That's the point, Eden. So are they. All of them. That's why we have to stop them from fighting each other and find some way to remind them of who they are... And what they're used to be. That's our mission. Our goal.
Good evening, ladies and gentlemen of Da Costa International. It's my pleasure to stand before you today in what have proven to be... Trying times. I know what you've been thinking--How can I manage to look so good even in the face of so much adversity? Good genes and smart fashion sense. But what we're facing is much bigger than just me. It's bigger than all of us, maybe the whole universe. As we all learned things are coming undone all around us. Things we have no control over. Bad men are doing bad things to prevent the ending of everything. Thought it may be hard to accept, a war is being fought on our behalf while we wait in bated breath to find out if we will still exist tomorrow. And me? I've had enough sitting on the sidelines. It's time to take action--It's time to fight for the future.
Nuh-uh. You've only seen what we wanted you to, remember? And I told you -- I'm not just an Avenger. I'm a New Mutant. It may take them -- kaff! -- a few minutes to get here -- but I'll always have people.
Nothing. That's the problem. I mean, look at you. It's been months since we've seen each other, and I was expecting you to be a mess. Depressed, out of shape, bad hair... worse complexion. But look at you. Happy, healthy, exceptionally fit... how does that happen?
Yeah, yeah. You call that a mad scientist? I've seen madder science in my daughter's school fair, son. And I ain't impressed by you, either. So you're a bad enough dude to save the President -- so what? I write my own name in every four years. You made John Garrett look stupid? His mustache got there first. It's pitiful. You want to deal? Want your people in from the cold with a backrub from Uncle Sam? We need more from you, fella. We need the big crazy.
And what's bigger and crazier than A.I.M. vs. S.H.I.E.L.D., you ask? How about... A.I.M. vs. A.I.M.? Every iteration. Every splinter group. Every yellow jumpsuit -- gone. In just 24 hours. Starting here -- starting now. Sit back and watch, General... because the grand finale is about to begin.