That's cute. "I'm gonna get some food and talk to Asher, see you." 

"See you," Levva says, eyes fixed on the video. It cuts to a baby repeatedly kissing his dad on the cheek while saying "ma!"

Cute. 

He acquires a food and finds Asher and says "So I got Levva to bounce." 

Asher, who has still not managed to find a shirt, glances up from the finicky machine he's working on. "That's great! What did you do?"

"He was talking about how if he lived on Earth where we dont have population controls he could have as many babies as he wants and I said 'you know, I bet mad science would let you have kids with humans and it doesn't sound like you have any responsibilities back home' and he was so happy." 

"Population... controls?"

"Yep, that's what I said too, apparently everyone wants as many children as they can possibly have and if they don't have controls they wind up committing genocide for the space. He was deeply confused that we can have as many children as we want and most people only want two." 

"He might only get one baby, it depends on how half-humans work with his species. If they want babies as much as he does I'm not going to create fourteen of them, that sounds like a disaster."

"That makes sense but please don't make me be the one to break it to him." 

"Why is he-- you know-- like that?"

"His world has castes, and he's part of the sports and military and physical activity caste, and apparently greys have lower IQ on average and also his entire education was about training people to be soldiers and police and sports players and security guards, so he thinks that he's stupid and not good at anything even more than the other Levs do just because he never got a chance to study the things he's good at." 

"Why would anyone put a Lev in the sports caste?!"

"You're born in, nobody got to pick — I know —" 

"And Lev just had-- incredibly bad luck-- I assume he's not, like, more athletic than Xenolev."

"No. He isn't." 

"We're keeping him."

"Of course we are," Sasha says, and hugs him. 

"I told Xenolev to work on trying to get the Sashas and Levs home. What we've figured out so far is that the machine can only be operated once a month, so we'll have to track down Doc Ock next time she uses it and reverse the polarities. Which is good, because as best as Xenolev can figure out, it summoned three of each of you."

"...so where are the other two of me and the other Lev, do we know." 

"They were near you in New York City two nights ago and neither SHIELD nor us knows where they are. That's all we know."

"That's not awesome." He does not unhug Asher. 

"Yeah. Unfortunately New York City disapproves of spy drones flying around the entire city looking for Sashas and Levs, so I don't have a better suggestion than you looking."

"That's fair but obnoxious. — I can look." 

Asher kisses him. "I love you."

"I love you." 

The problem with having him look for the missing Sashas and Lev is that New York City is.... big.