands in his pockets and a less than pleased expression written in his features.]

Damn. Space again.

[It wasn't like he went into space all the time, but he didn't especially enjoy it. He could be seen tapping the glass gently with the business end of one metal claw protruding from his wrist. Well, he sure as hell hoped there was someone around who was a better pilot in zero atmosphere than he was. Besides, at least he couldn't see Galactus out there.

Later when the feed cuts off, Logan will try getting past the visitor's area of the Marsiva by trying to cut a path through one of the walls with his claws. Unfortunately besides making some very unpleasant sounds, he doesn't seem to succeed in cutting his way through. Too bad.]

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"Ya start with the big stuff. Work your way down." An easy way was to consider perhaps the more outlandish of alternates, that being Kitty's own universe. "Any major supervillains ruling the world where you come from?"

A hard, quick shake of her head. "Not since Osborn was taken down -- and even then, it's not like he ruled the world."

And if anything had happened more recently? Well, Kate wasn't about to start spewing facts that have taken place since the man's demise -- though maybe he'd finally been dragged back from the grips of death. After all, it wasn't unheard of. Or perhaps that was the big difference between their worlds.

She'd wait it out. Investigate a little further.

"I remember that." That was very recent though. "So we'll assume normal America. Who's the current president?"

"Mister Barry O."

Okay, so that wasn't the most respectful way to refer to one's commander-in-chief. But it was a hell of a lot better than the names Derek Bishop tended to use when discussing the current resident of the Oval Office.

Kate, sensing even the slightest possibility for confusion, clarified: "That is, Barack Obama. Has been for a little while."

So same villainous regime, same president, same non-post apocalyptic setting. That was something to work with. The only key here was determining the minute.

"Seems we're on the same page, or close enough. Dog Cops still on the air?"

Here was the dead-eyed look of a young woman who has (too often) walked in on a grown man getting teary over a Dog Cops marathon. Dryly, she answered: "Dude, I don't think it'll ever not be on the air." One, two, three heartbeats. "What about Cap. Who carries the shield?"

The Dog Cops question was the clincher for him. The rest probably was close enough to make the difference too minute to pick apart. Though the question of the shield was particularly relevant. The Superhero Registration Act was still a fresh memory.

"Barnes." He took a chance that she might well know more than a few of the names behind the costumes. "Steve took up the other SHIELD after he came back."

Edited 2016-02-26 02:03 (UTC)

Damn, but Barnes had looked good with the shield in hand. But that was a whole other thought process, and she was professional enough to set it aside so long as they were discussing serious matters. No mention of Sam Wilson, so (perhaps) no dice that this was some alternate Wolverine who never died.

"Cool," she nodded -- but offered no particular clarification on her own Captain America. But gosh, it drove home how weird it was to be sitting with someone who knew the guy well enough to call him Steve. Even Clint only called him Cap or Captain America when discussing him with Kate. Of course, she knew the history; he must have called him his own damn name to his own damn face. But never so nonchalant with her. "Guess you and me are peas in a pod. So to speak."

"A touch generous, maybe." They were not much in the ways of peas and they weren't sharing any kind of pod. But it did seem a possibility they might be the only two from their own timeline. In the grand scheme of things, he could do with worse. He had nothing in particular against her. She was a rookie, but he'd dealt with greener.

"We oughtta look into the other Avengers. See if they're ours. If not, see that they ain't a bunch of assholes."

"These are Avengers we're talking about," she replied with her lower lip ever-so-slightly jutted. "They're all assholes, regardless of the universe of origin." Kate waggled her fork and (sassy, but not bitter) she pointed at Wolverine. "Present company excepted, just to make sure I don't end up in ribbons."

He snorted in amusement. "Well, assholes that ain't gonna cause us trouble."

"We should be okay. Shouldn't we?" A drop of doubt. "Unless it's those fake-ass Avengers Osborn assembled, back in the day -- 'cause they were bad news."

Maybe she shouldn't so casually vilify Wolverine's son. But it can't be helped: those dudes were villains. They made life exceptionally difficult not only for the Young Avengers, but for anyone trying to fight the good fight.

"Alternate universes. Messy timelines. Who knows who we ended up with, right?"

Logan knew good and well that Daken was scum, but he just happened to be his son. Any insults hurtled that way were well deserved, just as long as that's what they remained. He made no comment on the matter.

"Exactly what I'm gettin' at. Me putting in any trust in you is a gamble."

Hell, she could be a skrull for all he knew. But he'd put his cards on the table and wasn't going to stress what the results were. Too much suspicion and paranoia wasn't in any way productive.

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