"It seems to be a fair toss up," I say. "Bucky and Wolverine are from after my time, you and Spider-Man are before. It makes casual conversation feel a little like wading through a mine field." I fold my arms, frowning thoughtfully at Matt- which is rude, since he can't see me doing it, so I stop, turning my focus instead to the doorway. It takes just about everything in my not to up and leave every five minutes, but out of respect for the doctor's orders, I haven't.

Yet.

At least not that frequently.

"I'm sure you'll run into it eventually, though, so unless you have an aversion to being told future events, I can explain better. I wouldn't blame you, however, if you did."