Jesse had few quiet days like this without having to chase supercriminals, hunt doomsday cars, paperwork, or doctor appointments. Usually the idyll was interrupted by a sudden call.
Some other “he” suddenly called and said "We have a job!". Or something exploded with fireworks under his window. Or an invitation to a family reunion came... that's why when Jesse lay down to rest on the sofa for a bit, he didn't even take off his suit with a helmet.
He lay and stared at the ceiling, waiting. And if nothing happened for half an hour from the moment he lay down, then he went to change into home clothes. Not that Jesse could refuse!
People have always needed him and clones were not always enough for everyone and everywhere where needed. So when he began to fall somewhere, Hydra was not even surprised. Instead, he cowered, preparing to fall.
Falling through the void was a new experience for him. "I don't know who's doing this," he shouted into the void with all his might as dozens of spheres swept by, "But the special effects are good! Didn't think to work in Hollywood-oo-oo-oo!". Even before Hydra could finish speaking, he landed in a smelly dumpster.
“Oh, for fuck's sake!”, Hydra hissed as he tumbled out of the tank and brushed the magazine off his head.
"If you didn't like the joke you could just say so!" he shouted into the void, addressing the teleporter.
"It's okay, Doc," brushed himself off as he got up off the ground and looked around, "Are we cool?". The man quickly straightened his tie and checked the charge on his helmet.
"Yeah, cooler then snowman", he answered himself out of habit.
Self-talk was for dr. Hydra is something natural. Perhaps the frequent transfer of memory affected.
Picking up a magazine with a headline on the first page from the ground, he assessed the appearance of the deceased. “Jesus!” Hydra involuntarily burst out in surprise, “Man, I don’t know how much I should grieve for you, but if the Chelsea match against Tottenham was moved to the second page for you, then you are either the Queen or Jesus! ..”
For a couple of seconds he looked at the title. Curiosity got the better of Jesse and he turned the page, "How did the match end, by the way?” “
“Come on, Chelsea, daddy put a couple hundred on you, don't let me down! ..", muttered at the moment when he heard a voice coming from somewhere above.
“Hello there…”, heard from above.
"General Kenobi," replied Hydra almost instinctively as he pirouetted.
Down from the roof into the filthy and tattered alley descended one of the most disgusting creatures that Doc had ever seen in his practice. He looked like the illegitimate child of Carl's third form of transformation and plastic snot heavily sprinkled with crack. "A huge amount of crack. A mountain of crack, really!" he thought, looking at the creature's teeth and smelling its fetid breath. But Jesse didn't like jumping to conclusions. Don't judge a mutant by his appearance. "Where are my manners?!" thought to himself. Adjusted the gloves.
"Really? You've never seen me?" It was clear from Hydra's voice that he was upset.
"Then let's get to know each other!", stepped forward with his hands on his hips, "I'm your friendly neighbor, Dr. Hydra! And you?.."
He looked uncertainly at the big man. He didn't introduce himself, but kept talking and talking. Hydra didn't particularly like referring to himself in the third person (as all villains do before attacking you in a dirty alleyway), but he still decided not to be led by dirty prejudices. The name was a good start of acquaintance.
And with him, Jesse decided to start!
"So you're an Eel, right?" nodded, "Cool cool. So... what do you usually eat? I have half a Fat Pitt* that I took with me from Fresco**. But if you want something fresh or you're a vegan we can go somewhere"
"But don't think it's a date," he said in an embarrassed tone, "You're cute, but not my type." The cybernetchi eye on the Hydra's helmet winked at Eel.