[video, after murderworld]

[headinjuries]

[ Today on your omnicom: a slightly baffled looking Sam, sitting cross-legged on one of the common area couches with a soda and half a bowl of popcorn. ]

'K, so.

Remember how Chief went back home for like two minutes, but got back here months later?

I guess it works both ways, because I was definitely back for a while but I'm like 95% this is the same splatterball game I was watching right before I went.

[ He stops to eat a handful of the popcorn, and - ]

- wow, yeah, this stuff didn't even have time to get cold.

So, you know. In case anybody was wondering.


(ooc: it'ssss a canon update. Sam's about current now, up to right before Champions starts - which means that if you're avoiding Civil War II spoilers, give me a holler and I'll make sure not to tag you with any!)

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[iamresponding]

Well, this was all before I had a chance to talk to anyone about -- you know. Before everyone saw me after...everything.

[So they hadn't gotten a glimpse of the imposing and responsible hero he'd become.]

I didn't get a chance to contact Earth until we were deep into it. Xandar was hit on day 7. We were close to the Crunch. I was deep in enemy territory for months, trying to bring everyone together and drive them back.

So it wasn't 'til the end that I could even get close enough to send a message home. After we'd...basically lost. The United Front was broken, Galactus was being used as a weapon, we were about to go in for our last run. For the eleventh hour miracle.

The Wave was three months away from Earth, so I figured -- I figured if that was it, I needed to get a warning home, and I finally had the breathing room to do it. I sent a probe with a message explaining what was happening, when the Wave would hit Earth, and all the tactical data I had to Reed Richards.

I don't -- I don't know what he did with it. When I got home after, Stark said Reed hadn't said anything and went on about how they were busy. Like all that -- like that even --

He said Shi'ar sources had given some information, too, but they chalked it up to a Kree border skirmish. Billions dead, galactic civilization had given up the ghost and they just --

[He shrugs.]

We were in orbit. Right near home. I know the probe made it. So I don't...

[He still doesn't understand.]

I just thought at the very least everyone would get ready. To defend the planet. Even if they didn't come up to help. I was hoping I could rely on that, at least.

[walkingballpit]

Oh.

[ He understood the vague implication. If it was before something, well, there's only one approximate time frame that they could mean. Somewhere between the last time Robbie saw him and Smyrna, Delaware. Everything before Smyrna, Robbie knew most of.

Had to be between. He knew that Rich had been back on Earth at least once in between.

Nothing good happened in between. ]

They would've gotten it together in time. There were - I don't even know how many teams. 50 plus two or three. And the X-Men, I guess.

[ What else was there to offer but a quiet reassurance that everything would've been okay? This was all based on maybes that never came to be. ]

I know they've got no problem throwing the Thunderbolts against aliens. Maybe they thought you were mixed up in the Skrull stuff. That was about then, wasn't it?

[ He realized how Stockholm he must sound right now. ]

I'm not defending them. I'm - they would've taken it seriously in time.

[ Its about defending Rich's credibility. ]

They're still assholes.