“I don’t know if I’m scared or excited now. Like I know I should be freaking terrified, but also this is all kinda cool? I don’t know, I’ve just embraced the weirdness that is my life,” she replied easily. Now that she realized she wasn’t alone in all this, she was really taking all of this in stride. She felt much mote confident exploring with a companion by her side. Particularly a beefy, skilled soldier. She made mental note of the people that were here though her brows shot up about Tony and Natasha. Considering he was, well, dead where she was from.
But multiple realities. Loki who wasn’t Loki. Now that she needed to see. Maybe this version wasn’t such a megalomaniacal tool.
“I’m happy to do it. Invite all the Avengers gang and all that. My Nana taught me how to whip up a meal to feed an army. It’s the Lewis way of showing love and affection,” she explained as she stepped out into the hall. His question wasn’t as weird as he thought it was now that she was beginning to understand the deal here.
“I was leaving Westview, New Jersey. I might have run this giant douche canoe director of SWORD over, so I figured it was a good time to get the hell out of dodge while everyone was distracted with Wanda and Agnes. Or Agatha, whatever her name is. What about you? My guess is we’re all being pulled from not only different realities, but different points of time, right?”
She had a quick fire way of talking. Warm and enthusiastic but also cajoling. Her eyes were bright behind her glasses as she looked him over. She actually had no idea what happened to Steve after the Thanos deal. Nobody did.