Post-credit scene I.

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 Peak VII

The orbital S.W.O.R.D. headquarters.

"What those mothefuckers think they're doing!?" Fury narrows his only eye tracing the two spots to get on the Earth's orbit.

While Maria is busy looking for the spyglass, Carol is on comm. Recently they have found a hull breach. Pieces of space trash, sharp and too small to be detected as the high priority threat, clashed into the lower Peak VII section. Nobody got hurt, and Carol, now missionless, volunteered to fix the hole. She's craving for any job.

Danvers has just finished her work and gained the height of Fury's office to wave to him when they both noticed a strange couple. S.W.O.R.D. received no warnings about orbital activity for the nearest hours. Usually, people do not get into space without protection. And the couple doesn't seem to have any common protection suits.

"I'll check it out."

With a short gesture, her old habit of an ex-combat fighter, Carol disappears. The toolbox is left drifting by itself, the screwdriver seems to become a new danger for the hull of the space station.

A flash of golden fire blinds Fury for long moments, and when little eye floaters leave his sight, Maria is near to pass him the spyglass.

Nick's first impulse to nag at Hill fails as he identifies Victor von Doom. This mothefucker was supposed to stay still in his country and never participate in the world's business. But here is now! Helping that old hundred-year-old brat Barnes get away from justice, makes him a terrorist again... Shit! And of fucking course, Zemo is with him! Wasn't it enough to ruin the Avengers team, ruin the country borders, haunt down the super soldiers, he wanted more!?

Next Fury's impulse finds no exit, Nick's face muscles don't move but get tensed as hell.

Heavy, cold as the void outside the Peak, a drop of sweat crawls down his forehead.

An act of defeat – his lower lip twitches seconds before he's ready to say anything.

"What the–"

...he just saw the Earth disappear.

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