The room was quiet except for the scratching of pen on paper. A gold nameplate glistened in the sun on the top right corner of the director's desk. Like most of the time, the director wasn't doing anything constructive. He was just sitting at his desk sketching pictures of old memories.
The sudden sound of footsteps startled him out of his concentration. He looked up to a black haired man with blue eyes. Twenty years and not a hint of age showed on his old friend's face. The man's face softened as he looked down at the director's art.
"Still reminiscing, old friend?"
"Everyday, Loki, everyday." The director let out a sigh. After the Avengers first battle, against Loki, they had all become friends. He had apparently gone threw a lot of discipline in Asgard. The day the director's team died Loki had been on Asgard. When he had received the news of what happened he rushed to Earth. He was the first person to reach the director after the blast. "It's been twenty years but not one day goes by that I don't think about them." Another sigh. "You probably didn't come to here me 'reminisce.' So what's the problem?"
"The Man of Iron's final covet to you, Steve." Loki cringed inside remembering how his brother had called Stark the Man of Iron even though he knew that it was wrong. "What plans have you about this new band of protectors?"
The truth? Steve hadn't even thought about the project. For a while, Steve, Peter Parker, and Loki had fought off villains. That had only lasted a year, though because Fury fell ill. He had developed small cell lung cancer. No one knew how or why it formed but it was there. Asgard and Peter did everything they could but the only thing they could do was slow it from spreading. Fury succumbed a week later. Before he died he handed the directors position to Steve. "I haven't given it any thought." Steve said while shrugging. "We haven't needed anything like a new team in years. Things have been… quiet."
"Nothing good shall ever come of something staying quiet." Loki sat down. "View me as an exemplar. I kept my distance from Asgard and now I sit on the throne." He smiled weakly and sighed. "It is most likely for the best that you, once again, have someone to summon when you are in need of assistance."
Steve knew that Loki was right. The only problem was that he didn't want anyone getting hurt. Sure agents got hurt everyday but this was different. The Avengers always had had it worse.
"Director." Steve looked up to the doorway where one of the agents stood. "Sorry to interrupt but Target S is on the move."