He caught that look and reached out, placing a hand on Robbie's forearm. "It was here," he told him. "Some assholes from a version of this one, only in the past. Turns out their world has people who get their powers from color coded rings that correspond along the emotional spectrum. Yellow is fear and they're really assholes. I didn't see the worst of it, but some of it was bad."

At least there was that. He hadn't been in the muddle of that one. Not that part, at least.

He tilts his head to the side. "I am from when you're from. Or close enough. Telling Cap and Stark where they could stick wanting the New Warriors folded in under the Avengers, the whole "tainted brand" bullshit. Dealing with the Eternals." He shrugged. "This? This is all from Arcade dialing down my powers. I strained myself trying to do more than I could right now. In time, I might have been able to get used to it again. Just as glad that I don't."