Always been a sore spot, huh? [Yeah, look, he knows what it's like. It's why Wade can't help but tease him -- which, in turn, usually annoys the fuck out of him. There's no constantly-leering danger, and sure, they're stuck in a Brand New Void without a TVA pad on hand, but at least no one's bald twin is coming through the walls to skullfuck them.

At least Mary isn't here. She should enjoy the entire couch while only Al's there to bully.

But between the two of them, only one's still a hero. An anchor being. Well, not this one, but. One of them.

Wade barks a laugh, hopping off his stool to steal a pitcher of syrup from another table. Know him? God, he's adorable.] Not a lot of people in our circles don't know who you are, peanut. Comes with the territory. Devilishly handsome antiheroes, mutants, guys with a weird attraction to sharp objects -- you don't have any idea how many cross-overs we've got.

[Seriously, Google them. And it's only gonna get worse now.]

You might remember, you think hard enough. [He takes his seat back, pouring syrups over -- over eggs, yeah, those are eggs covered in syrup. He leans in, serious.] I... am your father's brother's nephew's cousin's former roommate. Which makes us nothing! Nothing but a vague, retconned memory.