"Oh yeah. There's a whole football team of them. There's Iron Man and Captain America and the Hulk and-- There's even another Steven, spelled with a 'PH'. I'm Steven with a 'V'. He's a mystic magician type with a cape." Steven reaches behind himself with one hand and flaps his hand to simulate a cape. Because a jazz hand behind his back is exactly what a cape looks like. "Calls himself 'Doctor Strange'. I suppose he is rather strange..." Not that Steven knows the doctor personally or anything. These are all just people on the telly, things he's read when Black Widow dumped SHIELD's files, the kind of rubbish that the Daily Mirror would write. They're not 'real people' to Steven, like how politicians and celebrities live on a different plane of existence with different kinds of problems, out of touch with reality.

"They're not all hostile. The aliens I mean. I bet some of them are really lovely! And some aliens would just want to visit Earth, try some-- poutine or wha'ever, have a pint, take pictures of belugas. But Thanos came to the planet and just. He turned half the people to dust." Steven wrings his hands in the hem of his shirt, getting anxious just thinking about it.

"Not us." He's referring to Marc and by extension, himself. "But people we knew. It was really sad."