This is a repost, since there were some issues with the last post I made for some reason. People couldn't find it, so I'm trying again.

This is a collab with Alatar Maia, since we left some unanswered questions in Four Aren't Better Than One when it came to Gabriel's past as Loki and some important characters. Given his nature now, it didn't seem right he'd leave it like that, so we did something for it.

Alatar Maia is amazing when it comes to Norse mythology and lore, so she handled all of that stuff.

It's finished and ready to post, so updates will be twice a week on Mondays and either Thursday/Friday. We haven't yet decided which day, and we haven't yet figured out how many chapters. Once this story's done, guess what's going up next?

Summary: One didn't live for as long as he did without racking up a lot of regrets, most of which went ignored. But after being split into four, Gabriel finds some regrets are harder to ignore than others. It's just as well that they're relatively easy to solve.

The Last Archangel: Unspoken Regrets

Chapter 1

"Alright, you've been in here for like three days straight. What's wrong?"

"Nothing's wrong."

Rhodey snorted. "Yeah, look me in the eye and say that."

Tony did. "Absolutely nothing's wrong."

"I call bullshit," Rhodey accused him. "It doesn't matter how old you are, you've still got that tell."

Tony said nothing, eyes narrowing slightly. No matter how much he'd tried to get Rhodey to tell him, the man never had revealed what tell told him that Tony was lying, claiming he needed some way of knowing when Tony was lying through his teeth.

"And I know you're not mad at me," Rhodey added, looking completely unimpressed.

Tony wasn't annoyed, but that didn't mean he felt comfortable about this. "I've been in here longer than three days before," he said instead. "It's not like I need to eat or sleep."

"You're hiding," Rhodey said. "Or maybe just avoiding us. Point is, you've been down here for a while, which means something's wrong."

"No, it doesn't."

"It always does. Something goes wrong, and you console yourself in your lab." Rhodey slid onto the bench with his back to the table. "Seriously. What's on your mind?"

Hesitant, Tony looked down. It wasn't like his past was a secret anymore. The team had some idea of what had happened, even if he hadn't told them everything. The topic was one that he still didn't want to share, but it was something that was bothering him more with every day because he just couldn't let it go.

He'd been able to do it before, but now…

"You're making a face," Rhodey said. "I'm pretty sure that's your 'something's wrong' face. Seriously, Tones. You can't keep this stuff to yourself all the time."

Rhodey did sound honestly worried for him.

And Tony was tired of running around in circles with no answer. He thought he knew what he should do, but was it the smart thing?

"It's not something I like talking about," Tony said finally, meeting Rhodey's eyes.

"You don't like talking about anything personal." Rhodey seemed to realize his attempt at a joke fell flat. "Okay, not a funny thing. Is this about..." He made a few vague gestures. "The Doom thing?"

Tony copied the gestures, unable to restrain a small smirk at the face Rhodey pulled. "Really eloquent, platypus."

"You're changing the subject." Rhodey waggled a finger at him. "Quit it." He pulled his finger back before Tony could do anything to it. "And that's my question answered."

Seeing that Rhodey really wasn't going to let this drop, Tony sighed, letting his head fall back. "You remember Loki being upset about Baldur?"

"If you're going to tell me that Baldur is human now and has a personal vendetta against you, I've seriously got to question your Dad's sense of humor."

"That'd be nice," Tony said, "but no. It's about what happened before that led up to the Baldur thing."

"The…oh." Rhodey drew back slightly. "You mean…whatever Odin did that pissed you off."

"Yeah…" Tony sighed again, ran his hands over his face, and then straightened. "As Loki, I adopted some kids." Bluntness seemed like the best option.

"Seriously?"

"You don't have to sound that surprised."

"Huh." Rhodey was quiet for a moment. "Well, this explains why you're so good with the bots."

"The ones I'm talking about weren't that little." Tony reconsidered. "Not by the time I met them, anyway. And you didn't see me after the bots first got their bodies." It had been so incredibly awkward, Tony trying to find his footing around beings he had accidentally Created and the bots feeling out the new boundaries that the change established.

"What kinda kids are we talking about, here?" Rhodey asked. "Because all I know about mythology is the Greeks, so I don't know if you mean other people's demigods—"

"The Greeks were basically the only ones who had that many," Tony told him, grinning. "Not many others really saw the lure of getting down and dirty with humans."

"You still haven't answered the question," Rhodey pointed out.

Tony looked down at his hands. "They were the ones everyone was scared of," he said eventually. "The ones no one wanted to touch. They were…alone." His eyes went back to Rhodey, smiling ruefully. "I got attached. The gods started talking, and soon everyone assumed I'd had some relations with someone – or a horse"—Rhodey made a noise that could have been him choking on something—"and I just let it go." He still didn't know where they'd gotten the horse story. "Everything was fine…" He drifted off, remembering what had happened when the prophecy had been given. "And then it wasn't."

"Odin?"

"He went after mine, so I went after his." Gabriel's voice was dark. "By that point I couldn't do much, not without getting an entire pantheon and Heaven on my head."

"But you went after Baldur," Rhodey said.

"Him, not Odin," Gabriel replied. "But I couldn't do anything for them. Not the four of them." He sighed. "I got back at Odin, but…"

He could see the moment Rhodey understood. "You couldn't undo what he'd done."

"Not unless I wanted to out myself." Gabriel snorted. "Not like being so careful about it did much good."

"What's that supposed to mean?" Rhodey shifted, turning to face Gabriel more fully.

"I demoted myself to trickster after that," Gabriel said, lifting one shoulder in a one-sided shrug. "And then I died. It's…been a long time since I've thought about them."

"Okay, wait." Rhodey held up a hand. "You adopted kids, and they're still wherever Odin left them? And then you just bailed on being Loki? When was the last time you saw them?"

Gabriel rubbed his forehead, eyes closing. "Before." Before Odin had done what he had.

"Really helpful," Rhodey scoffed. "This is what's been eating you?"

"All my memories of being Loki got dug up again." After the "Doom thing," as Rhodey had called it. "For him – or that part of me, that was the most recent thing."

"And now you can't stop thinking about it." Rhodey leaned back against the closest stable thing – a table – looking weary. "Let me guess…you don't know what to do?"

"I could've seen them," Gabriel said. "Or tried to, I don't know. There was so much else going on…" He shuddered briefly, pressing his fingers into his forehead. "They might not even want to see me anymore." He didn't know whether the revelation of him being Gabriel had made it to any of them, and he wasn't sure if he wanted to know.

"Is that what you're confused about? Whether you should go and see if you can get them?" Rhodey sounded just a bit bewildered. "I mean…I get not remembering at the time considering all the other shit that went down, but you can do it now, can't you?"

Archangel or not, walking back into that world was like wading into the Amazon River and hoping not to get bitten. "It's not that simple."

"Why not? You're the one who masqueraded as a god. It can't be that hard to keep going." Rhodey shrugged. "Even if you haven't been one for a while."

"I can't." It came out sharper than Gabriel intended. He hesitated before explaining. "Last time I was around gods…my whole 'god' cover got blown wide open."

Rhodey's eyebrows flew up. "Okay…how did that happen?"

"Kali figured it out and decided to make an announcement." Gabriel still didn't know how she'd guessed. He might have opened up a little too much during one of the times they'd had sex; restraining himself to the levels of a god had always been difficult when doing it. "There happened to be a lot of other gods there at the time." And even though they were all dead now thanks to Lucifer, the wings Gabriel's death had to have left behind would have been an instant sign to any god investigating the hotel. Even if they didn't know which angel had been masquerading as Loki, they'd still know it was an angel.

"And gods don't like angels," Rhodey said. "I remember that much." He shook his head. "But you're still leagues ahead of them. How is them knowing who you are an issue?"

"Look at it this way," Gabriel said. "Piranhas aren't much of a threat to you individually. You're bigger, stronger, and you can stomp on them without a problem. But if you decide to go and take a swim in their territory, it doesn't really matter how big you are."

Rhodey took a moment to respond, eyes falling shut. "Now I can't get the image of a bunch of gods nibbling at you out of my head. Thanks."

Gabriel inclined his head, grinning briefly. "It gets the point across."

"Except for the fact that humans can die of blood loss, and you're more likely to go take a swim and then come out without a scratch and say it was a nice exfoliating experience." Rhodey eyed Tony. "Besides, as you've mentioned before, it's not like they know what you look like now. You had a different vessel back then, didn't you?"

"Physical appearance isn't all of how we see each other," Gabriel said. "Gods are more physically grounded than angels are, but they can still sense energy. I had to bury my Grace pretty deep back then under pagan magic to make sure none of them spotted it. No matter what I look like now, they'd still be able to see my Grace." Back then it had helped that his vessel was an actual pagan god, but he didn't have that protection now - and trying to use it would be pointless even if he did.

"But you're not just an angel now," Rhodey reminded him.

"If you think gods hate angels, they think humans are a delicacy." Quite a few of them, at least. "Me pretending to be human would be even worse. They'd try to eat me."

Rhodey seemed to take a moment to picture that happening, making a face. "Then that's a no?"

"Definitely a no."

Sighing, Rhodey uncrossed his arms, rubbed his hands over his face, and then crossed them again. "So, going back to the analogy of them being bloodthirsty piranhas and you being a – I don't know – a turtle, maybe – an immortal turtle"—he gave Gabriel a look that told him not to say anything in response to this—"I don't see the issue with you going there as yourself and trying to find your kids. If there's a problem, you can take care of it. From what I understand, you've gone incognito long enough that you can do it again for a little bit longer. Wouldn't a little danger be worth it if you get answers?"

That had been the answer Gabriel kept getting when he'd asked himself that question, but as much as he wanted to get them out and make sure they were all right, he didn't want to know if they were upset with him. He didn't want them to reject him for not being who he'd been pretending to be.

"You gonna answer me out loud, or just brood over it?" Rhodey pressed. "C'mon, I'm serious. I'll come with you to make sure it goes okay."

Gabriel's head snapped up. "Like hell you are."

"Like hell I am," Rhodey retorted, unmoving. "If I let you go alone, you'll just stand around looking pretty and mopey and not do anything."

"I—"

"Lie," Rhodey interrupted him, giving him a look. "You want to reconnect with your kids and make sure they're okay? I'm coming with you as honorary uncle."

Gabriel stared at him, sensing nothing but pure stubbornness radiating from his best friend. Trying to reason with Rhodey would be akin to ramming his head against a brick wall, and he had better things to do with his time. "Fine," he said finally, resigned. "But if you go up to a random god and start trying to 'reconnect' us, we're both dead."

Rhodey made a dismissive noise. "What do you think you're there for? You're pretty, Tones, but not that pretty."

"If I end up having to bring you back from the dead, I'm taking you straight back here."

"Unless Rhodey has a death wish, I don't see how that's possible," Natasha said dryly from the entrance of the workshop, looking at both of them curiously. "What have you got in mind now, boys?"

"Road trip!" Rhodey said before Gabriel could lie. "Tony's taking me to see his adopted kids from a previous life. There are quite possibly going to be piranhas involved."

"That metaphor has gone too far," Gabriel told him. "Stop comparing the gods to piranhas."

To her credit, Natasha only raised her eyebrows, but Gabriel could sense her surprise.

"You started it," Rhodey reminded him.

"This has to do with Baldur, I assume?" Natasha asked after a moment. "You said the myths were more accurate over there than here…" She smirked. "Was it at least a good looking horse?"

"Why is that always the first one everyone thinks of?" Gabriel groaned. "Only some of them are true. There was never a horse! I don't even know where Sleipnir came from in the first place."

"Look, it's an eight-legged horse said to be Loki's kid," Rhodey said. "Forgive us for being curious."

"You said adopted?" Natasha asked, saving Gabriel from having to gripe about how dirty humans could be.

"It's not like I could actually have kids." Not after the disaster the Nephilim made. "Being an angel and not technically a god. Kind of forbidden. The last thing I needed was to attract attention from Upstairs."

Natasha nodded. "So you adopted some gods. And now you want to visit them?" There was another unvoiced question that Gabriel could sense hanging in the air. After what Odin did?

"I…" Gabriel glanced at Rhodey. "I want to get them out."

Natasha made a thoughtful noise. "If this involves you jumping universes again and being out of touch, we might want to run it past the others."

Gabriel just knew he was going to regret this.

"So," Tony started, "there's something you should know."

"You're leaving again?" You guessed with remarkable accuracy.

Or not so remarkable, considering he had the feed of the lab open on his StarkPad.

"One of these days you're going to see something you don't want to," Tony said, sighing.

"Too late," Sam muttered, ducking her head down between her shoulders. She was wearing one of Butterfingers's old dresses and some ratty sneakers that looked like they were covered with grease.

Tony looked at her briefly before deciding he probably didn't want to know how she'd gotten them so dirty. "I'll be back sooner this time," he promised.

"You weren't supposed to leave," Dummy said accusingly.

"I know, but…" Tony glanced again at the StarkPad. "How much did you hear?"

"We've got other siblings," Butterfingers said plainly, "and you want to go find them."

"So pretty much everything, then." Tony sat down in front of them, crossing his legs in the Lotus position. "I can promise that nothing really bad is going to happen this time."

"Can you really make that promise?" Dummy sounded highly skeptical, brow furrowed. "You've said that you can't see everything."

"And the future's ever-changing," Butterfingers added. "That's why you can't predict lottery numbers."

"I don't tell you guys what the winning numbers are because we don't need to win the lottery," Tony said. "And I'm not sure I want to know what you would do with it. But this isn't going to be as dangerous as last time I went to that universe."

"They're gods," Dummy said. "And it sounded like you didn't really get along."

"Gods don't really get along with anyone," Tony assured him. "It's practically in the job description. Besides, they're not angels."

"That doesn't mean they're not dangerous," Butterfingers said.

"Some of them are destructive forces," You pointed out, browsing something on his StarkPad that looked like some really inaccurate pictures of Kali and Shiva.

"Do I look like a breeze to you?" Tony asked dryly. "It'll be all right. I've been undercover before."

"But they know," Sam said, peering up at him. "You said that."

"And I know them." Tony reached out to ruffle her hair, smiling at her. "They don't know me; not really."

His kids were looking at him with eyes that told Tony they knew he was full of bullshit but didn't really want to call him on it.

Tony appreciated it.

"So, how old are they?" Butterfingers eventually settled on asking.

"Well…" Tony scratched the back of his head, considering the question. Technically speaking, they should have been adults now, but whatever Odin had done would have arrested the aging process.

"You don't know, do you?" Dummy said when he didn't answer.

"I know how old they are," Tony defended himself. "Roughly. Knowing their exact age would mean I knew when they were born." And seeing as where gods even came from was still a mystery, mostly, he doubted he'd find out. He wasn't even entirely certain how old he was.

"They're still kids?" Sam had her head tilted to the side.

"Ish?" Tony shrugged. "More like teenagers." He was fairly sure of that, at least.

"You didn't have the terrible twos," You said eventually, "so now you have teenagers to worry about."

"You are kidding me, right? You guys had that phase." Dummy still hadn't grown out of his terrible twos phase before Tony gave him his body. Besides, gods were recalcitrant enough that Tony felt confident he could deal with teenagers. Even if he was sort of their parent.

"Well, we didn't have humanoid bodies at that point," Butterfingers pointed out. "We just threw stuff. And sprayed you with the fire extinguisher. It's not like we threw tantrums."

"You had the robotic equivalent of sulking fits," Tony reminded her. "Which was basically just sulking."

When the others didn't say anything in their defense, Sam eventually offered hesitantly, "You probably did something bad."

"As if." Tony grinned brightly. "More like Dummy over there tried poisoning me with motor oil in my coffee and Butterfingers almost dropped a car on my head. You just set fire to the workshop."

"No one told me it was flammable!" You protested.

"The motor oil can looked awfully like the coffee," Dummy admitted reluctantly. "My camera wasn't very good."

Butterfingers just wrinkled her nose, staring imperiously at Tony. "You didn't design my grip very well. I couldn't hold onto the bumper like that."

"I made you two before I was twenty. I may be a genius by human standards, but I'm not perfect."

"So it wasn't really our fault we kept messing up," Butterfingers insisted. "And yet you kept scolding us."

"In the vain, vain hope that you would eventually learn that the motor oil can was nowhere near the coffee machine and that you should never ever take a blowtorch near an oil spill." Tony tweaked Butterfingers's nose before she could argue further, grinning as she went cross-eyed. "We good?"

"You're going to come back, right?" Dummy scooted closer to him, wrapping his hands around Tony's arm.

"I promised you before," Tony said gently, "I'll always be here with you."

"That was a cop-out last time," Butterfingers accused him. "We can't see your spirit!"

"Then I'll give you the more solid promise that I will definitely be coming back," Tony said. "I mean it."

His kids digested this promise for a few seconds before Sam spoke again. "Are you going to bring someone else back with you like me?"

There was no one quite like Sam, but Tony wasn't anywhere near prepared to broach that topic with her, even if she knew that she didn't come from here. "No promises on that," he said instead.

"So, when are you leaving?" Dummy asked.

"Just as soon as I can make sure we've got things sorted out," Tony said, pressing his lips briefly to Dummy's head. "C'mon. Let's go see who's going to finagle their way onto this mission aside from Rhodey."

"No, you're not coming," Gabriel told Gadreel for the fifth time. "You scream angel to anyone looking. That's not going to help."

"You are also an angel," Gadreel pointed out.

"And I've been a god and a trickster and a human. I can be something else that they won't notice."

"I would like to come," Jarvis said, though his tone was resigned.

"J…" Gabriel sighed, resting a hand on his shoulder. "If someone tries to do something to you, it's not going to be pretty. I'd rather not risk that happening. Besides, I need someone to run the suit."

Jarvis set his jaw. "I can do it remotely."

"Then for the sake of my heart, please stay here where no gods or curious angels and demons wanting a morsel of your unfamiliar soul are waiting." It had been far too close a call with Jehoel for Gabriel to want to go through that again.

Jarvis visibly hesitated. "I just wish to—"

"I know, you want to be there to make sure I'm safe," Gabriel finished. "It's not gonna be like last time. The only archangels there are Raphael and Castiel, and we're not dealing with Heaven this time around. I promise nothing's going to happen. I'm apparently a turtle."

"I thought we said that metaphor was dead," Rhodey complained.

"Rhodey, you compared me to an immortal turtle. I'm not letting that one go."

"Turtles do live pretty long lives," Steve pointed out. "Immortal isn't that far off."

"Why are you going along with this?" Peggy asked, shooting Steve a pained look. "This isn't helping."

Steve just shrugged in response. "It's not a bad comparison, is all I'm saying. But turtle or not, I'd feel more comfortable if you had someone else going with you."

"I am," Rhodey said.

"You're only one person," Peggy pointed out. "I agree with Steve."

"A big group isn't a great idea," Gabriel said. "The idea is to not attract attention. And you guys are all human."

"Right." James tilted his head. "I remember you saying something about gods eating us for breakfast."

"And all the other main meals, but yes."

"If the idea is not to attract attention, you need someone who can slip under the radar," Natasha said.

"While I'd usually be all for traveling and seeing new sights and possibly extorting embarrassing stories out of Tony's old family, the cannibalistic gods are putting me off," Clint said, putting his hands up. "I'm out."

"It's technically only cannibalizing if they're eating their own species—"

"I don't think we need to talk about technicalities." Rhodey cut him off. "And now you sound like you're making excuses for them."

Gabriel made a face, then turned to the others. "No more than three," he said finally. "If things go pear-shaped – and they probably will considering my luck – I need to be sure I can get us out."

"A Hulk isn't very subtle either," Bruce said, smiling resignedly. "Maybe another time when we're not trying to hide from evil gods."

"You're not going," Peggy told Steve. "You're many things, but subtle is not one of them."

Steve looked disappointed for all of a second before nodding. "If we're going subtle and Clint's not going, that really just leaves you two." He looked between James and Natasha.

"The smaller the group, the better," Gabriel said. "I'm fine with just Rhodey—"

"I'd feel more comfortable if you had more backup," Steve said.

"You do realize that I'm not human, right? Any backup I have is just going to slow me down. Rhodey's just going because he can't take a no."

"And because you know you won't do a thing without me kicking your ass," Rhodey said.

"If you're not human, you should find it all the easier to make sure we're all right," Natasha said, taking Gabriel by surprise. "This should be entertaining."

James exhaled loudly. "Well, if you're going, then I'm coming with."

Gabriel looked at them, confused. "You…want to come?"

"I've always loved traveling," Natasha said, the words half-truthful.

"I'm just going with her," James said bluntly.

"Is this because you stayed behind last time?" Gabriel asked.

"Partly," Natasha admitted. "I know crossing universes is hardly the kind of travel I'm used to. You don't have to warn us about the dangers. Or do everything alone just because you think you have to."

"Personally," James said, "I think this other universe can hardly be more dangerous than this one."

"You'd be surprised," Gabriel told him. "Some of the things there can be pretty nasty."

"I thought protection was what we had you for."

"That's what I said." Rhodey spoke up. "And there's Sam and Dean, right? Those guys fight monsters all the time."

"Yeah, but they're only human." Never mind they had gone up against beings other humans would run away from, this was one thing Gabriel wouldn't be entrusting to them. For hunters, stabbing always came before asking questions. "At any rate, this has to be handled delicately, and those two are the opposite of delicate."

"When were you planning on going?" Peggy asked. "I assume you didn't call us here seconds before the actual journey just so we didn't wonder where you'd gone."

"Not right away—"

"I don't think it's something we should put off, though," Rhodey said. He was giving Gabriel a look. "Seriously. From what you said, I get the feeling it's already been a while since you've seen these guys."

Gabriel looked down at his feet. "It's…been a really long time, even for gods."

"Loki said that the last century he remembered was the fifteenth," Natasha said. "And since you claim you left soon after it happened…"

"Six hundred years?" Bruce's eyebrows had disappeared into his hair.

When Gabriel didn't answer, Rhodey nodded curtly and said, "So, the sooner the better, then. Let's give Pepper the news so she's updated."

After warning them not to bring any guns since the only thing bullets would do was annoy any gods they'd shoot at, Gabriel made sure they were all as prepared as they could be for the journey.

Rhodey still had several days before he was due to report back, and Gabriel wasn't worried about this taking as long as last time.

That didn't mean he wasn't worried, though.

He hadn't seen any of them in ages; he had no idea how they'd react to seeing him again, or how their various situations might have changed them. Fenris in particular…

Gabriel didn't know what he might be walking into.

"Don't be so worried," Rhodey said softly, bumping shoulders with him. "It'll work out."

Giving Rhodey a brief smile, Gabriel nodded, clapped Rhodey's shoulder once, and then told them all to take their positions. "No moving around. Traveling between universes is a little trickier than just going from point A to point B on a map, and I don't want to lose you somewhere in the middle."

"Couldn't you find us again?" Natasha asked, hand pressing momentarily to her ribs where the sigils were inscribed.

"Maaayybeee," Gabriel drawled, "but I can guarantee that the brief period of time between me losing you and then finding you will be very unpleasant. As in, fatally unpleasant. And I'd rather not bring you back from the dead; Death's kind of picky about that."

"Let's avoid dying at all this time, hm?" Steve gave Gabriel a smile that was just a bit too bright to be natural. "And no haring off to keep them safe without talking it over."

"Yes, dear." Gabriel leaned down slightly to press kisses to the bots' heads. "I'll be back soon. Don't give them any gray hairs I wouldn't."

"You do a lot of things that would give people gray hairs," You said.

"Well, I'd hate to forbid you from having any fun while I'm gone."

"Bring back pictures," Butterfingers said insistently. "Or bring them back with you. I like getting more siblings."

"That's their decision," said Gabriel, privately doubting that any of the four they were going to find would want to. "I'll let them know it's an open offer, though."

"Is this going to become a thing?" Clint asked. "You occasionally leave and then come back with more family members?"

"I don't have that many kids I could bring back." Gabriel scoffed, straightening.

"It would keep things interesting," Natasha mused, a grin pulling at her mouth. "We'd never know who might show up to stay."

"If I brought back everyone who had the slightest connection to me, I doubt you'd be that thrilled," Gabriel said dryly.

"We've had pretty good luck with who we have now," Bruce said, giving Gadreel and Sam glances.

"I'll be sure to remind you of that once you meet some of my other siblings." He could picture Naomi getting along absolutely fabulously with James and Natasha. The tower would probably explode within a day with the rest of the team joining in.

"If they're all as bad as you, this planet is going to implode," Rhodey said, though his tone was fond.

"Gabriel is unique," Gadreel assured Rhodey, not seeming to realize that this could be interpreted in a negative way.

"There's no one quite like me," Gabriel agreed, giving them all a shit-eating grin.

"I'm thinking we're going to regret this," Natasha said, glancing sidelong at James.

"Probably," James said, sounding completely unconcerned about it.

"It'll be fun," Rhodey said. "At least if we do, it'll have been worth it."

"Glad to see you've all got such faith in me," Gabriel said.

"I'm just saying, man, your track record is really shady with these things."

Gabriel took a moment to consider that before having to concede Rhodey had a point. "All right, fine." He pulled him closer, looping an arm around Rhodey's shoulders and crooking a finger at his other two companions. "Ready to go sight-seeing?"

"It's a shame," Natasha said, stepping closer to him. "I don't have a camera."

"You have your phone," Gabriel said, unimpressed with her wit.

"Please don't get killed because you stopped to take a picture," Steve said, lips twitching slightly. "We'll hold the fort here."

Giving his family and friends one last smile, Gabriel nodded. Then, with a breath, he pushed.

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