“Alright, boys and girls,” Tony said as he wandered into the large conference room on the Avengers’ floor of the tower. “It’s story time!”
Steve stared up at the Destroyer, equal parts awe and horror flooding him. It was enormous, made entirely of metal, and contained what seemed to be a forge giving it unlimited fire.
made no sense. According to JARVIS, none of them were Sentinels or Guides, so what exactly were they sensing?
“Well, it’s a hammer alright,” Clint said.
Seeing Wakanda had been an amazing experience, but Steve was glad to be home.
The plane soared over the jungle and dropped into Wakanda, the very air appearing to part to reveal a thriving city. A thriving, modern city. Steve knew precious little about Wakanda, but Maria appeared by turns awed and annoyed.
Steve and Maria walked down the crowded street hand in hand. Maria had practically wrapped herself around his left arm, leaning into him and giving every appearance of being a happy couple. Not that she was faking it, but they were trying to look like a couple of wide-eyed young volunteers looking to do good in the world.
Steve Rogers woke up by degrees. The shutters on the floor to ceiling windows of his suite were programed to open slowly as the sun rose, offering him a gentler nudge than the harsh blare of an alarm clock. He’d found a slow rise to consciousness was preferable to being startled awake since he’d bonded.
Steve Rogers emerged from the ice the first Sentinel of a new generation. Not that he has any idea what that means. Now, as he seeks to understand his place in the world, he discovers that there’s more to being a Sentinel than he’d imagined, and learns there’s a vast legacy just waiting to be discovered.