She nodded at his question though she was glaring at his laughter. "Billy told me about black Fury," she muttered and then tried to explain, "It's just that...everything is almost exactly the same here except for him! Fury where we come from is this old white guy. I don't get it. I mean, you are exactly like you." She met his gaze for a split second and then glanced away, shaking her head.
It was disconcerting, actually, the fact that Fury was different and Tony was the same and Cap was alive and the Scarlet Witch was supposedly not crazy. Billy seemed to adore her, but then Billy had adored the one back home too. She guessed she understood, since it was kind of his mom. It didn't mean she was going to trust her so easily. Tony, it was a little harder not to trust. She was still reminding herself that he wasn't the same but it was so nice to see a familiar face and she had such great memories of him growing up. If the Scarlet Witch had been Billy's favorite Avenger, next to her father Iron Man was always Cassie's favorite.