Hope Mikaelson has been wandering Malivore for who knows how long for sure. That all changes when a portal opens up and spits her out in a world not her own. The Tribrid we all love gets roped into saving the world in crisis and over time, starts to...
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"Drop to 2600, heading 0-3-0." Captain ordered Sam Wilson, also known by his superhero alter ego as Falcon. This place we were headed was apparently some super secret, high tech country.
"I hope you're right about this." Sam said, proceeding with the task. "Or we're gonna land a lot faster than you want to."
I watched out the window as we started angling downward, straight for a wall of trees and forest. But as we would've crashed into them, we passed through a sort of barrier, and the forest was replaced with a large and amazing city, just past the waters.
We soon landed, and the back of the jet opened, revealing many people that looked like they were from ancient royalty. I followed the group out of the jet, hanging closer to Banner, who was more or less the only one I was even remotely comfortable with.
"Should we bow?" He asked Rhodes as he pulled his jacket on. I don't know why. I haven't even gotten out and I can already tell it's hot here.
Rhodes looked at Banner. "Yeah, he's a king." I knitted my brows together, looking to the man as as we approached the king and what I'm guessing were his guards. Rhodes only sent me a wink, making a flicker of smile appear on my face before turning back to face the group of Wakandans.
"Seems like I'm always thanking you for something." Cap said as he shook hands with the king. Banner then cleared his throat, bowing.
"What are you doing?" Rhodes asked immediately.
"Uh, we don't do that here." The king informed him, making the man send a glare to Rhodes as we continued walking.
"So how big of an assault should we expect?" He asked, leading us forwards.
"Uh, sir, I think you should expect quite a big assault." Banner responded, desperately trying to make sure that he understood the severity of this war compared to all others.
"How we looking?" Nat questioned.
"You will have my Kingsguard, the Border Tribe, the Dora Milaje, and..." he trailed off, gesturing to an approaching man. His arm, his left one, was made of metal, and seemed to react perfectly with his nerves as if it were real.
"And a semi-stable 100 year old man." He finished, smiling as Cap walked up, both of them pulling each other into an embrace.
