I found myself in New York. Pretty much literally.

[Tony Stark, Shuri]
Hi. Dr. Strange said one of might have a lab I could work out of? And I don't suppose that lab space might come with access to a radio telescope?

Hi Karen! How are things? I am going to be direct, I was wondering if you could help me suss out some things. Or rather, if you knew, in your capacity as reporter and former law assistant, about a company named IGH, a doctor with the last name Kozlov or any sort of army experiments that weren't strictly legal or known by everyone?

Also if you want a repeat of that coffee, let me know. You haven't mentioned Frank in a while, is everything okay?

- Trish

Lunch tomorrow? I hated my work day, I need something to look forward to.

Testing, testing.

Is there a Tony Stark on this thing?

[Text to Jessica Jones]
> So, how is the superheroing going?
> You know, we had lunch the other day.
> I hate him.

[Text to Matt Murdock]
> Congratulations on overturning the Sokovia Accords!
> I don't 'fangirl' but if I did I would be doing so right now, which would be incredibly nerdy of me.
> Thought you might wanna know Kilgrave roped me into lunch a few days ago and managed to keep the mind control to a minimum so that's a plus.
> He will lord it over you but since he's deluded into thinking she'll love him of her own volition if he becomes a hero that might keep him on the narrow for a while.

[Text to Kilgrave]
> Okay. We're doing this superhero thing.
> We start tomorrow at 8am.
> You're going to leave my friends alone.
> I'm not living with you.
> You have to text me before you show up to my place.
> Do we have a deal?

[Text to Trish]
> I'm starting superheroing tomorrow.
> If I want to kill myself tomorrow, just know that you can have my stuff.
> I'm thinking about writing up a contract and getting him to sign it.
> Somehow I think he might listen to that.

[Text to Rumlow]
> Hey. I'm sorry I've been quiet.
> It's been a lot.
> I'm okay. I mean not okay but you fucking know. I'm not dead or mind controlled or some shit like that.
> But I have to keep an eye on him.
> And that means trying to make him a good person.
> So basically I'm fucked.
> Oh and I got fired, so no more fucking money.

[Text to Matt]
> Okay. So I'm around again. Sort of.
> You're a fucking dick for making people think you were dead.
> I mean I get why. I kind of feel like faking my death right now.
> But you're still a dick.

[text to Jessica]

> Hey there, Grumpy.
> Kind of hoping you're not dead.
> Wanted to talk about the fact that you're fired.
> Maybe make sure you're alive.
> Not that I care or anything.


[text to Pepper]
> Hi, honey. 💏
> We need to open up the Stark Realty Company.
> Nat's being attacked by cockroaches in 70's pimp hats.


[text to Clint]
> 😗🖤
> Miss me? I miss you lots, sassy ass.
> Working on getting you and Nat out of there before you catch diseases.


[text to Trish]
> Update: I have a prototype.
> It's not sophisticated but it's all I can rig up w/o lab access.

I woke up and Frank was just.. gone. So I guess, just be prepared that even if you want to keep people around, sometimes they don't.

Good morning, shady network app/server I got in a card from a stranger's users. Explain please, thank you.