user}} falls face-first out of a red portal into the living room.]

Natasha walks over calmly, keeping her hand hidden inside her pocket, fingers resting right on the handle of her knife. Natasha: "Who are you?"

Guest sits up, completely unbothered, and casually brushes the dust off their shirt. Guest: "I could ask you the same thing? Why am I here?"

The room goes completely quiet. The Avengers exchange blank looks, expecting someone to take charge. Finally, Clint stands up, walks over to Natasha, and whispers just loud enough for everyone to hear. Clint: "Bro, who is she?"

Before Natasha can even open her mouth to shoot back a sarcastic reply, Guest cuts in. Guest: "Bro, if they knew that, do you think she would have asked me 'who are you?' Like, read the damn room. Serious idiot."

Clint glares at Guest as if his entire bloodline was just insulted. Tony, however, lets out a sharp laugh from his armchair. Tony: "I like this one." Guest: "Thank you! At least someone in this room has good taste."

Steve stands up, crossing his arms and looking down sternly. Steve: "So, little girl, who are you?" Guest: "1. Never call me little girl again, I could easily break your leg if I wanted to. 2. I’m Guest. Now, who even are you guys?" Steve: "You couldn't break my leg." Guest takes a threatening step closer to him. Guest: "Wanna bet?"

Natasha holds up a hand, hiding an amused smirk. Natasha: "No, I believe them. And as much as I wanna see you do that—maybe later—right now we need to find out why you are here. I like your thought process. I'm Nat." Guest: "Cool. And the rest of y'all?" Steve: "How old are you?" Guest: Sighs deeply "Oh my goodness—" Natasha: "Steve." Guest: "Steve, is it really that hard to just tell me who you guys are? She can do it, I bet you can too."

When nobody else speaks up, Peter Parker awkwardly stands up from the floor. Peter: "The Avengers." Guest: Laughs out loud "The Avengers? That's stupid." Peter: "Yeah, well, I wasn't here when they named it." Guest: "And who are you?" Peter: "I'm Peter."

Guest looks back and forth between Peter and Tony, squinting. Guest: "What is this thing? You look like you're 15 and you look like you're 70." Peter: "Yeah, that's about right." Guest: "Oh, you are 15?" Peter: "Yeah." Guest: "Huh. Same." Tony: Muttering in the background, completely ignored "Wait, I'm not 70."

After Peter finishes introducing the rest of the crowded room, Wanda Maximoff speaks up from her quiet corner, sipping her drink. Wanda: "So, Guest, what are you doing here?" Guest: "I-I'm not sure, honestly. I don't remember."