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If pressed, Teddy Altman would have readily admitted to living through some pretty bizarre stuff. There was only so much slipping through the time stream, getting caught up in fights between major super hero teams and finding yourself in the middle of religious galactic warfare you could experience before things started to shock you less- but they could still throw you pretty badly, sometimes.
The island, the whole idea of the island, was freaking Teddy right the hell out. He wasn't sure what it said about him, that he had found being inserted into one of his favorite video games to be more likely than being suddenly transported to the Bermuda Triangle. Not that that was totally outside the spectrum of what could be expected (all the things he'd heard about the Savage Land made the Bermuda Triangle concept readily believable) but just... Why? And what was he supposed to do now?
At least when he'd thought he'd been zapped into Bioshock, he had a goal. Beat the game, get through levels, things he knew the rules to. Then the Black Widow and a character from Y: The Last Man had shown up and the rules had been pretty much ditched. That was fine, he could play it by ear, but now that he was out of Rapture, now that he was out in the thick but thankfully not too hot island air, face and hands washed but still clad in his uniform, he found himself at kind of a loss. Billy was here, the Black Widow had said. Billy was on the island and had been, longer than her.
It was dark out, as he'd been underground for hours, apparently, but there was still light coming from the beach, where the sun was creeping down, so he headed that way. Why not? When in paradise and all that. As beautiful as the place was, coming alive with the nighttime sounds of bugs and birds, the sky dark behind him but green and orange and dusky in front of him as more stars than a New York City kid had ever seen suddenly came out (reminding him, with a pang, of Latveria), all he could do was turn over the last few minutes before his arrival in his head.
He hoped Wanda was okay. He hoped Eli was okay. Most of all, and to the point where it made him feel sick- shaky and almost nauseous- with worry, he hoped Billy was okay, and fought off a sort of knee jerk, panicky despair at the thought that Billy was here, now, but he didn't know where and he didn't know from when. The only thing stronger than that was his desire to find him.
The island, the whole idea of the island, was freaking Teddy right the hell out. He wasn't sure what it said about him, that he had found being inserted into one of his favorite video games to be more likely than being suddenly transported to the Bermuda Triangle. Not that that was totally outside the spectrum of what could be expected (all the things he'd heard about the Savage Land made the Bermuda Triangle concept readily believable) but just... Why? And what was he supposed to do now?
At least when he'd thought he'd been zapped into Bioshock, he had a goal. Beat the game, get through levels, things he knew the rules to. Then the Black Widow and a character from Y: The Last Man had shown up and the rules had been pretty much ditched. That was fine, he could play it by ear, but now that he was out of Rapture, now that he was out in the thick but thankfully not too hot island air, face and hands washed but still clad in his uniform, he found himself at kind of a loss. Billy was here, the Black Widow had said. Billy was on the island and had been, longer than her.
It was dark out, as he'd been underground for hours, apparently, but there was still light coming from the beach, where the sun was creeping down, so he headed that way. Why not? When in paradise and all that. As beautiful as the place was, coming alive with the nighttime sounds of bugs and birds, the sky dark behind him but green and orange and dusky in front of him as more stars than a New York City kid had ever seen suddenly came out (reminding him, with a pang, of Latveria), all he could do was turn over the last few minutes before his arrival in his head.
He hoped Wanda was okay. He hoped Eli was okay. Most of all, and to the point where it made him feel sick- shaky and almost nauseous- with worry, he hoped Billy was okay, and fought off a sort of knee jerk, panicky despair at the thought that Billy was here, now, but he didn't know where and he didn't know from when. The only thing stronger than that was his desire to find him.