"I'll raise three."

"So, how's life here treating you?"

Daredevil shrugged, "It could be worse. Also, your hand sucks, McGinnis."

"Easy for you to say." Terry snarked, "You've been 'looking' at my cards the whole game!"

"I don't need to 'look' future boy. Your bluffs are about as subtle as your relationship to your old man here."

"Look, we're here for a good time. Can we please, just drop it?"

"Or what?- You'll sic those racist fanboys on us?" Spider-Man classic asked.

"Those aren't fans." Batman snarled, "They're closer to cultists. I told people to not believe crackpot theories about people from different countries, cultures, or beliefs, and if those guys are so far up their ass that they won't follow that one thing, then they shouldn't be considered fans."

"That's… really big of you." Nightwing commented, "Raise five- But yeah. I've read some of those, and really?- Those guys are deranged. Pretty sure that even Joker would tell them off for that."

"Well, before gassing them, anyways." Miguel commented, "I'll see and raise two."

Nightwing and Daredevil sighed as they placed their cards down.

"Fold."

"Likewise."

"C'mon." Peter Parker quipped as he saw the raise, "I didn't even need my Spider Sense to know that you were bluffing."

"Why are we playing even though that's common knowledge?"

"Terry is convinced that he can beat it. At this rate, we may as well as play Old Maid instead of Poker." Bruce Wayne pointed out.

"Not for nothing, but I'm pretty sure that my Spider Sense would warn me if I was about to pick the Old Maid card. Even if we picked the card at random."

"Quick question: If we were to not count these multiversal fights to the death, what would be the score so far?"

"Spiders are leading seventeen to five."

"That… seems lopsided." Nightwing pointed out, "How did-"

"Well, we played Texas-Hold-Em for a few games, and once it got through Terry's thick head that I couldn't be bluffed, we opted for classic Poker." Spider-Man classic pointed out, "

"But you still can't be bluffed."

"I never said it was a good alternative." He shrugged.

"Maybe we could play Go Fish at some point." Bruce snarked.

"The shock is 'Go Fish'?"

"Thanks for asking, because I was about to." Terry added, "It sounds pretty shway, though. Do you use a lake or something?"

"They're not from around here, are they?"

"They're from the future." Spidey answered.

"Wait… Are you the 'D.G' I saw on one of that leather jacket?- Wow! It's great to see you. Well, the real you… and not your old self… That has an eyepatch, and has a clone that went around killing people…"

"The future does not sound like fun."

"It really isn't." Terry replied, "So, final call?"

"How is it that Poker is still a thing in the future, but Go Fish isn't?"

"I'm not raising." Bruce said, ignoring Matt's question.

"Alright, I got two pair: threes and fives. Nine as a high card." Miguel answered.

"I beat you, then. I got Three of a Kind, eights, with a two and a king high card."

"I beat him then," Bruce said, "I have the rest of the nines, and my high card is an ace with another two."

"Sucks to be you, then, 'cause I have a full house. Pair of twos, and three sixes." Spidey claimed.

"Dammit!"

"Every time!" Terry groaned, "How is he so good at this?"

"So this makes the score what?- Eighteen to five?" Daredevil asked.

"Yep. What were your hands, anyways?"

"I had a straight minus a nine and an eight." Dick said, "I would have lost to Spidey anyways even if I had gotten it."

"I almost had a flush, but my other card was a club, and not a heart." Matt replied, "Still woulda lost to Pete even if I had gotten it."

"Hey, I've been meaning to ask, how do you know what cards you're holding?"

"I sense the minute differences in the card's weight and how it absorbs heat to figure out what card it is. That, and the ink softens the card a bit so I can tell which one it is." Daredevil explained, "I can also use it sense the minute differences in color and how sound reflects off of them."

"That is incredibly stupid and absurd."

"We're in a building with reality warpers, people in powered armors, literal-slash-figurative gods, a guy who would be arrested if breaking the laws of physics were a crime, talking space animals, two guys who fought multiple zombie hordes, and I'm a guy who got his powers from a radioactive spider-bite; but detecting which cards are in your hand by touch and hearing is too absurd for you?"

""He's got you there, old man."" Both Terry and Dick said at the same time.

"And connect these wires, and… done!" Iron Man and T'Challa moved out from under the control panel, "Alright Amuro, the low-grav generator is set up. It'll let you have your usual low-gravity environment that you're used to, so you should be good to go."

"The room also connects to the garage that Optimus is in. Your Mobile Suit is there, as is the one piloted by Zechs. Should either you or Optimus wish to exchange stories or experiences, it is an option available."

"Thanks." Amuro replied, "Hey, if I start to… y'know, get a bit distant, it's not because of you guys. It's-"

"- Don't worry about it, kid. Hell, if you want to talk about isolation, you should try to find Rogue or Lucy. Now, don't worry about us, we have to go build the energon reactor so that Optimus can keep himself alive and not die for like… the thirtieth time."

"You guys prioritized me over him?"

"More like he insisted that we dedicate all our resources to making sure that you could be comfortable and kept alive, and to not worry about him. J.A.R.V.I.S should be making a new schedule for your patrol route and times, so keep an eye on that. There might be a space station at some point in the future, so you can be put in charge of that."

"I'd like that. Gravity… well, uh…"

"It sucks. Every time I knock something over, it breaks, and I just groan at the fact that gravity exists." Iron Man grumbled.

"The way you complain about that makes me think that you've done that a lot."

"He has." T'Challa piped in, "Several times. One time with my coffee."

"I paid you back!"

"You paid me back for a standard cup of coffee! The one I had was made with freshly-picked coffee beans from Mount Kenya!"

"They were a week old!"

"They were imported that week!"

"How was I supposed to know?"

"I explicitly said that it was a special brew of coffee!"

"Then you should have been more specific!"

Amuro looked between the two heroes before quietly stepping back into his room.

"That was weird. Hopefully, It won't end up like them after staying here for too long…"

Wade: …

Pinkie: …

Wade: …

Pinkie: …

Wade: Imma tell him.

Pinkie: Don't you dare!