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Steve Rogers had just walked out of the recruitment tent where he finally got his lucky break. He has officially been accepted into the United States Army, thanks to Dr. Abraham Erskine for being the first one to give him a chance. Steve couldn’t help feeling the satisfaction of accomplishing something many said was impossible. Something even his best friend Bucky had said was suicidal. He started to weave back into the crowds at the Stark Expo, enlistment forms still in hand, when he felt the small hairs on his neck stand up. Snapping his head up, he started looking around for whatever caused his sudden unease. All he could see were hundreds of people moving from exhibit to exhibit, couples, families, and everyone in between enjoying the displays of the future. Then suddenly, a little way in front of him, was a woman. She just stood there and people seemed to take no notice of her as they walked right by.
Steve did. As soon as he saw her, he just knew she was the reason for his feeling of foreboding. She’s quite beautiful he thought. She was tall, slim, with long blonde flowing hair, and she wore all white. White heels, white knee length flowing skirt, crisp white button up, and long white coat. And she was looking straight at him, and gave a slight smile. Maybe it was the white and dark setting but she seemed be slightly brighter than those around her. His last thought was oddly, Wonder how she keeps it all clean…
=A=
Bruce Banner should be freezing. Well he was but it didn’t really register with him. All he felt was tired, numb, and the slight weight of revolver magnum in his left hand. He had swiped it from the man who was kind enough to chopper him out here, to the middle of frozen nowhere.
He couldn’t make himself feel regret for it though. It was a small crime compared to the immense havoc the Hul- the Other Guy, inflicted in Harlem. He couldn’t remember much of any of it, which was common when the Other Guy came out, which he found to be one of the worst side effects, because if he didn’t have solid truth of what happened, his mind would fill in the gaps. What his mind filled it with was probably more violent and brutal then what had actually happened, but he wouldn’t have put it past his monstrous alter ego.
Bruce looked out and over the cliff he was currently sitting on the edge of. There are worst places to choose to end it he thought. It was a beautiful landscape, everything was in varying shades of snow white. No birds, animals, plants and (most importantly) no humans. Just one of the reasons for choosing this area, just in case he failed to end it all. He looked back down to the small gun, and gripped it just a bit tighter with his gloved hand. Lifting it, he cocked it. Looking back up to the elegant scenery, he started to raise his escape towards his mouth, when he felt it.
The telltale feeling of someone’s eyes on you. Whipping his head around behind him, Bruce wasn’t sure if what he was seeing was real or not. Standing a few feet behind him, was a woman in all white. Everything was white, her snow boots and jacket, her pants and gloves, even her beanie. The only color to break up the solidary theme was her bright blonde hair, a slight glow seemed to come off her. She gave him a small smile, that was ever so slightly pitying. Bruce’s last thought was Huh I didn’t think I would get into heaven; I don’t even remember pulling the trigger…
=A=
Thor Odinson had never felt such frustration! His coronation ruined, a fight with his father, and the culprits are to get away with it. The Jotun’s should be taught a lesson! They need to be shown that an act against Asgard has repercussions. His father has forbidden it however.
With no outlet for his frustration, Thor flipped the long heavy table laden with food and drink, sending it all crashing to the ground. With a short shout of dissatisfaction, and paces away from his three friends, tuning out their conversation, he finally plopped himself down on a golden step. Bracing his arms over his knees, his hands curled into fists. He noticed his younger brother approaching from his peripheral.
“It’s unwise to be in my company right now, brother.” Thor says in a sullen growl.
“Who said I was wise.” Loki easily replied.
“It was to be my day of triumph.” He said, slightly more sullenly as he looked at the empty hall that should be full of his subjects celebrating their new king.
“It will come. In time.” Said Loki. He then leaned a bit closer to Thor and said, “If it’s any consolation, I think your right. About the Frost Giants, about Laufey, everything. If a few of them could penetrate the defenses of Asgard once, who’s to say they won’t try again. Next time with an army?”
“Yes, exactly!” Thor said, excited that his brother at least got it.
“But there’s nothing we can do without defying Father.” Loki continued.
Thor considers this, and looking at his hammer, a look came to his face that had Loki’s eyes widening slightly and have him following his brother as Thor got up.
“No… stop there! I know that look!”
“It’s the only way to ensure the safety of our borders.” Thor said with a slight smirk. He waited for his brother to continue to try to talk him out of it. Only Loki seemed to be frozen. Thor became more concerned when he looked around to see that Sif and the Warriors Three were also not moving.
“Loki? What’s the matter? Loki?!” Thor took a single step toward his brother, when his honed instincts alerted him to another presence in the room. He slowed, and opened his right hand to call Mjölnir to him. Whirling around the second he wrapped his fingers around the handle, Thor came face to face with a…maiden?
“Speak! Who are you?” Thor demanded. The maiden was quite beautiful. She reminded him slightly of Lady Sif with her golden hair, before Loki had cut it off. She wore Asgardian clothing, including bits of armor. What was strange was her gown and armor were white. She didn’t answer Thor. Instead she titled her head slightly and smiled. Thor couldn’t remember what happened next…