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Sep. 19th, 2018 04:06 pmAll in all, it had been about a 27 hour day. That’s what happens when you wake up in one universe, have a full day of weirdly gut-twisting goodbyes, cross your fingers and jump universes with three friends from different points in the timeline.
He had held his breath for what felt like an eternity until his brain acknowledged that, yes, they’re all there. He mentally held it longer, until someone said something- he can’t remember what - that confirmed the others remembered the time in the other universe as well.
They’d landed in the middle of a mess, of course, because when don’t they? But the addition of a heavy hitter like Rich and a few curious Legionnaires who had come to “do the tourist thing”. One mess was handled, but it still made the news.
That began an endless cycle of explaining. To the other Warriors, local authorities, friends that texted, a pissy Tony Stark who showed up uninvited at the mountain. Robbie had tried to let Rich handle that - not trusting himself or Vance with that job. But then Querl chimed in, and several hours later, Robbie still had a headache. If there was any question before, the New Warriors were still off the Christmas card list.
People had been peeling off since then, heading out or heading to crash in their bed or whatever extra beds they were able to find in the maze of a mountain. Robbie kept finding excuses not to do the same. It was irrational, he knew, but he was worried trying to sleep would lead to waking up to find it was all a dream.
Or not waking up, because they were all dead.
Or just to sleeping alone, if Vance decided that that habit stayed in Vegas.
That was why he was wiping off the tables in the former genocide planning room, aside from it being crumb city after a dozen people had junk food for dinner. It was easier than finding out that things were going to be different. Or the same. He had a vague idea that he’d crash on the couch when he got too exhausted, but Robbie tried not to think about it so that it wouldn’t be completely planned.
He had held his breath for what felt like an eternity until his brain acknowledged that, yes, they’re all there. He mentally held it longer, until someone said something- he can’t remember what - that confirmed the others remembered the time in the other universe as well.
They’d landed in the middle of a mess, of course, because when don’t they? But the addition of a heavy hitter like Rich and a few curious Legionnaires who had come to “do the tourist thing”. One mess was handled, but it still made the news.
That began an endless cycle of explaining. To the other Warriors, local authorities, friends that texted, a pissy Tony Stark who showed up uninvited at the mountain. Robbie had tried to let Rich handle that - not trusting himself or Vance with that job. But then Querl chimed in, and several hours later, Robbie still had a headache. If there was any question before, the New Warriors were still off the Christmas card list.
People had been peeling off since then, heading out or heading to crash in their bed or whatever extra beds they were able to find in the maze of a mountain. Robbie kept finding excuses not to do the same. It was irrational, he knew, but he was worried trying to sleep would lead to waking up to find it was all a dream.
Or not waking up, because they were all dead.
Or just to sleeping alone, if Vance decided that that habit stayed in Vegas.
That was why he was wiping off the tables in the former genocide planning room, aside from it being crumb city after a dozen people had junk food for dinner. It was easier than finding out that things were going to be different. Or the same. He had a vague idea that he’d crash on the couch when he got too exhausted, but Robbie tried not to think about it so that it wouldn’t be completely planned.
