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Steve couldn’t readily explain how he got to where he was, nor why. In fact, there were precious few answers for the soldier, as he stood on a floating island out in the cosmos, the grey and black rock just hovering above a sparkling green and blue nebula. Wind touched his face, and light from a distant sun shone just enough to illuminate his bleak surroundings. 

He wasn’t on Earth, in fact as far as he could tell – he wasn’t anywhere near Earth. Or any other planet, recognizable or otherwise. He was on an island in the middle of literally nowhere. Surrounded by space.

It was one hell of a view, Steve could appreciate that, but it wasn’t one he was supposed to be seeing.

And how was he not dead?

And since when had he been wearing his suit? Crisp dark blue with a white and red midriff. A silver star emblazoned on his chest.

Steve hadn’t worn it since the Avengers had fallen apart.

The bizarre world had little in the ways of obstructing views. What rocks there were, were limited to the border of the island – about the size of a parking lot. It almost looked like an arena, some sort of extradimensional battleground.  

And then Steve spotted someone familiar, a blonde beast of muscle and godly might. He hurried over to him, helping the Asgardian to his feet.

         ❛ these streets have always run red with the blood of the innocent, and i intend to paint it with that of the wicked. how evil can the ‘killer of killers’ really be ? ❜