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[mighthaveknown.livejournal.com]

[British accent. Sounds youngish and a little bit high and mighty.]

I don't want to be a superhero. What is more: I'm not going to be a superhero. I am perfectly content to work to help reestablish safety in the City, but I won't fight. That is hardly going to help anyone, not in the long term. He cannot expect me to discard everything that I've believed in all my life after he kidnaps me from—

I am not a soldier, and I am not fighting in any man's war, even if it is against crime.

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[voice]

[mighthaveknown.livejournal.com]

No, I suppose not. Superheroes aren't real in— my world.

[voice]

[deadthenred]

We were the first.

[voice]

[mighthaveknown.livejournal.com]

We might still be from the same world. After all, this is seventy years after I left my world. You never know.

[voice]

[deadthenred]

Doubt it. The Torch and Namor blew up the Bowery back in '39, and I am eighty-four years old.

[voice]

[mighthaveknown.livejournal.com]

I think I would have heard of superheroes, even if they were on another continent.

I'm eighty-eight, I suppose.

[voice]

[deadthenred]

Yeah, it ran in all the papers. Hard not to hear about it.

If you can prove it maybe they'll give you a special discount at the cinemas.

[voice]

[mighthaveknown.livejournal.com]

Different worlds, then.

Oh, I knew that keeping my ID on me at all times would be worthwhile in the end.