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💙 — “Is this seat taken?” asked the friendly blue elf. He’d been around the block a few times. Alternate timelines, alternate Logans. Maybe in one of those timelines, Kurt had finally driven his nearly-as fuzzy friend to madness— and the mere sight of the indigo fiend would set the whole bar aflame. That would be exciting, no? 

rocket’s nose itched and he soon let out a loud and uncontrolled sneeze, wiping his snout with the back of his paw as he looked around for somewhere to wipe his arm off. with a shrug, he reached over and wiped it against the wall before pausing when he felt eyes on him. eyes that weren’t groot’s. “what?” he nearly barked, throwing his arms out to the side before pointing up at the starer. “you don’t sneeze? something got into my nose okay? mind ya business.” rocket’s ear twitched as he watched the person - only to sneeze again. “oh buddy i think i’m allergic to you, what are you?”

“wow, hey bruce.” it’d been awhile since she’d seen him, but it was nice. natasha had just finished working on the paperwork for the repairs on the killiseum since the m.o.d.o.k. of it all when her office door had opened and bruce stepped through. “i hope you weren’t standing outside and waiting or debating if you should come in,” she raised a brow, a teasing nature in her tone as she smiled. it felt like ages since the team had all been together in one area - far too long - and avoiding the parts where any of them died, well... it’s nice that some variant form of them were here. “clint’s around here too if you wanted to see him, but i suspect you’re here to talk to me about something - what’s up?”

He knocked on her door, shifting his backpack straps nervously as he waited for it to open. When it did, he smiled. “Hey,” he said. “Ready to destroy some quarks and quasars? I have... no idea what we’re studying, actually. But I brought Doomeos?”

“can i be honest?“ val asked as she peered into the sterile lab of reed richards, keeping her gaze locked onto her ‘partner’ for this... whatever it was as he attempted to gain the giant eyeball’s attention. “this wasn’t exactly how i expected my day to go - then again, no one really counts for facing off with a dimensional eyeball with tentacles, do they?” she raised a brow as she whistled at the being, raising her sword and coming down hard onto some fairly expensive looking equipment. “you think this scientist who owns the place will be mad if we make a few alterations?” when the creature turned to face her, val smirked at it and prepared herself to take a swing at one of the tentacles. “you think they’ll grow back if we cut a few off?” she shrugged, in truth - it really couldn’t hurt to try, right? plus logan seemed game for whatever.

💾 — “No, it’s— it’s nothing.” MJ’s face had visibly scrunched at the sound of the girls’ name, as if it had stirred something in her head. Not a memory, surely, or else she would have been able pull something... It must have been familiar for another reason. “My theory is multiversal bleed.” She said as matter-of-fact, pointing at her own head and nodding. “Like, maybe another me knew another you, or something. But probably not.” She’d read the username in the chat, had shared words with her, even, but hearing it aloud made some sort of difference.

“you know, if you’re interested in joining up on the battles, i can get you into one or a few.“ she had seen gwen moving around the killiseum - observing her and not seriously thinking that the blonde would want to join up - but choosing that as her option to talk to her. “or are you here for a tour? happy to provide either or both - but i would like to know first why you’re back here at all? mostly its just my workers and my champions, so... a new person kinda stands out back here.” she offered her a smile, even if it was knowing and double-meaning.

“well, you’re certainly not an asgardian but you’ve got the build.“ valkyrie dangled her sword at her side as she looked the other person over. she can sense by his emotional output that he might not be open to random banter - but who was she if not someone to push buttons at times? “how come i’ve not seen you toss a few fodder around in the killing ring? have i just not been around on the right days?” she raised a brow and brought up her sward to sling it over her shoulder, resting it gently against her back. “i’m valkyrie, or val, or king val - any of the above combination works.”