There was always someone watching, America was sure of that but like this? That felt impossible, especially to see it laid out exactly as it had happened like this. Maybe someone could tell a publisher their stories but it wouldn't have come out so exact, of that much she was certain, and this was exact. And it wasn't just her stories, there were others here too - stacks and stack and stacks of them, so many more than she or Gwen had time to look through today or even in a few days. It was overwhelming to see it all and know - or at least suspect, that inside each of these comic books were the true stories of someone else, maybe someone she knew, or maybe someone she'd never known but that her story was true lead her to believe they all had to be, it would be too much of a coincidence for it only to be true of the Young Avengers.
A big pile of nope was really a great way to describe it, it sent a chill down her spine thinking people reading everything about her life like this. Was everything in these books? Her moms? The Teen Brigade? Sotomayor University? It felt like too much. "Well it explains why people know us." She said after a moment, what it didn't explain was why they were there at all.
"I don't even want to think about how they got all of this, I mean are these people here watching us all the time? Do they get to look through the multiverse? Do they even know?" It felt like maybe they didn't after they'd been asked for pictures and to pose like that, like they were just pretending, no one looked at America and Gwen and suspected they were actually from these books. But it was still weird.