Not Brainiac 6

“Oh, so you’re an alien. That’s cool. You should try the hot dogs.”

“I do not like animals.”

“Yes sir-ee. I’m an Avenger, actually. So, what can I do you for, boy-who-ive-never-met-before-and-seems-to-be-related-to-the-hulk?”

“I am simply exploring Earth.” In this strange dimension, granted.

“Me? I’m not confusing you’re just not keeping up. I’m Spider-Man, by the way. Who are you?”

“I take it you are a superhero?”

“I am fairly certain you do not belong here– In more ways than one.”

“Because the mask completes the look, duh. I mean, jeez, what kinda person goes around in their red and blue spandex without accessorizing with the mask? Unfashionable people, that’s who.”

“...suppose? You are confusing.”

“Supergirl is my mother.”

“Haven’t you heard? Red and blue spandex is totally in this season. Everyone’s gonna be wearing it.”

“It does not seem comfortable - I was referring to your mask, however.”

“Why is this my life?”

“But... I will go, if that is what you wish.”

Send in anons to make my muses extremely uncomfortable, anon or not! Make them flustered! Make them blush! Make them nervous!

   “This is too weird. Even for me.”

“...I lack the capacity to make comparisons on whether or not I have experienced ‘weirder’.”

   “I don’t even know you.”

“You will, though...” He huffed. “I will go back and be in trouble if you insist.”

   “You need to leave. Before you break the timestream or something.”

     “Where the hell did you come from!?”