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2014, New York – A few months after the fall of S.H.I.E.L.D. and inside the remains of Stark Tower Once Tony had left the room all eyes turned to Steve. He couldn’t quite tell whether the rest believed Tony’s story – partly because he didn’t know if he should believe it either – but they seemed pretty calm and none of them reached for their guns again.    It was a good sign; a sign of trust.    ‘We’ll need to prepare,’ you said after a loud sigh. ‘If we want to make one final stand, we need to do it now.’ With that said, you walked past Steve – without even looking a

1943, America – At the Modern Marvels Pavilion You were walking through an exhibition of the army. You were fascinated by the paintings and posters that hung on the wall, meant to persuade people to join the army. You had never seen such a propaganda before. Midgard was much, much different from your home, Asgard. There you weren’t persuaded to join a war. Being a true soldier was an honor. Something that was bestowed only upon the All-father’s greatest and most loyal of warriors. You had come to Earth, as the humans called it, only a year ago. Your mission had seemed simple: retrieve what was lost years ago: the Tesseract