"The second way!"

"Cool! --I mean, uh, sorry to hear that, that sounds really inconvenient."

"It is bad! I do not know if I can be put together again."

Her facial expression and voice don't match her words at all but he has about negative six legs to stand on when judging other people's nonverbal communication. "In theory, if the staff brought you here it ought to be able to put you back."

"How does it do that?"

"I wish I knew! I had it hooked up to a bunch of scanners but I hadn't just done anything to it, and it looked like it just decided to open a portal to wherever you were. The last person who had it was able to open wormholes on purpose, but he used it to try to conquer Earth and now he's dead, so we can't ask him."

"Do you have a guess where he could have learned how?"

"Hmm. Loki doesn't seem like the type to have figured it out himself; he needed to steal a machine someone else made to use it on purpose. He probably didn't learn it on Earth, though. The physicist who made the wormhole generator is still around, but I have no idea if he'll talk to us. Also, all the previous examples have been of wormholes between two points in the same timeline."

"Where does the physicist live?"

"In this city, if his place didn't get destroyed. I'll send him an email. And we should talk to Tony Stark; technically this is his building and I'm just living in it."

"Okay."

He pulls out a device and  it, taps something out on it, then looks up again. "Told Tony we're coming. But first, do you want anything to eat or drink?" For all he knows she photosynthesizes or takes AA batteries, but it seems polite to ask.

"I have never had human food before! I think humans like food. I think this might be because it is good. I want some."

"Okay, this way then." He starts leading her out of the lab into an elevator. "I'm curious what you did instead of eating human food."

"I have to feed this and the others but it is not food humans made. I was stolen by the alien Presger and it does not understand a lot of things."

"Yikes. Uh, I hope being stolen wasn't causing you problems?" The elevator takes them to a massive kitchen and eating area, where Bruce rummages through a refrigerator. "We have pizza, we have Chinese takeout, we have I don't know what this is so it's probably Barton's, I guess you have no reference point for any of this so I vote Chinese."

"Okay! I will eat Chinese."