I bet I'd be rich if I sold multiversal timeshares.

Here. Catch.

It's hard to have a secret identity when your first debut involved swinging butt naked through the city.

Was it something cool?

The scientist in me is curious, but the part of me that prefers not to be lasered to smithereens is concerned.

Platonic...moronic...one of the 'onic's.

Amazing new team-up idea: someone else does all the work while I sit back and eat garlic bread.

I've consulted with a few of my multiverse counterparts, and we've found a truckload of differences caused by me...y'know. Un-aliving everyone at OSCORP.

In some worlds, OSCORP eventually created a program dedicated to cloning and producing salmon for the restoration of the population. RIP my Earth's salmon, I guess.

//fun fact: been working at a fine arts camp all summer and the band is playing the Avengers main theme at their final concert

//gonna rework and post Peter R's backstory when I'm finally home in two days

I was going to send Deadpool the bill for my therapy, but the only address I could find listed for him corresponded to a Chuck E. Cheese

I sent one to Tony Stark but all he did was mail me back a stress ball with my own face on it.

Oh yes. Very mysterious.

Of course; he can afford to bribe the Chuck E. Cheese staff, but won't cover my therapy bill after the time he made me watch him feed chicken nuggets to a chicken. Oh yeah and the time he tried to cut my foot off

Shielding my eyes.

Watching Tony and Steve do their little bantery back and forth is so tiring. Either kiss each other or get Civil War 5: Avengers Endlessgame over with already

Please don't shoot me in this one.

A skeleton on a flaming motorcycle just drove by because welcome to New York I guess