As an Avengers Quinjet approaches top speed over a busy residential area, the skillful pilot attempts radio communication with other members of the team...
CAPTAIN AMERICA: Iron Man, come in, come in, Iron Man...this is Captain America...
IRON MAN: I hear you, Cap. If you're calling about the unidentified life-forms invading Manhattan, Thor and I are already there. But they seem to possess some sort of selective intangibility. My repulsor rays and Thor's hammer go right through them...doesn't stop them from creating havoc here, though.
CAPTAIN AMERICA: Can Thor transport the creatures--open a dimensional gateway and evacuate them somehow?
IRON MAN: Negative. When we approach, they switch to their ephemeral forms and...well, it's frustrating for an Asgardian. Thor thinks they're taunting him intentionally.
CAPTAIN AMERICA: I can imagine...
IRON MAN: So far, it's primarily property damage here, Cap. But there are too many of them. They appear genuinely intent on inflicting as much chaos as possible, and they don't seem to notice that human beings are in their way. We're looking at enormous civilian casualties pretty quickly, if we can't hold the line.
CAPTAIN AMERICA: Stand your ground, Avenger. We're enlisting some major league assistance, ASAP.
IRON MAN: Be quick, Cap. That's all. Just...be quick.
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WONG: May I help you?
CAPTAIN AMERICA: We're here for Dr. Strange.
SCARLET WITCH: We're in dire need of his help.
CAPTAIN AMERICA: This is no laughing matter, miss. Is Dr. Strange here? This is an urgent matter requiring his immediate...
WONG: I'm afraid the Doctor is indisposed. Please call again later.
CLEA (sticking out her tongue...): thbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbt! hahahaha!
CAPTAIN AMERICA: Wanda, what's going on here?
SCARLET WITCH: I have no idea, Cap...
DR. STRANGE: WHO DISTURBS DR. STRANGE'S TIME OF REFLECTION?
CAPTAIN AMERICA: Dr. Strange, it's us. It's Captain America and the Scarlet Witch, and we desperately need your help! Your old foe, Dormammu has opened some sort of portal to his own dimension, and the other-worldy denizens are crossing over into our reality!
CLEA: hee. I'm also from the Dark Dimension. It looks like a Dali painting. Isn't that funny? Dali sounds like dolly. I want to play with my Dali. Oh, that's so FUNNY, beloved!
DR. STRANGE: Heh. That does indeed amuse the Master of the Mithtic...the Mathter of the Mistake...Heh.
CLEA: Ha! You can't even SPEAK, my love! Oh, that is beyond price! Hahahaha!
DR. STRANGE: The Matter of the Misthtic Arst. Yes! The Mystic Arse Matter! That is ME! I, I mean. That is I. Heh.
DR. STRANGE: Heh.
CLEA: You are SO very BAKED, my love! Hahaha!
DR. STRANGE: Am not! Heh, almost fell over just now!