Evander's Pov
I soon wakes up as I was in a cell and I looked down as my hands in in a some high tech handcuffs.
Evander: The hell?
America: Evander?! You're awake.
Evander: Yeah never got hit by tranquilizer before but ten jeez...And now I cant break free nor use my abilities for some reason.
Strange: *wakes up*
America: This universe sucks.
Evander: That I agree.
I soon saw Strange look for his cloak and tries to do magic but he couldn't.
Evander: Yeah we can't fucking escape.
Strange: Hey. *knock on the glass* Hey, lab coat. Where the hell are we? Look, I don't know who you are, or what you think you're trying to do here, but these situations don't usually work out well.
Woman: Thank you. *turns around*
Strange: Christine?
Evander: Oh shite it's your ex. Or your ex ex? Or even your ex ex ex? *laughs* Triple Xs like the wrestler! *laughing*
Christine: Hello Stephen. Ms. Chavez. Mr. Axe. To answer your question you are in a highly secure research facility. The three of you, along with your sentient cloak, are here for surveillance and testing.
Strange: Testing?
Evander: Oh hell no.
Christine: Well yes. You're visitors from other universes. Your magnetic signatures could be radioactive, you may be carrying diseases we just don't have treatments for. Hence these amazing polycarbonate fish bowls.
Evander: I can understand me cause I got radioactive blood. But why this! *moves my arms around talking about the cuffs*
Christine: Because of your powers Mr. Axe. Since we don't know the true power of your strength and connection to Erebus we have to uses those power dampers.
Evander: I call bullshit.
Strange: *sighs* Ignore him. I assume I have to thank you for these then?
Christine: Yes. I developed those using the Sands on Nisanti. One of 838 Stephen's magical relics.
Strange: 838 Stephen? Is that some kind of cybord me, or..
Christine: Our universe is 838, we've designated yours 616 and for Evander's 999.
Evander: Earth 999? Sound like a childish then to do.
Christine: I now know that all Evanders are jokeful.
Evander: it's in the job description.
Strange: Evander stop. You guys sure must know a lot about the Multiverse if someone going around naming realities.
Christine: Yes. Me. I'm a senior fellow with the Baxter Foundation, and I specialize in Multiversal research.
Evander: Oh I'm sorry I can't claps my hands but I can clap my foot together for you. *clap my foot together*
Christine: Is your Evander like this?
Strange: No he's dead in my universe.
Evander: Fuck both of you.
Strange: So how'd you end up working here? Wherever here is.
Christine: Well, I volunteered. At your funeral.
