Sam hadn't meant to be comforting. Not really her brand. But before she could make a joke about it, her eyebrows went straight up to her hairline (her real hairline) with the implications of the rest of it.

"Wait...you're one of them too?"

What the actual fuck? Their oppressive Overlords continued to pull person after person from one single corner of the multiverse, yet Sam remained the only representative of hers? Not that she was complaining, exactly. She wouldn't wish this place on her friends, and she wouldn't wish her enemies on this place. But it just made no sense whatsoever.

She shook her head a little bit. "Logic is dead. And who the hell is Peggy?"