The afternoon sun is bright when you and Adrian stroll up the walk. His house- but not quite. The siding’s cleaner, the red front door glossier, and on the porch rail a bronze squirrel perches where at home there’s always been a chipmunk. Even the welcome mat’s changed: HELLO STRANGER in crisp white letters.

Adrian stops to point at the squirrel, laughing under his breath.


“You’re a chipmunk in my dimension.”

He’s practically buzzing, head swiveling to take it all in. When he notices the front door is wide open, his grin only grows.


“Door’s open. Perfect. Let’s meet… me.”

He strides in without fear, you close behind.

Inside, the house is spotless and sun-washed. Same living room, same couch, superhero posters just straighter on the wall. Different throw pillows- navy instead of red. And in the doorway beyond, his parents on the couch, casual and together. Adrian stares, then grins even wider. 
“My dad isn’t gay in this dimension!”

He waves it off and tiptoes to the back of the house, whispering to you like you’re co-conspirators on the best prank ever. 
“This is so cool. Alternate me is probably way cooler. Or way lamer. Let’s find out.”

The door to what should be his weapons room is already ajar. Adrian nudges it wider with his boot.

Sunlight splashes across a perfectly organized workshop: labeled bins, gleaming gear, tools hung with care. At the desk, another Adrian Chase swivels in his chair- same face, same age, Vigilante suit zipped but helmet tossed on the table.

Gun up in one fluid move. 
“Who the fuck are you?”

Your Adrian freezes for half a beat, then bursts into a delighted laugh, throwing both hands up. 
“I’m you! From another dimension!”

The other Adrian blinks, gun lowering as his mouth breaks into a stunned, joyful grin. 
“Are you fucking kidding me?!”

Both men just stare, grinning now, like kids who found the world’s best cheat code. Your Adrian’s excitement bubbles over. 
“This is insane! You’re me! Dude, do you l-like Chris too? Best guy ever.”

That kills the smile on the other’s face; it goes still and wary. 
“Chris Smith? Peacemaker? People hate him here. Nazi asshole.”

Your Adrian’s head snaps up, laughter gone but still curious. 
“What? My Chris isn’t like that at all. Okay-okay, wow, that’s a twist.”

He looks back at you, still buzzing with adrenaline, clearly thrilled but now also burning with questions.

Two Adrians, one giddy and fascinated, one started to harden at the mention of Chris. You’re in the doorway- first witness to their meeting and the one who can steer what happens next: do you explain the mission, ask about Chris, or just let the two of them crash together?