"Now I see. The demon is me."
Lisa May Stark is so much more than the child she used to be when she and her father were kidnapped in Afghanistan five years ago. She's Iron Man's daughter, she's the Red Raven, she's, well, you know who she is...
the hammer of the gods we'll drive our ships to new lands to fight the horde, and sing and cry valhalla, i am coming! immigrant song ─── led zeppelin
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new york city october 1, 2016
Now, this is a story all about how my life got flipped, turned upside down, and I'd like to take a minute - just sit right there - I'll tell you how I became the victim of a god called Loki.
(This was not my best work, but we're just going to work with it because I'm short on time and I really just need to sleep).
So, you see, it was just a normal, mellow, average kind of day in New York City as Maria and I walked happily along. The sun was shining, the sky was blue, birds were singing, and sure, there was an occasional mugging on the street corner but hey, it's New York, what do you expect?
All was right with the world.
That was until the cafe I was carelessly striding towards randomly turned into a demolished old folks home and I was suddenly turned around and not where I thought I was a few moments ago.
See, that's where my day turned a little sour.
Strange golden sparks flickered behind me and when I whirled around, I saw nothing but a normal, mellow, average New York street - just not the one I was walking along five seconds before. I spun in a quick and harried circle, eyes widening and heart plummeting to my stomach. People milled all around me none-the-wiser than I literally just walked out of nowhere. And as ai tripped back towards the old folks home, my shoe scraped on a strange little piece of paper below me.
I really wouldn't have been too concerned about some random piece of paper under my feet in a somewhat trashy place like NYC but it was out of place, the rectangular paper being old fancy paper and signed with elegant black scrawl. Confused and cautious, I bent down and picked up the business-looking card only to find it read, '177A Bleecker St'.
Nope. There was something funky about this, and I was not having it. Not today. No. I was only trying to get out of the city so we could meet the royal air jet and head to Wakanda so Maria and I could just finally relax.
No more familial drama.
No more hidden relatives.
No more murder and theft.
Just... relaxation.
And this was not relaxation!
This was... this was some teleportation, weird science kind of thing.
Was I some kind of magician?
I was on the verge of a panic attack when I just so happened to stumble upon a very familiar big muscley man standing in the middle of the sidewalk not ten feet from me.
