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Just a warning but I will be taking a little creative license with the historical element of the story. But of course, I will try to stay as close to historically accurate as I can. This is my first Avengers fanfic, so please be patient. I am still developing the plot lines I plan, but I open to suggestions.

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Part 3

He was neither tall nor short. His most extraordinary feature was his mind. He was wiry and slight in build. His strength came from the inside, a ball of anger curdling in his stomach. He tried to ignore it but it demanded to be felt. He was ill at ease with himself, always meditating and trying to keep calm. Other men would have killed to have what he had, but he couldn't stand himself.

He stared at the door with resolve, yet his nerves were tangled. God, he hated himself at times. He grabbed his top hat. He wasn't the most fashionable man but he tried. His suit was fashionable, if not a little bland in color. His oxford shoes were very au-current, though.

He exited; his nerves fragile. His eyes darted up and down the street. Walking to work and from work had become an incredibly hard and trying event for him since the incident. He clutched his walking cane with a tight grip. He had always been uncomfortable around people and in groups, before. But now, it was even worse. He only felt at ease in his home and his lab.

He looked up, perturbed by a sudden jolt. There in front of him, as clear as day, he saw a man dip his hand into the purse of some poor woman. No one else seem to notice or they just didn't care. For all his imperfections, he had a soft heart and couldn't stand the idea that the thief would get away.

"Hey, you! Stop!" He yelled drawing the attention of the crowd towards the thief. The man looked up, alarmed. His blue eyes flashed before he jolted off. He, too, sprang forward, intent of catching the man and returning the wallet. The act wasn't entirely coming from the goodness of his heart, a small part of him needed to make up for his cowardliness since the accident. He sprinted after the thief, his stature giving him an advantage as he slipped through the crowd. He followed the thief as he zigged and zagged.

"Watch out, you crazy fool!" A man yelled from his Model T as he darted out in front of the car, still in pursuit of the thief. He waved his hand in apology and continued his hot pursuit.

"Sorry! My apologies, Madame. Excuse me!" He muttered in repeat as he squeezed through the crowd. At several points he almost lost the thief but he was a persistent person. He followed the man down a dark alley. It was a dead end. The man in the dapper coat had disappeared. He looked around but the man wasn't there. Where could he have gone?

"Hello, Chap," He spun when he heard the voice. The thief stepped out of the shadows with a revolver pointed towards him. The man stared at him sweat beading on his forehead, under his blond hair.

"It's nothing personal. I just can't let you go since you've seen my face when I committed a crime. It's either me or you, and of course I am going to chose me," the guy gave him a fox-ish grin. The man advanced forward. As the thief advanced, he stepped back until his back was on the wall.

"It's lights out for you," The thief pressed the revolver to his chest. He closed his eyes trying to constrain and reign in his feelings. He knew what would happen next and it didn't include his death. He clutched his chest and his skin started to tingle. The thief took a step back, confused. The thief blurred in his vision. His vision blurred with green. He tried to take deep breaths but there was no going back. In his last moments of consciousness, he wasn't angry. He was sad.

Part 4

He wondered around the streets, taking his time. He looked up at the tall skyscrapers. His favorite was the one the humans called the Chrysler building. The pamphlet he was holding said the building was Art Deco, whatever that was. He had been wondering around the new city of York. His wonder was highly piqued by each thing he saw. It was new and unique to him, entirely different from his home, Asgard.

When he first came to Earth, he had been ignorant and dismissive of people and their culture. He hadn't had a lot of experience with Earth until he met her. She had taught him about respect and human culture. She was lovely and he thought of her often. He wished that he could visit her but he knew that he couldn't. Visiting her would only hurt them both more. She was human and he was, well, a god. He just couldn't bear the idea of losing her and that was inevitable, especially with all those who envied him and wanted to hurt him. He loved her and wasn't about to let anything happen to her, so he stayed away. It hurt but he thought it best.

He had studied Earth from a far, in his Asgardian chambers through an enchanted pool. He had developed a keen curiosity about Earth and her ways. But looking through the pool wasn't at all like being on Earth, at all. He was filled with a strange sense of wonder and curiosity when it came to all Earth things. It was just so different from Asgard. His cloths were very different. He had stashed away a cache of cloths before he left in case he needed to return again, during his first visit. It was weird how they wore layer after layer and it seemed to have no purpose except decoration. It was different but he had to admit he rather liked how he looked in his pinstriped suit and oxford shoes. The bowler hats were a bit odd but who was he to judge. He did miss his cape, though.

He grinned as he sat on one of the benches in front of Central Park. He watched as these box like things cruised by. He gapped at wonder. He bet she would have been able to explain what these were and how they worked, if she was here. She was a scientist of sorts, one who studied the stars. She seemed to know everything. Stop! Stop! Stop! He had to stop thinking about her. He had to! It was better with both of them.

"Sir? What are those things?" He nudged the man next to him. The man was dress nicely, probably a business man. He crinkled his eyebrows.

"Really? That's a Model T made by Ford" The man got up and gave him a weird look, "You must not get out a lot."

He ignored the man, instead picked up the newspaper the man had left behind. He didn't understand it but he loved it. He inhaled its inky smell and read it veraciously. He couldn't stop, everything was new and enthralling.

He could wonder around forever, but he knew he couldn't. He would always have to return home and now was time. He walked through the park of the center. He stopped finally when he found a small grotto like space that hid him from the curious eyes. The world wasn't ready to know what he was and where he came from.

Suddenly, the sky turned from sunny to cloudy, like the flip of a switch. The sky rumbled and the air was thick. Rain fell down in sheets, soaking the land and anyone caught in the cross fire. A single beam of lightning electrified the sky. It connected to the Earth right at his feet. A rainbow broke through the shield of clouds and sucked him up, like a vortex. It was time he returned home.