There appears a person in a steel-blue suit of power armor with a motorcycle-style helmet.

"What the fuck!" says this person.

"I don't know what the fuck!" says a possibly twelve year old girl, in a thick blood red top with armor made of shining red scales with black accents, black pants, and a circlet with small golden horns. She's not wearing a mask, unlike most of her companions. "Please tell me you just dropped on us on accident. Or that you're frantically searching for someone to save your dying world, that'd at least be an entertaining kind of 'our problem.'"

(Her companions are: a teenage girl in an orange bodysuit with panels with a dizzying star effect and a deep orange cowl that hides her face, a teenage girl in a white bodysuit with blue lightning designs and also a motorcycle-style helmet, a large boy with green skin and hair and wings and a purple bodysuit and no mask, a teenage girl in a purple outfit over a black bodysuit with a purple mask covering her face, and a possibly teenage, possibly young adult girl with long white hair, dressed in a stylized Chinese martial arts robe with a sword she apparently dropped beside her, in a slightly askew demon mask. There's also an older man, dressed in red and purple metallic plates, who everyone else is conspicuously avoiding standing too near as they get to their feet.)

"It's the first thing and I was kinda in the middle of something! Where am I? I don't have signal."

"I don't know. Wiccan, where'd you drop us?"

"Uh," says the girl in an excessive amount of orange. "Latveria? Maybe? I was mostly aiming for 'away from the murderous speedster,' and that is not a situation conducive to aiming, but this looks kind of somewhere in Europe-ish? And I'd been thinking about Latveria recently."

"...where's Latveria?"

"...Somewhere in Eastern Europe I think? Mostly known for producing that von Doom weirdo - Loki you know any geography, right - "

"Northern Balkans."

"Onboard memory's never heard of it and neither have I, if it's in fact known for things as opposed to being a short-lived warlord territory or something it ought to be in here."

"...Which Earth are you from - I'm pretty sure 926 doesn't have a Latveria so it'd make sense if others didn't..."

"Uh, we're using Hebrew letters, it's Bet? I didn't know there were numbered ones."

"You'd run out of letters pretty quick unless your area was pretty sparse. This's 1023 - they're not numbered sequentially, but by some weird randomizer that the person running it swears is unlikely to have a duplicate with another universe's randomizer, so no one has to redo their ordering system if a new connection's made."

"Not to interrupt this fascinating conversation," says the girl with the sword, "But weren't we kind of running away from people tracking us."

"Von Doom might know we're here, but he's got up stuff preventing the Avengers at least from tracking him. He'll probably send something out to meet us, but we should really get who's who and what we're actually doing all squared away before that."

"I'm Lorica. We aren't running out of letters, powers that go between Earths aren't common - there's a stable data connection to Aleph for transmission of alternate universe Star Wars movies but nothing for commuting."

"I'm Loki. Orange girl is Wiccan; she's got a wide set of powers but the most relevant are flying, throwing lightning, and as of yesterday apparently teleporting. Girl in white is Jet; she's a speedster. Green boy's Hulkling; he's strong. Girl in purple's Phosphor; she's got a far-sight thing. Jian's the one with a sword; she's kind of super-soldiery and has a sword. Magneto's the old asshole; he's got metal manipulation and swears up and down he's not a villain anymore. Which, valid, but he's not part of our team technically - we're just looking for the same person, the Scarlet Witch, who's his daughter and who maybe made Wiccan and Jet. The Scarlet Witch's old teammates are either trying to stop us or trying to let us lead them to her - it's really unclear and I think they disagree with each other about that."

"Well, that sounds really complicated. I'm not playing with my full gear, here, so I don't know that I will be much help to anyone."

"Well, once the Avengers aren't pissed at us we can talk to Doctor Strange - he's one of the interdimensional people - about getting you sent back to your world, or the Scarlet Witch should have that ability, and depending on what your full gear is we can probably help?"

"I can also conjure things if I know enough about them."

"What do you need to know? I usually have a flock of little robots."

"Uh, if I don't know how stuff works my power sometimes fills in with randomness which is usually bad, but I know how like RC robots work and can duplicate a thing that's in front of me without knowing how it works unless it's got, like, power weirdness happening. Usually things either work or immediately explode, though, there won't be a question of whether I got it right or not."

"I should be able to tell even if they're just subtly off but I definitely can't explain them, they're Tinker-made. Some of it's similar to tech in my suit, but it's all Tinker bullshit all the way down."

"...I'm not sure I can just pull them from your world... That'd probably go hilariously wrong somehow."

"I'll just do without till I can build more, I guess."

"We can - try to leave you with stuff if we find somewhere safe for you to stay? Which is uh 'not here.'"