Martin nodded along. To any passer-by he'd look like a sixteen year old, despite still being thirteen, the result of a magic adventure mishap. This was on top of spending the three years since his powers manifested secluded with Dr. Strange and only dealing with magic...well, that doesn't promote normal social development either.
"I never knew why they called it that. Because the moms and pops have their kids working there too." He's suspended in mid-air for a moment as the speeding car hits another bump and nearly hits his head.
Martin gives up on watching out the window, having determined a while ago there was nothing interesting, and instead focuses on following the moving sea-green dot, he was quite proud of getting the colour right, on his map.
"Do you have any money? I don't carry any." It wasn't practical considering not paying attention while touching any might result in the money turning into something else. He's pretty sure he has some, he vaguely recalls something about the Thunderbolts getting salaries.
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