AN: Heheh.. I'm sorry for not updating this sooner, but my school was annoying and there's a compulsory reading challenge. I have to do the hardest version, so that's been taking up a lot of my time. Sorry. Also, I've been reading too much good fanfiction. Heh. I'll update sooner next time.

Eight entered the room again, sad, but hopeful. The man (Iron Man, right?) gave her a phone, which was open on a group chat, which she assumed had everyone in the room in. Everyone started to type.

Octopus: Why is my name on this octopus?

IronMan: It's not like I know your name.

Bruce: Be grateful that it's not worse

Octopus: Ok. Well, you're going to think that I'm crazy, but my name is Agent 8, and I'm from the future.

IronMan: You work for SHIELD?!

Octopus: What's SHIELD? And no, I'm called Agent 8 because I have amnesia, and then... It's a long story.

Octopus: I'm from 10,000 years in the future.

IronMan: Whaaat?!

Bruce: Is this what humans are like in the future then?

After a long time texting, during which there were overly dramatic gasps and spoken Inklish, (Tony needed a translator dammit!) they all had a decent idea of what was going on.

"So, she's from the future, where humans are extinct, and people battle for fun. On top of that, she's a secret agent with amnesia. That right, Bruce?"

"Yes, Tony," he said patiently. "You also forget that all tech is powered by fish." Tony's phone pinged.

'Octopus: Can you not speak out loud so much? I prefer to understand what's going on!'

Right.. that.

"JARVIS, can you work on making a translator?" he asked his AI.

"Of course, sir." The octoling (that's what she is) gasped, and Tony giggled a bit. It was hilarious seeing people adjust to JARVIS.

"To the lab, guys!" he proclaimed, before standing up and starting to walk. When he threw open the doors, there was a suitably impressed gasp, and Tony smirked. At least, until Agent's eyes started to water. Fuck. He was terrible at the whole comforting thing. Luckily, Bruce came over. He might not be great at it either, but at least his coping mechanism hadn't been alcohol.

Eight's eyes were watering. This lab... It was so much like Oreo's.. Robots, and the suits displayed like Oreo had displayed her greatest creations. The suits were a reminder too, making her think of that time her friend had tried to recreate it. She had failed, though, without the arc reactor tech (lost to the sea), there wasn't a good enough power source. Then Bruce came over, trying to comfort her through the group chat while Tony tinkered with a device and turned it on.

"There! An English to Inklish translator!"

"Why not the other way round first?" Bruce asked.

"I figure you want to comfort her, right?" Wow. It was so weird to understand them now. It felt a bit better but at the same time worse because it was like listening to Callie and Marie, or Oreo arguing with Cap'n Cuttlefish (who doesn't cuddle fish) but they're notherenotherenothere and oh god. She started to hyperventilate, and Bruce noticed.

"It's going to be okay, yeah? It'll be fine, you'll be back soon, it'll be like you've never gone, you'll see your friends soon."

"They'll probably never believe you if you get back," Natasha said from the shadows. "You know, maybe she should talk to Steve. They're essentially in the same scenario."

"Good idea," Tony said, as he opened his phone. "Hey, Capsicle? Yeah, get your ass over here."

"Language!" he said over the phone but said that he'd be right there.

In the meantime, Eight was opening her bag, and checked everything was safe. The zapfish was safe, her Brella was safe, her camera with which she recorded everything, that stupid tech, her canned specials, everything else important, and some clothes that weren't agent gear. Might be a good idea to put that on. She then carefully packed it all back in (minus the clothes), as snugly as she could, and went to the toilet to get changed.

When she came out, there was a knock at the door.

"Come in Capsicle!"

When Captain freaking America opened the door, Eight fainted.

"You didn't even have to throw your mighty shield, Cap!"

"Tony, why aren't you focusing on making sure she's okay, and why she fainted?"

"Off the battlefield, you aren't the one in charge Uncle Sam."

PS: Screw it America! Why do you call them bathrooms when they don't have baths/showers in?! That's just STUPID. Also, why don't you call your football soccer, because we had the name football first! Also, a shop, because a store is where you put stuff into storage! Again sorry, and if you review please tell me if you agree or disagree with my rant