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  Caribbean isnds

  –Natasha “Bck Widow” Romanoff –

  Well, there it was, sipping Margaritas and sunbathing in the Carribeans, enjoying the idbad chill atmosphere of the party capital, meeting people from all walks of life and actually enjoying her life for a moment.

  She had multiple hidden caches with enough cash to survive for years, and she would ter burn the identity anyway, so spending it on a tropical isnd with the best weather would not hurt her identity at all.

  “Thanks, Carl,” She thahe bartender as she took her drink a back to the beach. This was fast being a weekly ritual for her as she simply chilled in her apartment and then came to the beach whenever she felt like it. By all means, life was nearly perfect for her.

  Jack was back, and strohan ever, judging by the dispy during the Helicarriers, although it was certainly not as impressive as holding up aire Carrier all by his lonesome.

  If she looked up using a telescope, she could still see the Three carriers in orbit. spiracy theorists were having a field day about the eventual ownership of the carriers and how it would pletely shift the bance of power in favour of whichever try mao vihe Green Guardian to give the and of the best ons that Humans had mao build.

  She had mao expose HYDRA, all of the WSC that ordered that nuclear strike were dead, and while SHIELD itself was no more, she knew Fury and he was not oo accept defeat so soon. She had no doubt that Coulson robably running around somewhere, gathering up the remnants of SHIELD to get some sort of underground agency up and running.

  She applied a healthy amount of suns and simply id down on the beach, sipping Margaritas and looking at cute boys. The dream sario for a whole lot of girls, especially for retirement, a…

  She couldn’t find much joy in this slow life. Sure, it was something that she ohought would cure all of her life’s troubles away but real life was different than fantasy. She had greatly e at first but ihan two weeks, she was getting quite bored of this pce. For one, she already knew most of the good spots and had already tried most of the good food and drinks.

  So, she was thinking of boung from this pce, burning her identity as Karen Judy, and then heading to some other pce. She was thinking of Europe, doing some old architectural t, and then seeing where her new path in life leads her.

  So, she was uandably pissed when her pns for a cold quiet touristy life in Europe went up in fmes as Tony nded in front of her with that stupid three point superhero nding, throwing up sand everywhere.

  She gred at him and just threw the margarita at him, the gss breaking against his steel suit.

  “Damn you, Jarvis. You snitch!” She yelled as she began gatheriuff and stomping back towards the cute scooter that she purchased sed-hand after ing here, trying to fit in with the whole hippie traveller vibe. Now, seeing it o the shining red and gold of Tony’s suit, it just looked stupid.

  CRACK…

  Especially siony just cracked its headlight’s pstic housing wheried to lean on the scooter with his stupid heavy suit.

  By this point, there was a crowd gathering as she had to shed her disguise. She was able to hide her identity by doing some small ges to her fad hair but now that everyone has seen her with Tony, this identity was burned as well.

  Such a shame, that Karen died so young. Only 3 years and 4 months since she was created out of thin air.

  “What do you want, Tony?” She sighed and threw her towel on the suit.

  “Um, actually, I am not actually here. Jarvis just piloted the suit straight to your location since his promise to you made it impossible for him to “tell” me the location. Nothing that would not lead one of my suits straight to you, however. You should really make ironcd promises to beings based on logical thinking,” Tony’s insufferable voily grated more on her.

  “Look, some new information has e to light. The sceptre is missing from SHIELD’s custody,”

  Her eyes widened as her demeanour ged instantly at the news. If the sceptre was missing, and if it was st seen in SHIELD custody, then it meant that…

  “Yup. HYDRA probably has it. I know you did the whole retirement thing and the wovers are still after you for the murder of the World Security cil but as soon as it was revealed that most of the WSC was HYDRA, the President himself would probably give you a pardon.”

  “Really, Tony? You wao e ba a “maybe”? That too from a seasoned politi?” She scoffed as she looked around and realised that they were filmed and probably live streamed for the world to see.

  “I’ll send a patible suit in the evening to e pick you up. Pack light,” She covered her eyes as the suit rocketed into the air. She snatched the towel that fell from the sky and covered her head with it. She took a look at the steadily approag croromptly raced out of the area on her scooter, lest she get mobbed to death by some rabid fans.

  _____xx____

  –Jack Sullivan–

  He had a meeting with the POTUS in two days. He had a problem when he finally decided to have the meeting because he didn’t know whom to tact for the same. His go to tact before was Fury but sihat was clearly not an option, with Fury having gone underground, he had resorted to tag the NYPD issioner who was just exhausted with the ordeal as he had to tact his superior to tact his superior to tact his superior, and so on and so forth, right up until they reached the White House.

  It was a very brisque call where he was given a possible schedule when he could enter and he was also very politely requested not to open a portal straight to the White House as that might make the people in power very nervous.

  Now, he was a little but fused at first because almost the entire world knew by now that he could open portals, seemingly without any limitation to the distance covered but apparently, the Politis would lose their shit if he opened one up in front of them.

  heless, he agreed and thus, he had to reach Washington D less than 50 hours.

  He had firmed that Pops was fine and after doing a routine fly-by of all the gang areas and suffitly warning them against open warfare in the civilian areas, he was reasonably certain that Pops would be safe. He would meet him ohe heat had died down.

  When he had awoken from the heavenly nap in the spaceship, the first thing he had noticed was that it was cold, well–he had told the puter to do so, so it was fair, but it was unreasonably cold. For him to feel eant that the temperatures were in the single digits or even sub zero.

  The sed thiiced was that it had been over 4 hours since he had slept, the handy arm built into the ship inf him. Now, 4 hours for a normal person would not mean much but for someone like him, 4 hours was equivalent to being out cold for a day.

  He was just more mentally exhausted than he had thought.

  It was almost the end of 2014 and aside from the whole SHIELD fiasco, he didn’t remember anything else of note happening in the year. So, that meant that at least for the remaining 2 months, he could sort of chill.

  Take Pops out on a few trips. Help New Yo to Wakanda and pn for their eventual introdu to the wider world.

  Also, he still had the issue of those carriers up in orbit, to resolve before they could be handed over to any ency. He also had to broach the subject of SWORD or some ency to the President.

  Now, where did he get those heavenly subs from? He khe truck’s looks and the person but the food truck had apparently moved i two years that he had spent in space.

  So, he did what everyoh superpowers should do: Make their own lives infinitely easier.

  Now, he could have searched around on his own but what were his powers for then? His fiwitched as he flew by the Aveower as a flood of green surrounded him before hundreds of observatory barriers flew throughout the streets of New York, starting with the areas surrounding the inal location of the truck.

  He still didn’t know how to effectively hahe carriers, aside from just giving their custody to the SHIELD like anisation that would e up. But how would one go about preventing another SHIELDRA like situation, not just in terms of infiltration but also in terms of maintaining the moral fabric of the entire anisation?

  Because no matter how it might look for the average Joe, it would have been impossible for nobody to notice the general behaviour and mi of HYDRA’s operatives in SHIELD. If nobody fgged it as odd, then it meant that the general sense in SHIELD was simir enough that it did not raise any big red arms.

  Sihey were not really involved with HYDRA itself, most of SHIELD’s operatives were given the OK to be absorbed by various other US agencies but some of them did end up retiring, or w for private entities, like Maria Hill (Robin Sparkles?) began w for the Avengers on Stark’s payroll as a tact between govers and Avengers.

  He looked to the side as an Iron Man suit roag him. He suspended her sub finding operations and floated mid air.

  “Mr.Sullivan, Mr.Stark has some critiews that he believes would be of io you as well,” Jarvis’ voice filtered out through the suit’s speakers.

  He instantly uood that Jarvis had returo Tony’s side. He didn't uand why he had left anyway. Maybe something to do with avenging him or something, as much as he had heard from Romanoff.

  Let’s see what Tony has to say for critical information. As far as his memories went, there was nothing aside from SHIELDRA’s fall that happened in 2014 but he couldn’t dist any butterflies that his existence might have created.

  “Very well,” He said as he flew to the Aveower. He was also curious as to how Tony had decorated the Aveower. Did each Avenger get his own room or floor? How was Banner doing?

  Was he living with Tony, as was shown in ?

  [To find more, watch the episode o– *Chted tent*]

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  Birnin Zana, Wakanda

  –T’Chal–

  “So this is what you pn on gifting him? The stro human oh? You do realize he doesn’t his to be safe,” He asked his sister incredulously as she showed him the advananite package that she had ied to repce the current gen Bck Panther armour.

  And instead of giving it to her beloved brother, she instead wants to gift that to an…outsider.

  “So what? I asked Father and he was alright with it, as long as I destroyed any Wakandan code present in the suit,” Shuri stuck her to at him, showing real maturity for someone who just ied nanoteology, something that was shown in movies even in Wakanda.

  While Jack Sullivan was an outsider, he was not like other people. He was the saviour of the p and also someone who could ge the world order in mere days. Not even Bruce Bahe Hulk ahis level of influence.

  “Now, when is he ing back? I 't wait to show this to him. Also, this might also give us an opportunity to get cle ss of the Green Guardian. I might even figure out just what makes him s!” Shuri said as she excitedly opened a hologram and began talking in a nguage sn to him that unless he had at least a single doctorate in the specialised field that Shuri had just moved on from, it would only be gibberish for him.

  His sister really made him look like a monkey, something that she never failed to rub in.

  “Don’t get your hopes up. Despite our ret ges, it could be a while before he es to visit. His friend is still in stasis and unless we develop medies powerful enough to e his super soldier physique, we ’t risk exposing him to therapy. I assume even if the Green Guardian did e back, he would talk only to Father, or maybe Me, sidering I am to be King,” Here he looked smugly at Shuri who only showed him the middle finger.

  Rude.

  “--Anyway, as I was saying, he might just talk about work and his friend and then immediately leave. So, my dear sister–” He walked through the hologram and appeared in front of her annoyed face, and flicked her on her forehead.

  “--Your nefarious pn to experiment on your idol might just never e to fruition,”

  He ughed as she just ignored him and turned her ba him.

  Sigh, so much for her genius.

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