“Don’t worry, I can show you the world, show you everything you need to know.” Rumlow said, he paused for a moment and when Steve’s stomach rumbled in the silence he added, “How about we start with the best breakfast joint Hell’s Kitchen can offer?”
“So, as the first to emerge from a food trance, would you care to comment on if this is a metabolism thing, an energy usage thing or just a hunk thing?” Stark asked from the head of the table.
A sharp blaze of light cut the blue, marking it with white, then black, a dozen blazes of light and twinkling stars becoming clear. A nebula in the distance filled with colours that Steve had barely known could exist so boldly.
Steve finds himself a man out of time. One moment he was fighting for his life, Guide by his side and Matriarch Sentinel at his back, the next he was in New York and there were aliens pouring from the sky.