BE BETTER.

“I should’ve stayed in space, in my ship.” Kraglin commented, although he wasn’t even sure somebody was there, listening to him. After searching for his friends, with no positive outcome, he just found himself lying down on the bench, staring up at the unusually dark sky. “Wonder what Cap’n would do.” He muttered, trying to picture Yondu in this situation, only to be reminded of the cold reality. He wasn’t there. He’d never be there again.

“I don’t know who this ‘Captain’ you are referring to is, or what he would do, but hopefully something along the lines of trying to figure out what sort of glitch in the matrix this is.” Shuri muttered, tapping her finger against her Kimoyo Beads, which still remained unresponsive. The sky was darker than she’d ever seen it, despite it supposedly being the middle of the day, “Are you going to help, or not?”

Gamora felt weird, there was no other way to put it. Her whole body just felt heavy. If she had to guess, it was that the mechanics inside of her were failing, but that shouldn’t have been possible. Everything seemed normal, except for the fact the sky was completely dark. While not uncommon on certain planets, as far as she knew Terra was supposed to have stars, and a sun. “Your sky isn’t usually like this, right?” She could be wrong, all the planets started to blur together at some point. 

“No. It’s not.” Shuri replied absentmindedly, staring up at the sky with a look of utter confusion written across her face. She didn’t know what had happened between the battle in Wakanda to now, or how long had even passed since then, but something very, very strange was happening, and she was determined to figure out what. She turned to face the woman who’d spoken, panicked confusion instantly replaced by fascination. “You are not from Earth.” She stated, a grin tugging at her lips. She’d always believed in aliens -- as far as Shuri was concerned, you would have to be mad not to, but to actually meet one in the flesh was a whole other thing. “That is so cool!” 

“well this isn’t the time of  ‘totally radical’ and pagers,“ carol sighed, pulling at her pager on her belt and frowning when the signal was all but dead. the comet had made its appearance and though she knew it was something unique - she hadn’t actually expected it to be such an impact to the earth.

she was on her way to finding fury and goose when it hit and now she found herself… somewhere shifted in time. frowning, she began to search around, looking for anyone that might have a clue as to what’s going on. spotting someone in the distance, she called out to them, moving closer. “hey, you have any idea as to what’s going on here? my pager’s shot and i’m detecting serious levels of  power.”

Shuri noticed exactly three things the moment she woke up; one - she wasn’t dead, two - she was no longer in Wakanda, and three - her Kimoyo Beads weren’t working. Although watching herself turn to dust one moment and waking up in a different country the next was trippy to say the least, Shuri wasn’t going to dwell on her own unease until she’d established what exactly was going on, and how many other people were affected.

“Come on,” She groaned, tapping the beads around her wrist with frustration. She’d been trying to contact her brother, then her mother, then Okoye, all with no success. It was like something was interfering with her technology, but she didn’t know what -- she didn’t even know that anyone else had created anything advanced enough to match her tech.

“Did you say pager?” Shuri turned in disbelief when the woman addressed her, feeling her eyebrows shoot up to her hairline. She moved closer to the woman, instantly overcome with curiosity, “I didn’t know people still used those,” Shuri grinned, wanting to take a look at the relic this woman possessed, she’d never seen one before. “May I see it?”

It didn’t take her long to recognise the city she was in as New York -- she’d watched enough movies to know the city that never slept when she saw it -- and only a moment longer to freak out about the fact that she was no longer in Wakanda. She didn’t have a memory beyond falling in her lab, what had happened?

“T’Challa?” She called out warily, venturing down the streets to try and find a familiar face, she knew calling for her brother was a long shot, but if this was some sort of strange Thanos magic, then maybe whatever it was that had brought her here had done the same to him. She spun on her heels to spot another person -- after a strangely long time in a city as big as this -- and decided to try her luck in figuring out what was going on. “Excuse me --” She called out to the other person, “Would you mind explaining what exactly is going on here?”