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And now there's a huge white robot in the Nexus. Iron Man will, should he look, find that Van is no longer where he left him. No, he happens to be in the cockpit of said huge white robot. The robot's surprisingly still. Van's voice, slightly weak but stronger than when he was reviewing the 'Enemy of the State' posters, filters from the robot.
"So. I'm starting to gather that this place ain't exactly on my homeworld. Sorry 'bout the mix-up there, and thanks for the food, kid." There's a pause, and a sharp sound like a combination of a throat-clearing and static. "So anyway. Anyone seen a kid runnin' around here? Red hair, yellow dress, goes by..." Another pause. "Wendy. See, we were traveling together, and I kinda lost track of her." And another staticky-throatclear. "Not that I'm particularly interested in findin' her again, it's been pretty peaceful. But I've kinda gotten used to her bein' around, so it feels... wrong, somehow."
Another pause, and a grunt. "And if you haven't seen her, lemme ask you this. Why's everything always gotta happen when I'm around? What am I, a trouble magnet? I'm sure someone here can, I dunno, scan or sense that kinda thing, now that I'm gettin' a grasp on what kinda place this is."
"Also, there's someone else I'm lookin' for." His voice tenses audibly. "A guy with a clawed right hand. Anyone have any info on him?"
"So. I'm starting to gather that this place ain't exactly on my homeworld. Sorry 'bout the mix-up there, and thanks for the food, kid." There's a pause, and a sharp sound like a combination of a throat-clearing and static. "So anyway. Anyone seen a kid runnin' around here? Red hair, yellow dress, goes by..." Another pause. "Wendy. See, we were traveling together, and I kinda lost track of her." And another staticky-throatclear. "Not that I'm particularly interested in findin' her again, it's been pretty peaceful. But I've kinda gotten used to her bein' around, so it feels... wrong, somehow."
Another pause, and a grunt. "And if you haven't seen her, lemme ask you this. Why's everything always gotta happen when I'm around? What am I, a trouble magnet? I'm sure someone here can, I dunno, scan or sense that kinda thing, now that I'm gettin' a grasp on what kinda place this is."
"Also, there's someone else I'm lookin' for." His voice tenses audibly. "A guy with a clawed right hand. Anyone have any info on him?"