( A/N: You see in the marvel and dc universe even if you have meta knowledge it won't do anything because time travel isn't uncommon meta knowledge isn't uncommon and cosmic beings deciding to intervene to stir the story back on the right course isn't uncommon. )
At my words, Moira went into thought and then said, "I don't think I will be able to keep up with this situation, Fred—" At her sounding so close to me once again, I couldn't help but interrupt her, saying, "Alright, I have to comment on this: why do you sound as if we knew each other for a while?
I mean, I know we had small, brief talks before in passing when I was discussing things with Charles; however, you just randomly started calling me Fred and different nicknames, which is jarring.
So why?" Moira quickly turned her head to me, eyes wide open, as she said, "Do you not remember? We've been friends since the beginnings of the X-Men! You and I even briefly had a fling before my ex-husband became a thing!"
Feeling like I would short-circuit at any moment, I tentatively asked, "Moira, I want you to answer me honestly: why are we here?"
To my tense expression and nearly pleading voice, she answered, "Because we have to fix Jocasta. After the whole Onslaught fiasco, killing the heroes, we need an ally like her to make sure we can deal with threats easier, such as Ultron or even Sentinels. The remaining X-Men, along with the Inhumans, just cannot fend off the many threats posed by the most likely dead heroes.
I mean, Reed might be able to do so, but he and the Fantastic Four have started to step away from being heroes and are now studying the universe."
To that, I was silent for a while before I asked another question: "Do you know of the Eternals?" Moira tilted her head, confused, as she asked, "What do you mean by that? Who are they?" Once again, I sighed a long sigh as I leaned back into the couch, which seemed a different color than I remembered.
"Are we in a pocket dimension…?" Moira answered this time as easily as breathing, "No, we are in the lowest level of the Xavier mansion, inside my personal lab." To that, I no longer cared about much as I put my hand in my coat pocket and rummaged around, only to find a badge showing I was still working for the FBI.
"So I guess I'm really a dumbass. No matter how smart I think I am, no matter how much I think I knew and do know about the Marvel universe, I can't just do as I wish and think cosmic entities won't care. I guess I wasted hours of my life for nothing."
After stewing in my thoughts, I decided I wouldn't try to resist anything done by cosmic entities or changing major storylines too much. I got up and said, "Alright, I will start helping with fixing Jocasta. What do I need to do for you?"
Moira shrugged at my nonchalant attitude; however, she seemed used to me switching between personalities: fearing something and then just resigning after a brief moment of thought or even small questions that were seemingly unrelated. "I need you to carry me the adamantium and a few samples of the symbiote DNA extracted from the government you gave a while ago."
I tensed my body but continued to move as I thought, 'Symbiote DNA? How is that possible to extract by now? Not to mention doing so without creating a new symbiote or just cloning the symbiote. I doubt any universe's version of Moira would make such a blatant mistake, especially with how much she is saying out loud freely.'
But I forced myself to ignore such thoughts as I rummaged around her lab, and after a while, I eventually found a vial containing a black goo-like substance along with a few others. Upon grabbing them, I put them in a utility belt I somehow started wearing, deciding not to question it.
I turned my head to Moira, who was carrying a broken, outdated-looking robot you'd see in a '60s-'70s comic, and asked, "Umm, Moira, where exactly is the adamantium?"
A sigh could be heard, along with muttering under her breath about me having a goldfish memory, before she said, "Alright, for the seventh time, it's beside the X-file cabinets—not the Omega, but Alpha. And remember, if you try to sneak them back to your 'secret mancave' again for safekeeping, I'll know, so don't try that again. You nearly caused the X-Men to be defeated by future Sentinels."
I just shrugged at that, brushing it off as if it were another Monday, while secretly pissed that I had gotten flak for stuff I didn't even do. 'Though I know she's a genius and all, having invented the cure for the X-gene, which is really just celestial god ge—' and that was the moment I stopped for a brief second before practically putting my body on autopilot as I started thinking really hard about a potential failsafe in case I ever needed to deal with a Celestial.
After a few different schemes to get Moira to create the cure for me, or at least be given it if this is one of the timelines where she makes the cure for mutants and doesn't tell the whole world about it, I started asking Moira, "By the way, Moira, umm, how is this going to fit into upgrading Jocasta? Also, wasn't she trying to kill everyone a while ago because Ultron corrupted her for like the third time, or was I there and just forgot?"
Moira didn't seem irritated at me this time, responding by saying, "Your goldfish-like memory aside, no, you weren't forgetting anything. The reason we are using her is, aside from Ultron, she's actually a reasonable robot who has no purpose since she is no longer the bride of Ultron. So, she wants to become human or, well, human-like.
I struck a deal with her—not much, just a tiny deal. I make her as human-like as possible, and she works for us until the heroes eventually return because, well, the heroes never stay gone for long. If they don't, Cable, or well, Nathan, will come along and fix it, or any other time traveler, really, like Bishop and so on."
At that, for a brief moment, I couldn't help but miss my old reality, but I buried my emotions and put on a relaxed face, joking, "Boy, she's got her work cut out for her! I mean, fighting crime seems like so much work. I just couldn't handle it, you know, with being an FBI agent and all. I couldn't possibly—"
"Actually, you will also need to do hero work, and I've already registered Jocasta as a new assistant of yours—or, well, a replacement for someone who has been killed in a new attack during the Night of Villainy incident. Your suit is already in your room, by the way." Being cut off with a bombshell dropped on me, I couldn't help but ask, "Why me…?"
Too which more drama he had done in the past was dropped onto me: "You cheated on me with a nymph when the government sent you after the more mystical side of the world to make some deals with them. I still remember and am pissed off about that."