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I thought you didn't have your party planning stuff. Is this your way of getting party planning stuff?

It might be. You are known for your resourcefulness. But I need you for more than just your big brain.

I don't know if Steve would be as interested in my big personality. I know someone here who is just his type, though, if you want to loop them in, too.

Oh, he loves it, he just has to keep that serious face on for optics.
Please, you know I love networking. Who should I loop in?

You're going to love this--it's Bucky Barnes. The Invader. Except about 5'11" and jacked.

Oh right, that would be big news around your time, wouldn't it? Perfect suggestion.

What? It's not big news for you? I thought I had a live wire there. It's going to be hard to surprise you when you're already from the future.

Oh I could blow your mind just by telling you the next president you'll see. But I'll spare you. Only good surprises, I promise.

Hey there!

You might not know me, but I want to change that! Hoping to connect with my Avengers and Avenger adjacent adult friends to both catch up, and plan something special for the upcoming holidays. We could use some serious person to help balance out Tony & I.

Jan <3

Edited 2023-11-23 02:57 (UTC)

I'm not an Avenger. And I hate parties.

Avenger adjacent then. And you've never been to one of my parties. You never know.

Or you could think of it as your selfless deed of holiday cheer for anyone you've managed to befriend.

I know.

I don't celebrate holidays either.

nd you haven't made a single friend here who might appreciate a happy holidays?

Edited 2023-11-23 04:19 (UTC)

I believe they would respect my distaste for celebrations.

Holidays aren't about you grumpy grump. It's about making other's happy. And every you out there might be different, but I doubt there's one of you in the whole of the multiverse that isn't ultimately a good man. A man who sacrifices for the greater good.

Or- a less dramatic take- don't be such a Scrooge, Mr. Doom & Gloom. Come have a chat.

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Perfect, just let me know how I can help.

Swing by the diner tonight. We'll dine and dish.

Will do.

Jan did her best to make their table look a little more chic, but there wasn't really much she could do with her current arsenal.

Once they were all seated with their meals she raised her glass in a toast.

"To old friends and new ones," she saluted, taking a drink. "I was thinking we could get to know each other a little first, and then I'll share my thoughts. And so I don't have to put anyone on the spot- I'll go first. I'm Janet Van Dyne. Jan. The Wasp. I'm from Earth 616 if that means anything to anyone. New York. Founding Avenger. Saved the word a few hundred times. Have my own fashion line. I shrink, I grow, I sting. I kick ass," she laughed and grinned, "It's around 2018 in my time. And I'd count all three of you as my friends there. Hoping that holds true here. Who wants to go next?"

Edited (loo) 2023-11-27 19:59 (UTC)

"Sure," Steve says, clinking their glasses together, though to save on resources, he's just drinking water. After all, he can't get drunk and he also can't get sick so it's an awful waste to have him drink anything alcoholic.

"I'm Steve Rogers, and I was Captain America. I don't know what my Earth's designation number is, went into the ice in '45, woke up in 2012. It's 2018 now, but I quit the team in 2016. Or, really, we splintered off into two. I'm a super soldier, and now I work in the hospital. I think one of the Spider-men might be from my world or one similar to it. I don't know Billy and Tommy personally - our Wanda's pretty young, so I'm guessing all that'll happen later. And... well, Jan, I only know of you at home so I'm hoping to change that here."

Maybe it was obvious that the Soldier had come to the gathering full of reservations. Or maybe his poker face masked the discomfort; he'd had a lot of practice keeping the neutral expression.

Personal histories though! He disliked feeling obligated to give one because it always inevitably led to questions he didn't want to answer. Unfortunately he didn't see a way out of it; best then to get it over with. At least Jan and Steve had both kept it brief. That had to be a good sign.

"The Soldier. Former HYDRA. Taken from earth in 2015. Spent a year or so in the Drift Fleet, then in space. Been here a few years. Know Tony because of it." He paused, reaching for his water glass but putting it back down instead of taking a drink. "Know Steve 'cause he's been in and out, here and the Fleet. Never heard of you." That last statement he directed to Jan.

It was probably the worst introduction ever.

It was a good thing Jan was playing host, because Tony stayed slouched back in his seat, only slightly tipping forward the mug he had brought with him at her prompting of a toast, and otherwise keeping it close to his chest. His arm was spread out along the chair beside him possessively, where he couldn't help the restless tapping along the wood even as he provided for Soldier, "Drift Fleet was a kind of game show run by the lunatics that we're pretty sure are also the architects of this situation. Trap a bunch of people from the awesome breadth of the multiverse and poke them to see what they'll do." That was about as much context as Tony had, though, and they weren't here for a mission brief anyway. As far as he knew.

Most of what the others reported wasn't terribly surprising, given what he had gathered so far in their conversations. Clearing his throat, he said, "Anyway, so--Hi, I'm Tony, and I'm an alcoholic." That still wasn't a very funny joke, though a hysterical bubble almost burst in Tony's throat before he controlled it, letting his mug slide down under the edge of the table. "I'm terribly jealous that I seem to be the only one from the stone age. 2014. For me, it's been a decade since we pulled you out of the ice, though," he reported, first with a flick of his finger toward Jan, then focus on Steve. He said it very lightly, a funny bit of trivia, not a whole six years of history that Steve seemed to be missing after moving out of Tony's childhood bedroom. More sharply than he needed to, he addressed Soldier, "You're wormfood, sweetheart. Sorry. Jan's told me I can expect that to change, so, congratulations, only up from here."

"Ooh, are you wearing the Nomad suit? I do enjoy that one," Jan said with a grin at Cap's reveal that he was currently parted from the Avengers. And don't worry about the kids, that's a whole mess with magic and time travel or something. It's just as confusing to us."

To...Soldier, she arched a brow but nodded, only clarifying- "Is it the Soldier?" It was an interesting title, that was for sure. "Well, you've heard of me now," she added with a grin.

She gave a grateful nod to Tony's explanation (and a little snicker at the joke), though still looked confused, "Like Mojoworld?" she asked with a frown.

He nearly winces at Bucky's introduction, but he's glad that Jan at least takes it well. Regardless of how he introduces himself to everyone else, Steve's not gonna just stop calling him Bucky anyway. Besides, there's something else important to address:

"The Nomad suit?" he asks. "Sure, I guess," though he has no concept of what that looks like and unfortunately the open chest is actually just a punched-out star.

Just kidding, he actually does want to know about Drift Fleet. "People come in and out of here too, right?" Though he's not sure if that's something to do with the timeline or the multiverse or what, but all of that is currently a jumble in his head waiting for one of the others to come unpack.

"It's no name at all," he replied flatly to Jan. "But no one seems to be able to accept that so the Soldier serves as description and designation both." Internally he was already bracing himself for either protest or argument. It never failed; very few people could just leave it alone. The question in his mind was who would it be first, Jan or Steve.

Tony's flippant attitude at least felt normal, though he didn't know if the implication of his death was supposed to be for shock value. "Be easier for you all if I was."

That presumably wasn't the purpose of their meeting though, nor was the history of the Fleet before it. Steve had nailed the important detail anyway. "People do come in and out. Randomly, unless there's a pattern beyond my ability to decipher. Don't think about it too hard, you'll give yourself a headache." The Soldier knew that from experience at least.