Sloan Rogers was the fraternal twin brother of Steve Rogers. But unlike his brother, he was born different, a mutant.
While growing up, he had to watch as his brother suffered with his health and size. Meanwhile, Sloan was in perfect shape, and more...
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Like a river flows
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Natasha quietly watches the skies. Thunder coming out of nowhere.
Fury speaks over her headset. "Said anything?" Fury ask "Not a word." Natasha says "Just get him here. We're low on time." Fury says
Sloan approaches her side, watching the sky with her. "You look good, Nat." Sloan whispers
Natasha scoffs after turning her headset, eyes trailing up to Sloan. "Don't." She says "the last time I saw you, you were playing Stark. I would love to hear all about that. Seems you guys are all buddy buddy now." Sloan says
The red head laughs. "Stark is no buddy of mine, too big of an ego, just like you." Natasha says, making Sloan smirk.
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With Loki tied up and cuffed to his seat, Tony and Steve watch from a distance, whispering.
"I don't like it." Steve says
"What? Rock of Ages giving up so easily?" Tony ask "I don't remember it being ever that easy. This guy packs a wallop." Steve says "Still, you are pretty spry, for an older fellow. What's your thing? Pilates?" Tony ask
"What?" Steve ask
"It's like calisthenics. You might have missed a couple things, you know, doing time as a Capsicle." Tony says.
Steve looks at Tony, finally meeting his ego match.
"Fury didn't tell me he was calling you in." Steve ask "Yeah, there's a lot of things Fury doesn't tell you." Tony says, his eyes trailing up to Sloan, who chatted idly with Natasha. His eyes narrow.
Thunder and lightning nearly hit the jet, making it shake violently. "Where's this coming from?" Natasha asks, pulling her from her conversation with Sloan.
Thunder rumbles overhead. Loki stares out the window intently.
"What's the matter? Scared of a little lightning?" Steve ask "I'm not overly fond of what follows." Loki says
Sloan pulls away from Nat, walking closer to a Loki, eyes lowering to him. Loki looks up, meeting his gaze. "Thor." He hums, he heard about him, saw him cause havoc down in New Mexico.
This won't be pretty.
Loki leans back, he'll let him battle this one out.
Outside, a blinding light hits the jet. Not a light. A King. The mighty Thor.
Thor opens the ramp, eyes bright and filled with electricity. Before Thor can grab onto Loki, Sloan lunges forward, grabbing onto Thor's shadow and using it to punch the god out of the jet.
Sloan watches as he tumbled out, hearing a loud roar of anger, before he's tackled to the floor. Thor rages down at him, slamming his fist into his cheek, over and over again, causing Sloan to grunt.
