Static stood on his disk, arms crossed and hovering near the door, not too far from Brainy. He was eagerly waiting to see just who might come through; he was hoping to see Rocket or Black Lightning, but even some of the other heroes, just...someone else from his time, really. It'd be nice not to have to explain who he was for once.

But, if that didn't work, he'd just be a tour guide. He was good at that.