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[He examines the monitor with the passing familiarity of someone who knows how this works, but isn't entirely used to it and doesn't particularly like it. Blonde-haired, blue-eyed, solemn.]

Thank you, first of all, to the people who helped me out of the water and into the city. I hope some of you see this. If there's anything I can do to repay you for that, please don't hesitate to ask. My name is Steve. Steve Rogers. I'm a captain in the United States Army, from Earth, or Midgard, I guess, if you're familiar with that name. This… Well, I'm not sure what to make of it all, but I'm curious to know if anyone is trying or has tried to get to their homes from here.

Are there people from Earth here? Or other worlds. Anyone at all, really, who'd be willing to tell me more about what we're into.

I'm more than willing to meet wherever you feel most comfortable.

[A pause, a nod, and he turns off the feed.]

Comments

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[sharpes]

[blink.]

What, really? You're back to calling yourself 'Captain'? Retro.

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Not particularly. [He does not like the word 'retro'. 8|] Who am I speaking to?

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[sharpes]

[Welp, you're not his Cap.]

Striker. You...

[... are a bit of a legend so he's torn between being his usual jackass self and being... the tiniest bit respectful.]

Taught my class self-defense. I kicked your ass.

[okay that part he can't help.]

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[Eyebrow. He suddenly looks a lot more curious than anything else.] Your class?

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Oh my god.

Okay, so.

Once upon a time a bunch of superheroes loved each other very much and they got together and decided to raise little superhero babies who'd been kidnapped and tortured by a bad guy named Norman Osborn and you were sort of our self defense teacher.

Does that about sum it up, sir?

[... oh god that 'sir' just... came out. he manages to look like he meant to say it rather than going OH MY GOD WAIT WHAT...]