Rogue, also known as Anna Marie lounges back on the roof of a building in New York City, enjoying the vague outlines of stars amidst the heavy light pollution. There’s a chilling breeze, fall beginning to turn to winter. A difficult hurdle for the ever elusive Voleur, a teenager stuck in the past, to be sure, even with the blanket he managed to steal that’s draped over his form.

Shadows dance in the streets from criminals and vigilantes alike, a common sight in this part of the city. Sounds of a struggle in the alley nearby, followed by what sounds like a verifiable ass-kicking. Must be one of the local vigilantes taking care of business — Spiderman, Daredevil, Moon Knight, Punisher if she’s lucky. Shame. Could’ve been interesting, a good distraction from the cold.

It’s then that Voleur hears said vigilante climbing the fire escape. Maybe this night’ll be interesting after all (Until she met her counterpart from other universes)