She was Barbara Minerva, no she was Greer Grant. She was a member of the Legion of Doom, no she was member of the Avengers. She was Tigra, no she was Cheetah. She was wearing spots, no she was wearing stripes. Who was she? She was losing her mind, but
which mind was her and which was the madness? She was curled up in her bath tube crying.
"Who am I?"
Tony was being lead into Reed's lab by Ben Grim. From what he gathered Reed was holed up in his lab, Sue was trying to get him out and Johnny was now a chick. Reed was in the corner in a ball. Literally. Tony saw that he was in a ball. There were banks
of monitors showing various simulations where two globes were coming together and then weird things were happening.
Tony was about to say something when Sue gestured for Tony to look at the monitors. They were all running the simulation except for one that showed Tigra with stripes and spots curled up in a bath tube. And they were all made by Lex-tec not Stark Industries.
Sue gestured for Tony to come close.
"Now we can talk," Sue said as she put up force field.
"The monitors are bugged," Reed said, "We are either going to be fine, screwed or blown up. It is looking less and less likely that we will be fine."
"What's with the cat lady?" Tony asked.
"We don't know who she is anymore," Sue said sadly, "We use to know who she was in our world, but all attempts to identify her are going haywire."
"When you say 'screwed' and 'blown up' what do you mean specifically?" Tony asked.
"As the two worlds are merging," Reed started, "There are many things that are not being able to be lined up. So they remain in chaos flux. Hence the insane cat lady. But it this happens on too large a scale, the world it's self is going to go into nuclear
critical mass and this planet will blow just like a planet sized atomic bomb."
"So there would be no point in fixing up my will would there?" Tony asked, "Would that mean it's time to go straight for the hookers and blow?"
"I don't know," Reed conceded, "At this point by the end of the year it will be done if we don't go nuclear."
"That's what a few months from now of things changing and re-arranging?" Tony asked, "And how many more insane nameless cat ladies are going to be left crying in their bath tubs until its done?"
"We don't know," Sue hugged her husband.