Some Reality Web

Because this isn't weird at all. I guess it could be worse...we could have woken up in Hell or something equally as bad.

Coulson, May, Fitz, Simmons... are you here?

Hello. I apologize for taking a few days to introduce myself. My name is Edmund Pevensie. This form of communication is not something available in my world, and it has taken some adjustment. I am, however, familiar with unexpected displacement. If there is anything I can do to ease the strangeness of the situation, I am glad to help.

This is a lot more normal than I was imagining the outside of the Soul Stone would be. Are we really expecting to be here for a long time? Because I don't know how to find a job. No one I know has one except Peter and I don't think I could run a company. I'm not even really sure how much money anything is worth.

It is a little uncomfortable strange being on just an island, I suppose it would be claustrophobic for some without Central Park.

It is strange seeing a city of this size without any hotels anywhere.

I'm still not exactly sure what may be going on or how I was brought here, but I need to get back.

[Avengers*]

Is anyone here? Steve?

[*anyone associated with the Avengers, not just MCU]

Finally getting out of here. Somewhere out there is a cheeseburger with my name on it. I just need to track it down.


[Text to Natasha]
Getting discharged. Just waiting for the paperwork, if you still want to come get me. Otherwise I'll figure something out.

Guess I should post on here. If only I knew what to say.

Oh right. I'm Diego. I like long walks in the rain after midnight. Black is my favorite color. And knives. I like knives.

How's that for an intro? I'm not good at this kind of thing.

Feels like a pile of horse shit.

'Sup, fellow kidnappees. If we haven't met yet, I'm Rose Hathaway.
Really used to that name actually meaning something but whatever

This whole thing is pretty fucked up, but with this whole lack of money and things, you know, cost money, I'd be stupid not to actually look for a job. The thing is that I've trained since I wasn't little to be one thing and it's a job that doesn't necessarily exist here, at least not exactly the same way plus you know I don't think my qualifications really transfer over to wherever the fuck this city really is.

So, my question is what's an 18 year whose main still is hitting things to do for a job that isn't just going to be boring as shit?

[private filter to Wanda]

I think I connected some dots recently and I realize I likely put my foot in it with you. You are from at least 2018, aren't you?

[private filter to Pete]

Kid, I'm glad you are making friends and everything, but remember to be careful. We don't know what intentions brought us here together.

[open filter]

Excuse my tardiness at introductions. To those I have not spoken to, I am Tony Stark, from the year 2018.

All this talking about food makes me want pizza. New York style pizza you know the mega-huge kind that you eat by folding it in half. And, it has to cost like only a dollar a slice or it's not authentic.

Also, hi everyone. I'm Barbara Gordon, most recently misplaced from Gotham City. Call me Babs and also call me if you need book recommendations or need tech support. Especially the latter.

Someone once told me I ought to start my morning with orange juice and eggs, and I tried to put my best foot forward, I really did. But there was a sad development, and I was told that eggs aren't meant to be forgotten about until they're charred and black and that it is terribly unhealthy for you and on and on, and then she banished me from the kitchen! And I'm not even sure she lives here.

I'm hungry. Anyone want to get some waffles?