[The screen turns on and we see a older man in a traditional almost what one could call MIB suit. He looks, well, he looks a big bugged by the whole situation.]

Stark, this is all your fault. I don’t know how you did it, or what you did. But I blame you.

Hawkeye? Widow? Report.

[It isn't his laptop, but he manages to figure out the basics in short order. So have a patented pair of Sam Winchester's puppy dog eyes staring at the screen.]

Uh - hey. I'm not sure if anyone else out there can really hear me. To tell you the truth, I'm still not convinced that any of this is real.

[Sure, he's seen more than his share of strange things. But his dreams have been equally bizarre. He's sort of hoping for the latter.]

I'm looking for someone. His name is Dean.

[Or maybe he's under an alias. But he really doesn't feel like covering the list that ranges from "Dr. James Hetfield" to "Sigfried Houdini"]

He's got brown hair, brown leather jacket, hazel eyes - I think. Anyway, if anyone can hear me, and they see him, tell him...tell him that his brother is looking for him.

And that I'm sorry.