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[She's been in Luceti for a day now. A day was more than enough time for the wings to stop hurting, the shock to wear off, and for her to find her old uniform and dress a little less like a girl on her way to primary school in the summer. A day was long enough to learn that this place wasn't entirely hostile and that it was extensive, reaching from the beach to the mountains and out until she hit an invisible wall that seemed to cut her off from whatever lay beyond it.

A day was also long enough to realize she was stuck and that the book was a method of communicating with others. People seemed to talk freely over it and she wasn't the only one arriving either. Captain Nathan Spencer, Peter Parker, Eugene, Sue Richards, Noel Vermillion - names that meant nothing to her, but it indicated that people came and went here according to someone else's agenda.

It hadn't taken her long to find the Guide, either, and after skimming through it, she felt a bit more...well, level was probably the best way to describe it. She's taken to hiding out in the woods for now, waiting to assess the situation before she moved into town. Now there was just one problem that remained: revealing herself to the enclosure and to possibly hostile elements. ]

As I'm not the only person to recently arrive to this place and I'm sure you are all quite tired of repeating the same welcome speeches, let me introduce myself and be brief about it.

Agent Carter, British Royal Military.

Any information not to be found in the guide already so helpfully provided would be appreciated.

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[He can gather a few things from the other responses - this is someone who knows Bucky, and even more alarming(!), knows his dad. Which seems to make it pretty likely that she'd know Steve, too.

Which is...A Situation. Well, that connection is enough to get him to respond himself.]

Hello, Agent. Welcome to the worst vacation of your life.

[It's the Stark standard fallback greeting (patent pending).]

[Familiar tone, that one. Something about the way he says it strikes her and she listens in a little more intently.]

I would say thank you, but all things considered, I shall stick with "hello" in return.

That's all? A hello? And here I thought I was as charming as possible.

[Said with some lackluster bravado.]

Oh yes, ever so charming. I would say more, but you failed to introduce yourself.

How could I be so careless. [Well, this should get an interesting reaction.] Tony Stark. I'd like to say you've heard of me, but all things considered - you probably haven't.

[Tony what? Did he just say Stark as in related to Howard in some manner or another? ....What. Even. Could it be a coincidence?

A coincidence that sounds and acts just like the one she knows?

...

There is no way that can be put into a gene.

Carter puts a hand to her face and just lets that sink in. Tony Stark. Time discrepancies are rampant. Other worlds. Wings on her back for the love of God please don't tell her this is his son.]

Only if you are related to a Howard Stark.

[So, she can put two and two together. Good for her.]

Sounds like you're acquainted with my old man. Lucky you. I'm kind of from the future. Your future. The year's 2012 when I'm from.

[oh good Lord, Howard settles down? That isn't something she ever really expected. Not that she's all that surprised, really. A man of his status and his disposition couldn't run from it forever. She almost laughs at the thought, but realises that likely isn't very kind of her.]

I am indeed. [Acquainted? Lucky? Who knows.] 1949. Your past, I suppose.

That would be the case. From the looks of it, you've already figured out how cute time can be here. It's kind of irrelevant.

[That's how he ended up with a dad younger than him. No big.]

So you can consider me the refined, state-of-the-art Stark, Agent Carter.

The title of refined and state-of-the-art depends on whether or not you've managed to blow your lab up yet.

And yes, I'm learning quickly how strange a place this can be.

[He will not dignify that with a response ~~because it is true~~.]

It's a lesson well learned. Though I'll be up front with you - you never quite get the hang of it. So - don't expect that.

[Because the second you think you've got it? That's when you realize you don't.]

[She knew it. Like father like son.]

Always good to know. I suppose "settling in," isn't an option.

Question is - why would you want it to be?

By my understanding, it's entirely possible I shall be stuck here for an indeterminate amount of time, or am I incorrect?

That's correct. But believe me. That's no good reason to be settling in.

Is there ever a good reason to settle in once captured by the enemy? [besides to maintain the image of surrender while mounting a full-scale escape plan in the background.]

Now, that's more like it. I like the way you think, Agent Carter.

Doesn't mean I won't try to blend in.

[She finishes writing a few notes in her other notebook and shuts it.]

Well, Mr. Stark, I only have one question left, if you're willing to answer it.

[Fully expecting it to have something to do with Howard, he sounds a bit wary, but all the same.]

Alright, shoot.

[She writes a set of numbers she received here.]

Ring any bells?

[...Huh. Now. That's. Odd.]

...Why do you ask?

As a Stark, I thought perhaps you might be keeping track of the numbers here. Merely curious.

[Guess not. She has no idea how she'll ever figure out who that guy is Jack was talking about. Oh well.]

Well - I don't know to tell you.

[Which is true. :|]

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