by Business Mandy » Tue Mar 28, 2017 4:55 am
"How gracious of you, but I'd rather not strap myself to an exploding tube and get hurled into space. I'll take my chances with the worst you can dish out instead."
Haley does manage to get a little bit more this time. Vague impressions of armies, human-looking ones, marching in rank and file, a small group of Skrulls towering behind them, posing triumphantly. There's something else behind that image, more intricate plans, but it's like trying to remember a dream after waking. Some kind of deal or deals? Them, looking human this time, showing something to some important looking people made of brass? A castle made of onions? This was making less and less sense by the second...
"That red-head hurt, I will admit, but Blondie here needs some training."