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The trio of rich kids screamed as the unknown figure forced them through the orange portal. One might have referred to it as a Pocket, but it was much too big and strangely coloured to be classified as such. Though when Diana and her acquaintances rolled onto the mahogany flooring, she really didn't think it mattered that much.
"Oh my god! Thank heavens you're all okay!" A voice quickly exclaimed as they started to groan.
Slowly blinking, Diana began to process her new surroundings. Being met with an open room that looked to be an entrance to some sort of library. Bookshelves lined the walls with small seating areas here and there. With the most interesting part being a grand staircase that put the one at the academy to shame.
The multicoloured eyes of Diana Rogers-Stark widened when she glanced to the side of her, seeing just who was hugging to Colette and Harry. There checking them over was Colette's father, Glenn Zimmer, but he looked nothing like what the avenger was used to.
Usually the man was in a much less formal wear. His clothing was always covered in holes and mud from wherever the hell he worked. He was more casual than his wife Mindy, who never wore anything but business formal attire. But now he was here. In a red robe.
The patter was glorious, containing a vast amount of shades of red and purple with a black trim. He had a blocky gold ring covering his left hand and a vast amount of knives and other blades over his brown belt.
This was not the Glenn Zimmer, who once wore a Dream Team shirt with his Steve's and Sam's faces to a formal dinner, Diana Rogers-Stark was used too.
"Dad, I'm fine," Colette huffed as he continued to check her over.
"I'm just making sure! You were attacked!" He exclaimed, "You're lucky The Ancient One alerted me otherwise the three of you would still be in that mess!" He glanced at me, "What the hell happened out there?!"
Harry huffed, pushing his uncle away, "It's a long story and I don't know if we have much time but where is she? We could use her help right about now."
"She?" Diana raised her brow.
"I believe the she they're referring to is me," a new voice echoed through the room.
Looking back up the stairs a woman in a yellow robe that was somewhat similar to Glenn's cascaded down the steps, "Hello Miss Rogers-Stark, it's nice to see you again," she removed her hood to reveal a middle aged woman with no hair.
She stood strong. Head up high as if the soot and grime painting her face was part of her. Diana wasn't sure why the kind looking woman seemed so intimidating with a smile alone.
Even though the teen had many questions about what was going on and who her two accomplices and Glenn spent their time with, the only proper thing Diana could ask was, "I've met you before?"
