Time Changer

Chapter 3: Results and New Names

Day 1

"SHUT UP!" a voice pierced the interaction. The person in all black slammed their fist on the table, making everyone do what she just said.

The whole room plunged into silence, except for a faint, voom sound from the corner of the room.

The person sat back down with their face in their hands.

Alexander cleared his throat. "We are terribly sorry..." he sent a glare to Jefferson, looking back at the person who still had their face in their hands.

"If your asking for my name, it's Max Glauben Джесси Zoet-Doux."

Great timing, Steve thinks as the Marquis de Lafayette enters the room and his mouth gapes as he freezes in the doorway.

"They're English, German, Russian, Dutch, and French," she answered to the people who had their mouths gaping, "I speak all of them, too."

If Lafayette's mouth could drop any farther, John was sure it fall right off his jaw.

After a few more interactions between the two groups, and Clint Barton- vent man- and Max figured out that they didn't know how to work a device called the coffee machine, which devoted an entire impromptu lesson on the workings of the modern day device.

Hamilton and Jefferson glowed with delight for different reasons- Hamilton's being at the thought of a machine that could make a drink that could sustain him for an even longer period of time than his body managed to, and was doubly so when Romanoff informed him that Stark, too, operated mainly on caffeine and sheer willpower when working, disregarding food or sleep or even common sense. Finally, a kindred spirit. He could practically feel Laurens’ resignation as he absorbed the information like a sponge. Jefferson's being the new device that he would possibly take apart and (attempt to)  put back together at one point or another.

Another thing that the two wanted to make a closer acquaintance with was the telephone, not only for its ability to communicate messages over great distances – though they wanted to study that, too; Hamilton thought it would have been so very useful during the Revolution, and, judging by Laurens’, Lafayette's, Hercules, and Washington's faraway gazes, they agreed with Hamilton's opinion – but also for its capacity to retrieve information from around the world, then communicating it back to the user, all within a few seconds.

Laurens, on the other hand, was fascinated by photography.

"Good man, do you mean that I no longer have to stand still for hours to have my portrait done?" he had exclaimed, mirth in his eyes.

Technology truly was wondrous.

The session was interrupted by a high-pitched sound coming from behind them, startling Hamilton and Laurens so much that they practically jumped into each others arms.

The Quad remained unruffled, which went a long way to calming Hamilton’s nerves; from what he had gleaned so far, all four were very capable of defending themselves, as well as of assessing threats.

If they did not deem the sound dangerous, neither should he or any of his other...companions. The sound of footsteps grew louder, as if approaching them.

Hamilton made as if to turn around in his chair – a bar stool, he had been reliably informed by Barton – but he needn’t have bothered.

"They’re a match," Stark said, dropping unceremoniously into a stool by the kitchen counter, seizing the coffee pot and pouring himself a generous cup, then drinking half of it in one swallow. Hamilton sipped at his own deliciously bitter drink.