The Streets of Fandom, Saturday Morning

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Angel had woken up in a bed not his own this morning. And, not knowing what to make of that, he deduced that, really, the only possible answer had to be that there was some sort of dastardly plot afoot. Probably Doctor Doom. Or maybe Mystique.

Definitely not Abomination, though. Angel would have smelled that coming from a mile away, and he didn't even have Daredevil's senses on his side.

In any case, the only clear-as-the-skies solution that he could really see was going hands-on, hitting the streets and investigating all he could. Which mostly involved wandering around and poking random inanimate objects looking for clues. Or tiny silver stars.

"You must be so bored on the ground all day."

He was only mildly disappointed when nothing actually happened. Repeatedly.

[Open! Warren has turned into Angel from the wee kids' Marvel MMO, Super Hero Squad Online. This mostly means that he's adorable. And also very dim.]

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Hank waved absentmindedly at Angel and kept walking... And then stopped and turned to look at the X-Man. "You seem shorter in person," he mused.

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Angel paused and blinked up from what he was doing. The rickshaw was just sitting there. It didn't even have the courtesy to bounce in place or anything when he poked at it.

Oh, hey! Giant Man! He gave a little grin and a wave of his own.

"Actually, so do you." Sorry, Hank. "I mean, unless you're going the other way. Then you really do."

It was true!

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"I guess that's what I'm known for," Hank replied with a shrug. "I'd rather be known for my scientific achievements, but no, it's the hero job that sticks with you."

He walked over and examined the rickshaw, too. "Is something wrong with it?" he asked.

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"Hey, the hero job is an important one! Some people just have what it takes to hero up!"

Angel might have struck a pose just then. It might have involved a spontaneous halo. But by the time he settled down again a moment later, the speech was already forgotten and he was walking a slow circle around the rickshaw.

"I don't think so," he decided after a moment. "I mean, it's not being zapped by Troublebots or anything. It's just kind of sitting there."

On the ground. And that was sad.

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"...Troublebots?" Darn it, that sounded like a problem he'd have to address with violence, which he abhorred. "Which villain came up with that name?"

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That question? That got a blank stare out of Angel, right there.

"I dunno. Probably Doom." It sounded legit enough to Warren, anyhow. "You've never heard of them? Really?"

But they were everywhere! Asgard! Superhero City! Even Villainville.

... Which kind of made sense.

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"Doom calls everything he builds 'Doombots', though," Hank pointed out. "He likes to have his name on his work."

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Oh, sure. Be all logical at him, Mr. Pym. See Angel get all flustered, now, feathers ruffling and a slight blush coloring his cheeks.

"Oh. Well... I'm not sure, then," he admitted, scuffing a toe against the ground. "All I know is that they're robots, and they're trouble, and they don't fly as good as me."

Not even when he picked them up and threw them.

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"As well."

Seriously, Angel. Hank didn't expect everyone to know molecular physics, but this was grammar.

"...Did you ever try talking to the robots? Asking what they want? Perhaps their leader can be negotiated with."

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Blank staring. So, so much blank staring.

"I think pretty much everybody tries talking to them," Angel noted. "But they're robots. They zap things. That's kind of what they do. I don't think they can talk back."

It was sometimes difficult to tell, what with his head in the clouds all the time.

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"Interesting," Hank told him. "Well, I suppose that leaves destruction or deactivation as the only options. It's sad that so many things require resorting to violence."

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"I guess," Angel allowed, shrugging a little. "I'd just spend all day in the sky if it wasn't for all the problems happening down on the ground all the time."

It was true. He'd come up with a way to sleep up there if he could get away with it.

He'd just have to settle for sitting on tree branches or something, instead.

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"You can join Fury, then," Hank grumbled. "That's all he seems to do."

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Topher eyed the tiny guy. Took in his wings. The... kind-of resemblance to Warren.

"What."

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Oh, a civilian! Angel knew what to do when he encountered a civilian on the ground!

"Hello!"

... Yes, he would wave. That was terrible exciting, wasn't it?

Look, some of his emotes needed a bit of work.

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"...hi," Topher said, slowly waving back. Mostly sarcastically. "Uh. Who are you?"

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"Angel!" See? Wings? Halo on his chest? Angel kind of figured that this part really wasn't rocket science, so much. But then, he supposed civilians were all kind of dim. They couldn't help it, really. It was probably a side-effect of being not able to fly.

Poor things.

"... You can't tell?"

Maybe there was such a thing as spending too much time in the air, though?

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"You look a little like a guy I know," Topher said slowly. "Whatcha doing, Angel?"

Yep, he would condescend to the tiny exuberant winged guy. It was a solid plan.

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There were few plans as solid as that, true. Except for how Angel was more or less oblivious to any condescending that might or might not be happening at the moment.

"I'm on patrol," he reported. "Looking for trouble, I guess. But not much is really happening down here."

It was possible that Angel was being condescending, too. Condescending to the ground.

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"...trouble?"

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"You... do know what trouble is, right?"

Poor little ground-dweller. Terrorized so often that you didn't even know the difference any more.

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Topher let out a weary sigh. "What kind?" he prompted.

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"... I'm not sure yet."

But Angel was working on that part, civilian, never fear!

"The kind that takes people and makes them wake up on strange islands, I guess. I'm pretty sure this isn't Superhero City."

It all looked the same to him from the ground, really.

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"There are lots of superheroes here," Topher shared helpfully. "But it's pretty small, so... town. Not city."

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"I'm afraid I've never heard of Superhero Town," Angel sighed. "I don't suppose you'd have any idea how I got here?"

No, he didn't suppose Topher knew, really. But it didn't hurt to ask.