Maybe it had been too much to think that, after the dust had cleared from Loki’s invasion of New York, aliens might have stayed out of the mix. Maybe hoping that the incident in Greenwich had been a one-off had been too much, too. Steve had always imagined a future full of aliens and spaceships and (thanks to Howard) flying cars, but he’d never imagined he’d live to see any of it. But here he is, living in the future, and the future is definitely not as ideal as it had been sold to be.
The planet has been scarred now by multiple insurgences. The coalition of species responsible had come looking for, of all things, food - in the form of living, breathing, red-blooded human beings. Whatever plague had broken out across the galaxy, it had spread like wildfire, and while it had pitted several species and empires against each other, the group that had risen from the fallout had been cohesive enough to come after Earth, in its as-yet-untouched corner of the galaxy, a pristine source of fresh blood, and plenty of it.
Without SHIELD - well, officially - the Avengers had been the first line of defense, but there was only so much a group of people, however powerful, could do. Thor had managed to garner some small amount of reinforcements, but they hadn’t been sanctioned - Asgard hadn’t wanted to get officially involved, so all the troops Thor had brought over the Bifrost had been volunteers, and fewer than they’d really hoped for.
Nonetheless, it had been enough, along with a few other last-ditch efforts, to bring things to an impasse.
And now, with negotiations for the official ceasefire slated to begin, Steve’s finally ready to admit that he’s tired of fighting. He’s ready to help the world find - and keep - peace. It’s why he stepped forward immediately when the Avengers were told that the delegates to Earth would need… well, handlers is the way it was put, but he knows that means bodyguards just as much as it means supervision.
There’s also the part where it means willing blood bank, but hey - his body can replace the blood he’s lost within a couple of hours. So that makes him the perfect candidate, doesn’t it?
The Avengers facility in upstate New York has been cleared of all personnel, and Peter’s already been here for several days. There’s a guard detail patrolling the grounds, but they’re mostly invisible. Peter has the run of the place, as long as he doesn’t leave it - and Steve is, technically, at his disposal.
Nothing happens quickly when it comes to governments, be they Earthly or otherwise, so it’s likely going to be a few more days still before anything gets officially moving. Steve’s just finished his own breakfast when he heads down to the suite of rooms Peter’s been given, knocking when he arrives, waiting politely for a response.
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The planet has been scarred now by multiple insurgences. The coalition of species responsible had come looking for, of all things, food - in the form of living, breathing, red-blooded human beings. Whatever plague had broken out across the galaxy, it had spread like wildfire, and while it had pitted several species and empires against each other, the group that had risen from the fallout had been cohesive enough to come after Earth, in its as-yet-untouched corner of the galaxy, a pristine source of fresh blood, and plenty of it.
Without SHIELD - well, officially - the Avengers had been the first line of defense, but there was only so much a group of people, however powerful, could do. Thor had managed to garner some small amount of reinforcements, but they hadn’t been sanctioned - Asgard hadn’t wanted to get officially involved, so all the troops Thor had brought over the Bifrost had been volunteers, and fewer than they’d really hoped for.
Nonetheless, it had been enough, along with a few other last-ditch efforts, to bring things to an impasse.
And now, with negotiations for the official ceasefire slated to begin, Steve’s finally ready to admit that he’s tired of fighting. He’s ready to help the world find - and keep - peace. It’s why he stepped forward immediately when the Avengers were told that the delegates to Earth would need… well, handlers is the way it was put, but he knows that means bodyguards just as much as it means supervision.
There’s also the part where it means willing blood bank, but hey - his body can replace the blood he’s lost within a couple of hours. So that makes him the perfect candidate, doesn’t it?
The Avengers facility in upstate New York has been cleared of all personnel, and Peter’s already been here for several days. There’s a guard detail patrolling the grounds, but they’re mostly invisible. Peter has the run of the place, as long as he doesn’t leave it - and Steve is, technically, at his disposal.
Nothing happens quickly when it comes to governments, be they Earthly or otherwise, so it’s likely going to be a few more days still before anything gets officially moving. Steve’s just finished his own breakfast when he heads down to the suite of rooms Peter’s been given, knocking when he arrives, waiting politely for a response.