[He takes a seat on the chair opposite him. This isn't the most ideal location to have this chat, but it at least looks like there aren't a lot of people around who could overhear them.]
So, [Don't mind if he cuts right to the chase.] have you told anyone else here who you are?
We have the Avengers back on my Earth. I know both Captain America and the Winter Soldier personally. [A slight pause and then:] Are you saying they know who you are as well?
[ there's a pause as he tries to figure out where to start. truthfully, he doesn't even know the entire story, only what tony told him and it wasn't a lot. ]
Okay, I don't know what your Captain America or Winter Soldier is like, but... basically what happened was, Mr. Barnes was caught up in a lot of stuff, right, and the UN apparently wanted the Avengers to sign the uh, Accords? Something like that, after the whole thing in Wakanda Mr. Stark wanted to sign it but Captain America didn't, so that kind of split everyone up for a while.
So, Mr. Stark was supposed to bring Captain America and Mr. Barnes in because they ran off somewhere after Mr. Barnes was accused of the UN bombing and subsequently killing the king of Wakanda, and they still needed to sign the Accords. And then more stuff happened and Mr. Stark somehow found me in Queens and recruited me to help him bring them in... there was like. This huge fight at the airport in Germany, and there was this guy who could turn big and small? And the Vision was there, so was Natasha...
Giving a slow shake of his head, Tony holds his hand up to stop him from further input. He needs to make sense of this entire recount of events, which means he needs more clarification on specific parts.]
What are the Accords? [He's going to regret asking, isn't he?] And what happened in Wakanda?
I don't really know much about that. Technically, I'm not part of the Avengers so I wasn't there for it anyway. I think it's basically like a contract? So that instead of the Avengers going out to handle threats on their own based on what they think is priority, they'll have to follow directives from the UN.
[ as for what happened in wakanda... ]
I think what happened was, Steve led a team to Wakanda to stop some guy trying to steal some kind of bioweapon? Or something? And he got in a fight with Steve and pulled a grenade, but Wanda came in and contained the blast at the last second... but she kind of accidentally directed the blast to some non-profit building that killed a lot of people. It was kind of big, it was all over the news for a while. I think that's what prompted the whole Accords deal.
This is honestly none of his business, so, you know what, he's going to backtrack to a less... convoluted topic — like the one he came here to talk to you about.]
Right.
So, the Avengers know who you are. Kind of. [A small frown creases his brows as he asks:] How did you end up here?
I mean, I'm pretty sure at this point they know everything about me. So.
[ he shrugs. the next question makes him frown too, because that's something that's still be bothering him. ]
I was supposed to meet Mr. Stark at the Raft? Uh, that underwater prison they held the Falcon, Wanda, Hawkeye, and that Big Small guy in. Something happened along the way and I ended up here.
But that's the thing, like, everyone here didn't get here by how they thought they did? Apparently, no one actually came here willingly or consciously.
[Congrats. Peter's revelation of who the Raft on his Earth is holding actually makes him look surprise for a moment, but it passes just as quickly as it came.
Once again, none of his business.
He's much more interested in how people are arriving on Iniidae and what the purpose behind it is besides an apparent need to make the planet habitable. One reason why he doesn't trust URSULA as far as he can throw her.
Leaning forward in his seat, Tony rests his arms on top of his lap as he clasps his hands together. His voice lowers as he asks his next question.] Is anyone looking into it?
[ it's funny because peter feels the same way about URSULA. after everything that happened with ultron, he doesn't know how to feel about AI's anymore. except for vision, apparently.
he lowers his voice too, a little above a whisper. ]
I don't know if anyone's looking into it, but I did ask her how we can go back home. Apparently, she doesn't even know how we got here.
I don't know if she's telling the truth or not, but, it doesn't seem like something she's willing to give the answer to.
[It doesn't take much for him to gather that the "her" Peter is talking about is URSULA. Safer not to use her name out loud.
But that answer pretty much settles it for him. He's going to try to dig more into the circumstances surrounding everyone's arrival as well as see if he can find a way to get them all home.]
No, she wouldn't tell us. [It wouldn't fall in line with her programming.] Be more careful about what you say or reveal about yourself around here. The less people know about you; the better.
[ it's... getting a little harder to do that around certain people, but he'll do his best. ]
I don't know if you know already but, we can communicate telepathically here. Everyone can. She can't listen in when we do so. One of the private rooms on the base is also AI proofed, so she can't hear anything in there either. Her reach goes as far as the outer islands, I think.
I know. She offered the modification to me when I'd arrived. I turned it down.
[He's figuring out a way to receive telepathic messages though.]
Who is the private room accessible to? [He's going to AI-proof his own room once he's done building it, but, if there is a location on this base that allows them to speak more freely, it could prove useful for now.]
Let's hope you never have reason to put it on. [But that's all he wants to know from him for now. Anything else, he'd rather discuss with him somewhere outside of URSULA's range.]
Anyway, I'll stop taking up all your time with these questions. I'll see you around, Peter.
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[He takes a seat on the chair opposite him. This isn't the most ideal location to have this chat, but it at least looks like there aren't a lot of people around who could overhear them.]
So, [Don't mind if he cuts right to the chase.] have you told anyone else here who you are?
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No, I haven't. I mean, not here, at least. Everyone... kind of knows, back home. Sort of.
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Define "everyone". [Is this Spider-Man more open to sharing his secret identity?]
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[ he leans forward, resting his elbows on his knees and burying his face in his hands. he's going to have to explain everything isn't he. ]
... Okay. Have you heard of the Avengers? Does Captain America sound familiar to you? Or the Winter Soldier?
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We have the Avengers back on my Earth. I know both Captain America and the Winter Soldier personally. [A slight pause and then:] Are you saying they know who you are as well?
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[ there's a pause as he tries to figure out where to start. truthfully, he doesn't even know the entire story, only what tony told him and it wasn't a lot. ]
Okay, I don't know what your Captain America or Winter Soldier is like, but... basically what happened was, Mr. Barnes was caught up in a lot of stuff, right, and the UN apparently wanted the Avengers to sign the uh, Accords? Something like that, after the whole thing in Wakanda Mr. Stark wanted to sign it but Captain America didn't, so that kind of split everyone up for a while.
So, Mr. Stark was supposed to bring Captain America and Mr. Barnes in because they ran off somewhere after Mr. Barnes was accused of the UN bombing and subsequently killing the king of Wakanda, and they still needed to sign the Accords. And then more stuff happened and Mr. Stark somehow found me in Queens and recruited me to help him bring them in... there was like. This huge fight at the airport in Germany, and there was this guy who could turn big and small? And the Vision was there, so was Natasha...
[ he stops himself and glances up at tony. ]
Does any of that seem familiar?
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Giving a slow shake of his head, Tony holds his hand up to stop him from further input. He needs to make sense of this entire recount of events, which means he needs more clarification on specific parts.]
What are the Accords? [He's going to regret asking, isn't he?] And what happened in Wakanda?
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[ as for what happened in wakanda... ]
I think what happened was, Steve led a team to Wakanda to stop some guy trying to steal some kind of bioweapon? Or something? And he got in a fight with Steve and pulled a grenade, but Wanda came in and contained the blast at the last second... but she kind of accidentally directed the blast to some non-profit building that killed a lot of people. It was kind of big, it was all over the news for a while. I think that's what prompted the whole Accords deal.
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This is honestly none of his business, so, you know what, he's going to backtrack to a less... convoluted topic — like the one he came here to talk to you about.]
Right.
So, the Avengers know who you are. Kind of. [A small frown creases his brows as he asks:] How did you end up here?
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[ he shrugs. the next question makes him frown too, because that's something that's still be bothering him. ]
I was supposed to meet Mr. Stark at the Raft? Uh, that underwater prison they held the Falcon, Wanda, Hawkeye, and that Big Small guy in. Something happened along the way and I ended up here.
But that's the thing, like, everyone here didn't get here by how they thought they did? Apparently, no one actually came here willingly or consciously.
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Once again, none of his business.
He's much more interested in how people are arriving on Iniidae and what the purpose behind it is besides an apparent need to make the planet habitable. One reason why he doesn't trust URSULA as far as he can throw her.
Leaning forward in his seat, Tony rests his arms on top of his lap as he clasps his hands together. His voice lowers as he asks his next question.] Is anyone looking into it?
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he lowers his voice too, a little above a whisper. ]
I don't know if anyone's looking into it, but I did ask her how we can go back home. Apparently, she doesn't even know how we got here.
I don't know if she's telling the truth or not, but, it doesn't seem like something she's willing to give the answer to.
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But that answer pretty much settles it for him. He's going to try to dig more into the circumstances surrounding everyone's arrival as well as see if he can find a way to get them all home.]
No, she wouldn't tell us. [It wouldn't fall in line with her programming.] Be more careful about what you say or reveal about yourself around here. The less people know about you; the better.
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[ it's... getting a little harder to do that around certain people, but he'll do his best. ]
I don't know if you know already but, we can communicate telepathically here. Everyone can. She can't listen in when we do so. One of the private rooms on the base is also AI proofed, so she can't hear anything in there either. Her reach goes as far as the outer islands, I think.
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[He's figuring out a way to receive telepathic messages though.]
Who is the private room accessible to? [He's going to AI-proof his own room once he's done building it, but, if there is a location on this base that allows them to speak more freely, it could prove useful for now.]
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[ he hasn't been here that long yet. and he only heard about the room through eavesdropping. ]
But I think Dirk might know? He's kind of like, the lead programmer here, or something like that. I'm pretty sure he has access to the rooms.
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[ onto other questions now ]
Do you have your suit with you?
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Let's hope you never have reason to put it on. [But that's all he wants to know from him for now. Anything else, he'd rather discuss with him somewhere outside of URSULA's range.]
Anyway, I'll stop taking up all your time with these questions. I'll see you around, Peter.
[Class dismissed. He needs to get back to work.]