The roar of powerful engines screams as the pilot gently lands the quinjet vertically to the runway. The engines turn downwards to help ease the jet's descent. The marshallers stand on the landing pad waving two red sticks to direct the pilot and align the jet.
"You are all clear for landing." a voice inside the pilot's helmet said.
The wheels finally touched the runway and the engines eased back and the heavy hum was silenced. The loading door released pressure and began to lower. The engines are still winding down. A group of agents in black all arise from their seats on the jet and make their way down the ramp. In between the group of agents is a tall, well-built man with dark blond hair dressed as a casual civilian.
In the middle of the ocean somewhere off of the country of America, they landed on a massive warship. The runway of the warship carried hundreds of quintets and two long runways that stretched for miles. People with hi-vis jackets are scattered all around the run mat looking very busy and important. Among them are American soldiers running drills.
A red-headed woman is standing directly outside of the landing zone. A tight black suit hugs her curvy form. Her belt buckle regards a strange shape. An almost rectangle with the sides curving inwards. Agent Coulson who is escorting Steve Rogers, approaches the woman.
"Agent Romanoff." greeted Agent Coulson. "Captain Rogers." he introduced the two soldiers.
Steve Rogers nodded his head. "Ma'am." he speaks very formally.
"Hi." the woman replied, broadly. Then she turned to Agent Coulson. "They need you on the Bridge, face time." she informed him.
Agent Coulson gave her a smile. Then turned to Steve Rogers. "See you there." and strode towards the main hull of the ship in a hurry.
Steve Rogers cleared his throat awkwardly, but given the amount of noise on deck, he was sure the pretty woman didn't hear. She looked at him curiously. "There was quite the buzz around here. Finding you in the ice. I thought Coulson was gonna swoon." she said. "Did he ask you to sign his Captain America trading cards yet?" she asked, with a smug smile.
Steve Rogers inclined his head. "Trading cards?" he sounded more confused that HE was on trading cards.
"They're vintage. He's very proud." she smiled, watching Coulson as he disappeared through a set of heavy doors. Agent Romanoff gestured her hand and turned to step with Steve Rogers.
Across the way, Steve Rogers recognises a face he has seen in a photo in the debrief he received before arriving on this warship. And he must say, it's the most impressive thing he has seen in his life.
Doctor Bruce Banner is a middle-aged man with greying hair and a very nervous look on his face. He seems lost and trying to find his way in a very fast-paced and stressful environment has him... stressed. People are walking around him without notice. He moves around them.
"Doctor Banner." Steve Rogers approached the man and extended his hand to him.
Bruce Banner shook the tall blond man's hand. "Oh yeah, hi." he greeted, speaking softly. "They told me you'd be coming."
"Word is you can find the cube." Steve said to him. Steve Rogers has had a history with the Tesseract. He fought for his country, against Red Face, and was the man who sacrificed himself to dump the cube into the ocean.
Here he is again, alive, 70 years later and still fighting against the thing he sought to destroy.
Bruce replied, "Is that the only word about me?"
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The Old Gods | Book 2
FanfictionThe realms are changing. Times are changing. The gods have been around for a very long time and they have been watching. Waiting. There are the gods of Asgard and Vanaheim and for a very long time the humans on Midgard have thought them gone. Until...
