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Well, this is new.
There's no way I fell asleep here, and this isn't exactly New York—but it's good enough for swinging around, so at least I have that going for me. And, hey, do you know who was here when I turned up? Iron Man! Not exactly the initiation into the Ultimates I was expecting, and a couple of years too early. But something's definitely up with him—I know he's busy with whatever he's doing here, but I don't recall being asked if I wanted to join the police. No need to point out that there's something weird going on here. He didn't even regonise me! Oh. Not that he would, I guess... Maybe he should let Captain America handle the meet-and-greet.
Um, moving on. Spider-Woman here, and incredibly confused. Good to meet you all! Hopefully someone can tell me what's going on here—if anyone even knows what's going on, that is. How's the heroing in these parts, any ridiculously dressed bad guys I should know about, and do we have to wear (oh my God) police uniforms? No, but seriously, any help would be appreciated.
None of you actually know me (as far as I can tell, but stranger things have happened) but you've all heard of Spider-Man, right? We're. Hmm. Very close friends. Speaking of whom, if I'm here then he should be here, which means we're here and—okay, maybe that's not how this thing works, but. Okay! Bright red and blue spandex. Not nearly half as cool as my outfit. Keep an eye out for him.
There's no way I fell asleep here, and this isn't exactly New York—but it's good enough for swinging around, so at least I have that going for me. And, hey, do you know who was here when I turned up? Iron Man! Not exactly the initiation into the Ultimates I was expecting, and a couple of years too early. But something's definitely up with him—I know he's busy with whatever he's doing here, but I don't recall being asked if I wanted to join the police. No need to point out that there's something weird going on here. He didn't even regonise me! Oh. Not that he would, I guess... Maybe he should let Captain America handle the meet-and-greet.
Um, moving on. Spider-Woman here, and incredibly confused. Good to meet you all! Hopefully someone can tell me what's going on here—if anyone even knows what's going on, that is. How's the heroing in these parts, any ridiculously dressed bad guys I should know about, and do we have to wear (oh my God) police uniforms? No, but seriously, any help would be appreciated.
None of you actually know me (as far as I can tell, but stranger things have happened) but you've all heard of Spider-Man, right? We're. Hmm. Very close friends. Speaking of whom, if I'm here then he should be here, which means we're here and—okay, maybe that's not how this thing works, but. Okay! Bright red and blue spandex. Not nearly half as cool as my outfit. Keep an eye out for him.