"My Lord, Thanos has just succeeded in his mission. What will you do?" A man stands at the top of a short staircase. Another man kneels before him.
"Stand. I will go down to earth myself." The man at the top of the stairs said, his voice echoing through the chambers. The other man stood, but still had half of his body bent down in a bow. The first scowled more.
"My friend, how many times have I told you not to bow to me? Don't answer that." He walked down the steps as the servant rose. "Have you sent Fury a message back? Or was he included in those who... fell?"
"He was included."
"Then send me now. Begin procedures." He grimaced.
"Are you sure, my friend? It may be painful."
"My body is covered in seventy-five percent scar tissue. I think I can handle some pain," His grimace dissipated as he sat on a small wooden chair, "Now. Begin procedures."