A sign of horror twitched through Sif's face. She recalled everything on what had happened back at Dol Guldur. She continued to explain more to Agent Coulson about the Dark Lord Sauron, a being who was the greatest and most trusted servant of Morgoth before and during the First Age. She explained everything about what the Dark Lord planned to do and then pushed forward about the War of the Last Alliance. It was then when Isildur, son of Elendil, slew the Dark Lord and took the One Ring which corrupted him.

Coulson began to understand everything that all connects to what had happened during her mission. Coulson carried a very concern, but worried look on his face. He feared that ever since Thanos met his demise, Sauron might've waited for the exact time to strike, but why?

"So this is what connects to Malekith and Thanos?" Coulson wondered if that was the answer.

"Yes," Sif breathed. "All of New Asgard thought Malekith was destroyed, but he ends up alive, forming the Dark Council, and starting a war against the Nine Realms, Midgard included."

"Malekith paid homage to the Dark Lord, didn't he?" Coulson asked.

"He did," Sif nodded and went on to talk about the Dark Lord. "Sauron had many names during his time before he bent to conquer every world in the universe. Now that he has returned, I fear that he is ready to finish where he left off. To divide and conquer."

"But why hasn't he done that yet?" Coulson asked sharply. "For the last sixty years, no one like you nor Thor, couldn't stop him!"

"Sauron's power was growing when he fled into Mordor!" Sif exclaimed, slamming her fists on the table. "How were we suppose to stop him then?!"

Her act of aggression caused the attention of several customers that turned to see why she reacted. Coulson seemed embarrassed by this now with a slight half-grin on his face.

"Its alright, we're talking about a play, so no need to ask," Coulson said, making up a story to the customers and turns back to Sif. "Best you come to your senses."

"Forgive me, Son of Coul," Sif apologized, regaining her sanity. "I was wrong to burst out like that."

"Its okay," Coulson said. "No need to apologize."

Sif sighed and took a moment to speak. "I would've stopped him. My people would've considered me the Slayer of Sauron, but his power was too great. Odin, Zeus, Saruman, Elrond, and Galadriel tried to stop him, but he fled somewhere in the east of Rhovanion. While Odin and Zeus returned to their worlds, Saruman was left to take charge in hunting the Dark Lord himself, finding ways to put a stop to him."

"What happened when you encountered him?" Coulson asked.

"Instead of killing me, Sauron banished me to Vormir," Sif went on.


Following their defeat, Sif gasped suddenly when she awoke, but then she began to realize that she was surrounded by sand dunes alternating with shallow pools around the base of a large mountain. Out of shock and pure confusion, she realized that she wasn't in the old fortress anymore. She remembered that she was with Gandalf and Thrain when the trio confronted the Necromancer face-to-face, who turned out to be the Dark Lord Sauron in disguise. She saw that neither Gandalf nor Thrain were with her. Sif stands herself up

"Heimdall, open the Bifrost!" Sif called out, raising her spear high up.

"Heimdall, cannot summon you, not from this world," A common voice responded immediately, speaking in an eastern accent.

The voice alerted the Asgardian warrior and drew her weapon in self-defense, shouting in fury. "Show yourself!"

"Please forgive me, where are my manners, welcome to Vormir... Lady Sif, daughter of Brodag," The voice politely welcomed her.

Sif turned around to face a floating figure, who had been hovering above her. The figure kept his face hidden within the shadow of his hood.

"Who are you?" Sif demanded an answer, holding her weapon in defense.

"I am the Stonekeeper," Stonekeeper introduced himself. "Guardian of Vormir and protector of the Soul Stone."

Sif didn't trust the hooded Stonekeeper and began to ask. "How did I get...

"Here," Stonekeeper finished her sentence. "Perhaps you should ask the Nameless Enemy that."

"You know of Sauron?" Sif asked, sounding shocked that the Stonekeeper knew already.

"It is my curse to know every name across the universe," Stonekeeper said. "As I know yours, Lady Sif."

"The Dark Lord overpowered me and my companions," Sif began to recall what had happened.

"And yet here you are alive and well," Stonekeeper added. "Perhaps the Dark Lord decided to spare your life and send you here to walk amongst the dunes... forever. A very painful way to die, don't you think."

"I do not plan to stay here for eternity, Stonekeeper," Sif glared at him. "I will return to Arda and finish where I left off."

"Hmm, and so you will," Stonekeeper chuckled slightly.

"You are the Guardian of this world, tell me how to get back?" Sif demanded.

"You must understand this, should you fail, you shall wait for the next a hundred years from now before the door to K'un-Lun opens," Stonekeeper explained and gave her some instructions when he pointed directly at a mountain peak.

"I am prepared," Sif said, giving a determined look around her face.

"I can see you are," Stonekeeper said. "Go to the cave beyond the mountain side. The door will remain open until sundown. I'm pretty sure our paths will one day cross again."

"We will never meet again, Stonekeeper," Sif scoffed and walked off.

"Farewell... daughter of Asgard," Stonekeeper mockingly replied back as she kept on walking. "The time will come once the Stone of Vormir is reclaimed. The Dark Lord continues to regain his strength. The realms of Arda will fall by his wrath, vengeance, and malice. HYDRA will rule by his side."

Sif didn't know what the word HYDRA meant. For a second, she thought it was creature that paid homage to the Dark Lord, but that wasn't the case. Sif didn't bother to turn back and ask anymore questions to the Stonekeeper, for she fears that the Stonekeeper himself might pay his loyalty to the Dark Lord himself. As the sun was slowly setting, Sif didn't bother to stop running. She leaped across every rock to reach the top of the mountain side. She quickly dashes inside the cave and noticed a strange looking doorway. It was the doorway that would lead her straight into the city of K'un-Lun. Lady Sif hesitated at first, believing that the Stonekeeper was lying to her, however, when she turns to notice the sun beginning to set, Sif quickly enters the doorway and feared what she was about to face on the other side.

Sif opens her eyes and found that once she runs out of a cave, she realized that she was surrounded by snow and rocks. The Stonekeeper had been true to his word, but Sif couldn't bare to trust him. She looks around and tries to see if she could find anyone to help her, but there was no one there. She leapt downwards to see if she could get a better look, but that was when she would prepare for incoming snow storm. After surviving a terrible fall during the storm, Sif walks through a snowy pathway. She keeps on going and going, but had trouble seeing through the windy snow storm that blew right into her face. Despite being an Asgardian, Sif was strong enough not to give up. She had a job to do, return to Arda, and find, and rescue Gandalf and Thrain. As she continued to push her legs even faster, she lost her balance and collapsed on the snow.


For hours, Sif had been lying asleep inside a quite, but warm cave. She slowly opened her eyes and arose immediately to find out where she was. Then, she turned to a figure, all draped and hooded, covering almost his entire face and eyes. The figure had making a fire inside the cave.

"Your lucky that you survived, otherwise you be dead," The Hooded Man said.

"Where am I?" Sif asked, wanting to know where she is. "Is this K'un-Lun?"

"In a dark, dank cave like this, yes you are," The Hooded Man answered, throwing some ashes on the rocky ground.

"Who are you?" Sif demanded.

"I am the Immortal Iron Fist, one of K'un-Lun's greatest weapons, but you can call me Orson... Orson Randall," Orson introduced himself and gripped his hand, which by Sif's surprise, it started to glow silvery light. "But now, I am known as the Silver Fist."

"I've heard so many tales of great champions that wielded the power of the Iron Fist under their command," Sif sounded surprised upon meeting an Iron Fist.

"And I'm surprised to meet a noble Asgardian," Orson said. "I can tell by the look of yourself and yes, I know who you are, but I never met your kin. However, it surprises me already to meet one of you. The people of this city have been allies to Asgard since the dark times."

"Then I suppose you know about Sauron?" Sif wondered if Orson already knew why she was here.

"Yes," Orson nodded. "Master Kung told me stories about the War of the Last Alliance, how an Iron Fist fought alongside the allied races of Arda to confront the Dark Lord. He was very specific and warned me that the Dark Lord would return."

"And now he has," Sif sighed.

"No one in K'un-Lun knows how to defeat him," Orson said. "The Elders believe that something or someone kept him from being killed."

"The One Ring," Sif answered.

"Well if that's true, then we're doomed, or better yet, screwed," Orson said, turning to stare at some writings on the wall. He stares at them and turns back to face Lady Sif. "I really wished you hadn't end up on Vormir, otherwise, you would be waiting the next a hundred years from now, and by that time, the Dark Lord could've achieved his goal; finding the Ring of Power and bringing wrath to the innocent."

"I didn't end up on Vormir on purpose," Sif admitted.

"Then how did you get there?" Orson asked her that.

"Sauron sent me there," Sif explained. "I guess he had no further use for me, so he decided to banish me there for interfering."

"No," Orson said. "He wanted something from you."

"There is nothing that he wanted," Sif hastily said.

"Patience," Orson calmed her. "Patience. Take a deep breath, my lady. Your in K'un-Lun now. So take a moment to say your words."

"I have nothing to else to say right now," Sif decided to say nothing. "If Sauron wanted me dead, then why am I still alive?"

"Was it mercy?" Orson asked.

"Maybe he knew that I would play a big part in trying to stop him," Sif decided to answer the question Randall had said. "Perhaps he thought of different ways to kill me."

Orson believed her words. "Well that's good to know."

"If you are the Iron Fist, then I must ask for your aid," Sif requested.

Orson was silent for a moment and let out a deep sigh. He started to feel a sign of unsatisfactory in his eyes. He then takes something out of his pocket, revealing a picture. The picture showed a younger part of himself, along with his friends Gordon Fitzwilliam Dare, Hugh Fitzwilliam Dare, René Duquesne, and Karl Kaufman.

"I use to be part of a team," Orson recalled. "A great team. We called ourselves the Freedom's Five." He passed the picture over to Sif. "Karl, Gordon, Hugh, and René were best mates during the war. Near the end of the war, my team and I were tracking down an Air Force General named Heinrich von Ronstadt and his lackeys who worked for HYDRA. Right now, we're five to one now. I usually see them once a year, hanging out at the bar, but as for me, I work as a businessman like my father, the founder of the Rand Enterprises."

"So I suppose you won't help?" Sif wonder if that's the case and sighed. "Fine, I'll find some else."

"And who would this someone else be?" Orson asked, rising to his face and stared directly at her. "If you plan to go back, he'll kill you."

"I'm a warrior of Asgard," Sif declared her purpose. "I do not fear the Dark Lord, no matter what form he takes, I will resist."

"Sometimes its hard to resist," Orson said, approaching her. "I never met the Dark Lord. I don't understand his power, but we all know of what he is and what he can do. So tell me, my lady, do you plan to go back alone?"

"Yes," Sif answered with a nod.

"So be it," Orson sighed and gave her a look. "Which is why I'm going to help you?"

"I thought you said you weren't interested in my invitation," Sif said with a slight grin.

"I'm the Immortal Iron Fist," Orson said. "I never turn down an offer, only if its bad one."

"How do we get out of K'un-Lun?" Sif asked.

"The door to Earth will soon open," Orson said. "But for now, I think it would be wise for you to get some rest. We have a long journey ahead."


New York, often referred to locally as the City, is the most densely populated of the five boroughs of New York City and its economic and administrative center, cultural identifier, and historical birthplace. The borough is coextensive with New York County, one of the original counties of the U.S. state of New York. The borough consists mostly of Manhattan Island, bounded by the Hudson, East, and Harlem rivers; several small adjacent islands; and Marble Hill, a small neighborhood now on the U.S. mainland, physically connected to the Bronx and separated from the rest of Manhattan by the Harlem River. Manhattan Island is divided into three informally bounded components, each aligned with the borough's long axis: Lower, Midtown, and Upper Manhattan.

Manhattan has been described as the cultural, financial, media, and entertainment capital of the world, and the borough hosts the United Nations Headquarters. Anchored by Wall Street in the Financial District of Lower Manhattan, New York City has been called both the most economically powerful city and the leading financial center of the world, and Manhattan is home to the world's two largest stock exchanges by total market capitalization: the New York Stock Exchange and NASDAQ. Many multinational media conglomerates are based in Manhattan, and the borough has been the setting for numerous books, films, and television shows. Manhattan is historically documented to have been purchased by Dutch colonists from Native Americans in 1626 for 60 guilders. Manhattan real estate has since become among the most expensive in the world, with the value of Manhattan Island.

Manhattan traces its origins to a trading post founded by colonists from the Dutch Republic in 1624 on Lower Manhattan; the post was named New Amsterdam in 1626. The territory and its surroundings came under English control in 1664 and were renamed New York after King Charles II of England granted the lands to his brother, the Duke of York. New York, based in present-day Manhattan, served as the capital of the United States from 1785 until 1790. The Statue of Liberty greeted millions of immigrants as they came to the Americas by ship in the late 19th and early 20th centuries and is a world symbol of the United States and its ideals of liberty and peace. Manhattan became a borough during the consolidation of New York City in 1898.

New York County is the United States' second-smallest county by land area (larger only than Kalawao County, Hawaii), and is also the most densely populated U.S. county. Manhattan has the third-largest population of New York City's five boroughs, after Brooklyn and Queens, and is the smallest borough in terms of land area. Manhattan Island is often informally divided into three areas, each aligned with its long axis: Lower, Midtown, and Upper Manhattan.

Many districts and landmarks in Manhattan are well known, and Manhattan hosts three of the world's 10 most-visited tourist attractions: Times Square, Central Park, and Grand Central Terminal. The borough hosts many prominent bridges, such as the Brooklyn Bridge; skyscrapers such as the Empire State Building; and parks, such as Central Park. Chinatown incorporates the highest concentration of Chinese people in the Western Hemisphere, and the Stonewall Inn in Greenwich Village, part of the Stonewall National Monument, is considered the birthplace of the modern gay rights movement. The City of New York was founded at the southern tip of Manhattan, and the borough houses New York City Hall, the seat of the city's government. Numerous colleges and universities are located in Manhattan, including Columbia University, New York University, Cornell Tech, Weill Cornell Medical College, and Rockefeller University, which have been ranked among the top 40 in the world.

Sif followed Orson through a doorway and at a split moment, the two were in the city at last. Upon seeing the city, Sif was about to set herself outside with her weapons and Asgardian armor.

"Woah, hold on!" Orson stopped her from moving forward and pulled her back. "You don't want go out like...!"

"It is forbidden for a man, like you, to touch me!" Sif exclaimed, removing her arm from him.

"Forgive me, my lady, but I need you to trust me on this, you don't want to go out like that," Orson said, talking about her clothing and armor she wore.

"I'm fine of what I am," Sif said.

"You said you wanted help, well you got it," Orson said. "Look, if you want to find allies here, Earth is one. So for now, you'll do as I say."

"I follow orders from my king, not you," Sif refused to follow his orders.

"Suit yourself, but don't say I didn't warn you," Orson sighed and turned to notice a clothing store right next to them.

"What do you have in mind?" Sif asked.


Minutes later, Sif and Orson had been shopping for clothes. Even though, Sif didn't have Midgard coins, Orson was the only one to pay for the clothes. This didn't annoy him when he spent $49.55 for the clothes and hats. The two step outside the store and wandered the city for a while.

"Welcome to New York," Orson introduced the city.

"Its not like Asgard," Sif viewed what the city was like and staring at all the people with their outfits.

"Don't be ridiculous," Orson scoffed, thinking she was joking. "If may not like New York, but its my home."

"I thought K'un-L'un was your home," Sif remarked.

"It is, but I wasn't born in K'un-L'un," Orson explained as he walked with the Asgardian warrior. "I was born here. My father's name was Phineas Randall, a bank manager. He and I weren't too close."

"And why is that?" Sif wondered what bothered him.

"For a guy so rich, greed was all he cared about," Orson scoffed. "Unlike me, I wanted to use some of that money to pay for charity..." He points his finger directly at a group of poor people outside the streets. "... and the poor."

"You have a willing heart," Sif sounded pleased by his words of care.

"It may not be the worse, but I've done things before that were unpleasant," Orson expressed what he recalled in the past. "It wasn't fun, but when I came to K'un-Lun, it changed me a lot. I became the Iron Fist, one of K'un-Lun's protectors."

"Protectors of what?" Sif asked.

"The Hand," Orson answered, looking around the streets. "Trust me, you don't want to mess with the Hand. They could be anywhere right now." He stops at a moments and notices a small bar across the street. "Ah, there it is."

"What is it?" Sif asked about that place.

"Its a bar," Orson told her. "Its the only bar me and boys go there every Saturday. We drink there, we talk there, we laugh there, and do all kinds of s***."

"I do not wish to drink or laugh, all I want is to get back into Arda and help my companion," Sif expressed in frustration.

"Don't worry, you are gonna have plenty of friends and allies with you," Orson reasurred her. "And don't worry, they won't dot you, but they will listen."

"I don't wish for any man to dot me," Sif growled. "The only thing I could do right now is call in Heimdall and find my own allies back on Asgard. Thor will be the first."

"Hmm, don't know him, but I'm pretty sure I'll get to meet the guy, if you'll introduce me to him," Orson said, walking backwards to get her gaze.

"Why do you do that?" Sif asked, annoyed.

"Why not?" Orson chuckled. "I can see why you don't like men."

"I didn't say that I despise men, its just..." Sif sighed.

"Just what?" Orson insisted with a grin. "Come on, baby, I insist."

Sif grabbed him by the throat in anger. "I'm not a little child, I'm a full grown woman who is starting to lose my..." She closed her eyes for a moment and calmed herself down by releasing him. "I'm sorry."

"Its okay, if its something that hurts you, don't let it," Orson said. "The only thing my master tells me, if something continues to hurt me, I have to let it out and then let it go forever."

"I wish I learned your way," Sif said. "But I didn't."

"It doesn't matter," Orson smiled. "I maybe your only hope in fighting this war that is yet to come. I sense them coming and we all have to be prepared for the worse."

"I fought in many wars," Sif said. "And now my companions are in grave danger because I abandoned them to their fate."

"Is that why you blame yourself?" Orson asked, wondering if that was the issue. "Lady, um Lady Sif, you shouldn't blame yourself. I don't know how long this will take, but you'll have time to find as many allies as possible, like the Howling Commandos."

"Who are they, warriors?" Sif assumed.

"Hmm, soldiers," Orson corrected and beckoned. "C'mon, my old team awaits me."

"This team you say, what it is?" Sif asked.

"During the war, I was part of a team called the Freedom's Five," Orson said. "We waged war against HYDRA, including Baron Blood, but after the war, my team split apart. And now..."

"Now?" Sif wondered what else he was going to say.

"Hmm," Orson sighed. "I want to bring it back, but it won't be like it was."

Upon entering the bar, Orson Randall and Sif met with four men that were drinking and talking. There names were Karl Kaufman, Gordon and Hugh Fitzwilliam Dare, and René Duquesne.

Karl Kaufman was an expert pilot who had been born in America to German parents who had since returned to their hometown of Hamburg, Germany. After high school, Kaufman became an expert stunt-pilot and co-owner of a flying circus. Later, to protect his parents from reprisals, Kaufman devised a stylized aviator uniform with darkened goggles and a cape and adopted the masked identity of the "Phantom Eagle". Kaufman engaged in many aerial baffles, downed a remarkable number of German planes, and thus became known as perhaps the greatest aerial warrior of the second World War. In his first mission as the Phantom Eagle, he successfully led a U.S. fighter squadron against an experimental dirigible aircraft carrier with which Nazi forces attempted to invade New York.

Gordon and Hugh Fitzwilliam Dare were twin brothers that came from wealthy family that lived in London, the capital of England. Gordon was known as the "Silver Squire" and Hugh was known as "Sir Steel". Both brothers lived in the Armatage Estate for years and were among the best members of the Freedom's Five that fought against HYDRA. They sought to join Captain America's team called the Howling Commandos and track down the Red Skull. Their efforts to do so failed, but they were able to provide aid and support to their allies, including the French Resistance. After the war, Gordon and Hugh were rewarded with medals for their act of heroism and saving many lives.

René Duquesne, known in France to be the famous "Crimson Cavalier", was once a crime lord who ran his own gangs of Marseilles and Les Apache thugs in Paris. When the war started, he led his gangs to aid the French Resistance and put a stop to HYDRA. He was a master combatant, having mastered savate, the French art of foot-fighting, but he was also an expert in sword fighting. Despite wielding a sword as his personal weapon, he was an expert in handling firearms. He joined the Freedom's Five when he met Gordon and Hugh Fitzwilliam Dare and became one of Europe's heroes.

"I never thought I see you guys again," Orson sighed and took a moment to sit himself down. "Look, I know this sounds crazy, but... we use to be a great team. I wonder if we can do this all again."

"Are we, cause it doesn't look like we're a team?" Kaufman asked.

"And what are you now, Monsieur?" René asked Kaufman him that, trying to make a joke.

"I'm a lone guy," Kaufman answered, giving him a glare.

René turned to notice Sif and gave her a smile, asking in fluent French. "À qui la belle?" (Whose the pretty one?)

"What?" Sif asked, confused on what he said.

"Elle est une guerrière," (She's a warrior.) Orson answered back in French.

"She doesn't look like a warrior to me," René observed her looks.

Sif sighed and grabbed his mug of beer and smashed it to pieces. "Care to say that again?"

"S'il vous plaît exprimer mes excuses," (Please express my apologies.) René apologized in french.

"I say, bloody good show," Gordon remarked in surprise. "You must be a strong lass."


For hours, Sif and Orson had been explaining everything to the four men. Sif was the one who explained the most about her mission to Arda, going with Gandalf to find out the mystery of the Necromancer of Dol Guldur, who turned out to be the Dark Lord Sauron.

"Okay... I've been drinking too much," Karl hiccuped, knowing he drank three glasses.

"So this Sauron is a powerful Dark Lord who disguised himself as a Necromancer to summon the dead?" Hugh asked, weirdly. "Is that right?"

"I'm never wrong," Sif glared, thinking he didn't buy it.

"Well, this seems to be bloody creepy to me," Gordon sounded as if he was afraid.

"Guys, this is serious, we face a new threat that is about to happen very soon," Orson truthfully said. "Don't know when, but we can't sit around and drink as if this story is..."

"Bulls***," Karl finished with an angry sigh.

"Faites attention si vous surveillez votre langue pour une fois, surtout envers un beau guerrier," (Mind if you watch your language for once, espically towards a beautiful warrior.) René insisted with a scoff.

"Yeah, he's right you know," Gordon chuckled.

"Ridiculous, I was going to say ridiculous," Orson sighed.

"You may have been gone for a while since the end of the war Orson, and yet here you are, showing your face without the mask or your glowing fists," Karl spat as he rose up from his seat. "You can count me out."

"Oh c'mon Mr. Kaufman old sir, you shouldn't walk out, we're having a good time," Gordon insisted for his frined to stay.

"This isn't what I pictured," Karl sighed deeply and was ready to walk out of the bar. Before he left, he left a couple of coins for the bar manager and stormed out.

Karl steps outside of the bar and prepares to walk towards a taxi cab to take him home. Before that could happen, Orson rushed out and reached him.

"Karl!" Orson called.

"No!" Karl responded back loudly. "Its not happening!"

"Karl, if you can just hear me out!" Orson exclaimed.

Karl pushed him aside and raised his voice. "I'm not going to be drawn into another war!"

"There is war," Orson said. "War is still happening here, that we know, but what's this got to do about me?"

"This isn't about you," Karl argued. "We've lost a lot of our brothers that day during the war and I don't plan to lose more." He turns to walk away from Orson and makes his way to the Taxi before it prepares to drive away.

"HYDRA," Orson answered his one word.

"What's about HYDRA?" Karl sighed ignorantly.

"HYDRA will never go," Orson explained. "It will come back, gosh knows when, the fate of the universe is at stake. Right now, a great evil is starting to rise, something that the Masters of K'un-Lun warned me about. Nobody likes war, you don't like war, I don't, but when something arises, even here, there's no turning back from it."

Karl closes his eyes for a moment and began to think about the words his friend said to him. "You're right, none of us like war. I never wanted to join, but I had to. It was my call, but when I fought, I lost a lot of my brothers in that fight. I just thought it would be enough after the war ended. Go back, restart a life, build a family, drink, or do more."

"You never told me you had a family," Orson said.

"My son and daughter remain under the care of my uncle Paul in Brooklyn," Karl sighed, shutting his eyes. "I don't want to draw them in a war as well."

"I know you don't," Orson said, understanding how he felt by this. "As a warrior of K'un-Lun, I never force anyone to join a war. Its your call Karl, not mine." He then turns back to the bar, leaving Karl to decide what he should do.

Back in the bar, Sif and Orson continued their story to Gordon, Hugh, and René about the Dark Lord and his grand plan to bring forth a new coming order. All worlds will submit or burn by his wrath, should he succeed. Sif also mentioned that she accompanied a companion named Gandalf the Grey to Dol Guldur and found the lost Dwarf Prince Thrain, son of Thror, who was thought to have perished in the battle of Moria.

"Will help you, my lady," Gordon agreed to take part in this mission.

"So will I," Hugh agreed too, sounding fascinating of wanting to see Arda for the first time. "Its been a while since we've done missions during the war. I would like to do one last mission, this time on an alien world."

"Oui," (Yes) René nodded his head in agreement. "Vous aidera à sauver votre ami de cette ancienne forteresse méchante. Je me demande si tu m'emmèneras dans cette belle ville ... ah ... Rivendell. (Will help you rescue your friend from this old wicked fortress. I wonder if you'll take me to this beautiful city... ah... Rivendell.)

"What kind of a language do you speak?" Sif asked about what he was saying to her.

"Its French," René replied back in english. "I could teach you how to speak Italian, Spanish, or even Dutch."

Sif sounded intrigued by the languages he mentioned to her. "Perhaps after this, it would be an honor."

"Merci," (Thank you.) René laughed in delight in french and went back to english. "Means thank you."

"I've sent an Eagle to the Elders of K'un-Lun," Orson said. "I know they'll answer to the call and send the Army of Thunder to provide aid."

"Is K'un-Lun the only city in your world?" Sif asked.

"Hmm, close, but there are actually seven," Orson answered. "K'un-Zi, Tiger Island, Peng Lai, Kingdom of Spiders, Z'Gambo, and the Under City. Now those cities, they've trained the best warriors and some of these warriors are part of a great order called the Immortal Weapons. They fight and protect the seven cities from any danger or threat. They too will come, for I remember from my mentor, is that an Iron Fist, as well as the Immortal Weapons, fought in the War of the Last Alliance to take down the Dark Lord and boy, I would love to tell you who he..."

"Hey, can we skip all this," Gordon cut him off and apologized. "No offense, but we should continue setting up a plan here."

"Thanks for your interruption," Orson chuckled slightly. "But your right, we should talk in recruting allies. If we recruit allies, maybe from Asgard or maybe Olympia, I think we would stand a chance to put a stop to Sauron's schemes. Cause I know he's not going to rest once."

"But what happens if he returns to Mordor?" Hugh asked. "You said it yourself, that's his main base of operations."

"Will make sure that once I return to Asgard, I'll inform Odin of the news," Sif suggested her plan.

"Good enough for me," Gordon nodded his head in agreement.

"So I hear that your brother is good in tracking the best warriors, is it true?" Sif asked him that.

"Of course, Hugh is a really a good expert," Gordon remarked.

"Yep, I got me myself an old contact from America," Hugh told him.

"And whose this contact?" Orson wondered.

"Margaret Carter," Hugh answered. "You can call her Peggy."

"There's also this girl who served in the Red Room, a top secret Soviet brainwashing and training program," René added. "Her name is Eva Krauss." He then spoke in french. "Elle est jolie, mais elle peut être très dangereuse." (She's a pretty one, but a very dangerous one she can be.)


Somewhere in New York City, year 1964, Agent Margaret Carter had just returned from Europe and made her way back to the Triskelion, the primary headquarters of an agency that replaced the Strategic Scientific Reserve. Margaret Carter, commonly known as Peggy, was born to Harrison and Amanda Carter on Wednesday, April 9, 1921, in Hampstead, England. Throughout her childhood, Carter almost always held a sense of adventure. She was particularly close to her older brother, Michael, whom she admired. Her mother often found Peggy's sense of adventure frightening and advised her to act more like a traditional lady. Once, Peggy was reprimanded by her school's headmaster for breaking into his home and attempting to steal his wife's underwear and his most expensive bottle of brandy. The incident made Carter a hero to her fellow students. By 1939, Carter was a member of the British Royal Military, engaging in more simplistic office work that was expected of women of that time.

By 1940 she was working as a codebreaker in Bletchley Park. During this time, Carter became engaged to Fred Wells, a man who worked in her department. Her priorities were called into question when Mr. Edwards informed her that she had been recommended for the Special Operations Executive. Believing that a woman should not fight, Carter turned down the offer. Carter introduced her fiancé to her brother Michael at their engagement party. To her disappointment, she discovered that Michael believed Wells was not good enough for her and that his sister had the potential for greater things. He revealed that he was the one who had recommended Peggy to be a field agent. The pair discussed if this wedding was truly what she wanted, with Michael telling her that as it was not yet her wedding day, she still had time to change her mind. In spite of his assurances that she was meant to be a fighter, Peggy refused to listen and stormed away.

She continued to focus on her upcoming wedding, having her mother help her try on her wedding dress. The preparations were tragically cut short when the family were informed that Michael had been killed fighting in World War II. His death greatly saddened Carter, who realized she had lost the only person who truly understood who she was. The loss prompted her to reverse her earlier decision and pursue the field agent position, but as a result, the marriage was called off. Carter eventually joined the British counter-intelligence and security agency MI5. As an MI5 operative, Carter was loaned out to the Strategic Scientific Reserve where she became an advisor. She infiltrated Castle Kaufmann, the headquarters of the Schutzstaffel general Johann Schmidt who also was a leader of HYDRA. Disguised as the maid, she freed the captured scientist Abraham Erskine, the creator of the Super Soldier Serum, and escaped the castle.

In June 1943, Carter was assigned to Chester Phillips' training base Camp Lehigh where she met the candidates for Project Rebirth. This was the day when she met Steven Rogers, a man destined to fight for his country and save the world. When Steve Rogers was selected as the candidate, she escorted him to the Strategic Scientific Reserve Brooklyn Facility under an antique shop. It was where she would witness the birth of Captain America, one of the first Super-Soldiers to help the military. Carter assisted Rogers in becoming the world's first superhero, and eventually fell in love with him. After taking a HYDRA base under the Red Skull's command, Carter eventually received Rogers' transmission from the Valkyrie: he reported that Schmidt is dead, but the plane was damaged and could still kill countless innocents should it crash. After Rogers decided to crash the plane into the North Atlantic Sea, Carter begged for him to reconsider, knowing that this would result in his death, but Rogers claimed there was not enough time. As the plane made its final descent, Carter and Rogers set a date where she promised to teach him how to dance. All communications with the plane were then lost, and all Carter could do was cry mournfully.

Following the war's end, Peggy would go on to marry Daniel Sousa and the two would have two children named Paul and Danielle Sousa. However, her marriage with him didn't last long and separated. In 1949, a few years after the war, Carter became one of the founding leaders of S.H.I.E.L.D., an American extra-governmental military counter-terrorism and intelligence agency, tasked with maintaining both national and global security. In the same year, she reunited with Steve Rogers while he was using the Quantam Realm to return the Infinity Stones to their original points in time after the Battle of Earth in 2023. He subsequently chose to stay behind in 1949 and marry her. While the world believes that Rogers is dead, Peggy kept it secret and provided a new identity to him. For years since their marriage, they had three children named Ellie, James, and Nicholas Rogers. In 1953, she had to

Peggy returned to her office and began to relegate on her desk job, but she was frustrated due to receiving a lot of work. That was when she gets a knock on the door and saw that it was her ex-husband Daniel Sousa, who quietly knocked at her door. Daniel Sousa is an American soldier who fought during World War II. He had to abandon the warfield due to losing one of his legs, and became an agent of the Strategic Scientific Reserve within one of their offices in New York City where he was determined to prove his worth in spite of his disability. After helping to stop the terrorist plot of Johann Fennhoff, Sousa eventually became chief of the Los Angeles branch of the organization and soon found himself reunited with Agent Peggy Carter when they both began investigating the actions of Whitney Frost.

At some point in July 30th, 1947, Daniel and Peggy got married, and the two would have two beautiful children named Paul (b. Decemeber 1947) and Danielle Sousa (b. March 1949). However, their marriage only lasted for a few years, and the two separated, but remained as good friends. For reasons unknown, Daniel understood how Peggy felt for the man, who became the world's greatest heroes, she loved and held hope that he would return to her someday, but doesn't know when.

"How was Europe?" Agent Daniel Sousa quietly asked with a bright smile.

"Agent Sousa, what are doing here?" Peggy asked, confused. "Your not qualified to be here."

"I don't know the Triskelion very well," Agent Daniel Sousa said. "But I knew a few ways to get in."

"This is highly irregular," Peggy sharply said. "I know your not ready to be on the top levels..."

"I'm only a Level 6, just to tell you," Agent Daniel Sousa said.

"You have to be a Level 8," Peggy added.

"Screw Level 8, I just wanted..." Agent Daniel Sousa sighed and cleared his throat. "I thought... I thought we would talk about..."

"Oh Daniel, please, we've been through this many times," Peggy sighed in frustration. "It makes me very infuriated and embarrassed. Right now, I have to schedule a follow-up with Angie Martinelli."

"Yeah, well... hmm, will see," Agent Daniel Sousa said.

"Is there a problem?" Peggy asked, suspecting that he's hiding something.

"No, I'm... its our boy and girl," Agent Daniel Sousa talked about their kids. "Paul just graduated from school and helped him sign up for university and he wants to be a secret agent like us. Dany, not so much. She's thinking of Hollywood."

"Well that's our daughter," Peggy cleared her throat. "Our children have to decide on their own future that lies ahead."

"I know," Agent Daniel Sousa nodded his head. "Look, there are two things that I want to give to you."

"Start with the first," Peggy demanded.

"Alright," Agent Daniel Sousa sighed and went on. "I broke off the engagement with Mary Morgan."

Peggy was shocked to hear it. She, along with her friends, were making plans for Daniel Sousa and Mary Morgan to

"What?!" Peggy snapped.

"It's complicated," Agent Daniel Sousa said, trying not to explain more.

"Who does she think she is?!" Peggy exclaimed. "That she could do better than you?!"

"That's not it," Agent Daniel Sousa said. "I messed up."

"Then I'll speak to her,"

"No, the way you chose to speak to Violet about the recent engagement that followed years ago went downhill," Agent Daniel Sousa refused to let her do this. "Don't talk to her. She won't understand."

"Nonsense, I will go in your behalf and enlighten her to the massive blunder she's about to make," Peggy offered and wanted to do this for him.

"Its not a good idea," Agent Daniel Sousa continued to reject.

"I'm very persuasive," Peggy continued to offer his help since she still cares about him and his relationship with Mary.

Agent Daniel Sousa was forced to raised his voice. "She broke it off with me because she still..." He then paused and sighs. "She believes that I'm still in love with you."

"Is that why you came right into my office to tell me this?!" Peggy asked, yelling at him.

"Yes!" Agent Daniel Sousa hastily admitted loudly to give the answer and lowered his voice. "Yes."

"Please get out," Peggy shook her head.

"Look, I'm sorry," Agent Daniel Sousa deeply apoglized to her and landed his knnes on the floor. "I'm sorry things didn't go the way it should've years ago. I don't mean to say this to you, but I'm sorry, for real. We got married, bringing two children into the world, and... then we broke apart. I... I knew you were still in love with him. You will always love him. You don't believe he's dead. That's why, I never got in your way when people always say he's gone, but some of us, like you, don't believe it." He sniffed and felt the sign that he was going to cry. "I don't know why we married. I don't know why. If we didn't, our children wouldn't exist. Right now, they always wonder why we remain separate. They ask the same questions, over and over again, but we never tell them the truth."

Peggy was shaken by this. She understood what her ex-husband meant, how she couldn't shake off her love over Steve Rogers, the man she truly loved while she was married to Sousa. "Your right. I don't why we did. I thought it would just ease my pain over him, but it never went away."

"I know," Agent Daniel Sousa smiled, standing himself up to meet her height. "That's why we can't go back to where we started, but I always have your back no matter what the cost is. I'm always going to a hypocrite."

"Very well, so what else do you want to share?" Peggy asked.

"Well this guy, going by the name Hugh Fitzwilliam Dare, has been trying to reach you," Agent Daniel Sousa explained. "He never told me what it was, but he said it was important."

"Oh my god," Peggy whispered in frustration.

"He wants to get in touch with you and schedule a day to meet," Agent Daniel Sousa added more.

"Very well, I'll get right on it," Peggy openly declared.

"I be glad to go with you on this," Agent Daniel Sousa said, turning to leave the office. "Let me know if you reconsider."


The next day, Agents Carter and Sousa had traveled a long way to get from Washington to New York. Instead of taking a plane, they drove for three hours and fifty-four minutes to get to their destination. Peggy was tired from all this driving, and finally, once they've arrived to the city, Peggy started to experience flashbacks of her time there. She remembered the time when she drove with Steve Rogers, man who would become true hero. Closing her eyes, Peggy smiled for a bit, but since things have changed with Steve gone, she knew she had to let it go.

Arriving at a quiet bar called P.J. Clarke's. Established in 1884, the bar was once owned by an Irish immigrant named Patrick J. Clarke, who was hired to run the saloon. After ten years, Clarke bought the bar and changed the name. The whole place became a holdout, surrounded by 919 Third Avenue, a 47-story skyscraper. Clarke's former owners, the Lavezzo brothers, signed a deal in which the building housing the saloon was sold for $1.5 million and a 99-year lease was signed with Tishman Realty and Construction. However, due to financial reverses the Lavezzos were forced to sell their interest to a consortium. The building was originally a four-story structure.

Agents Carter and Sousa quietly walked inside the bar to meet with Hugh Fitzwilliam Dare, who was sitting alone at his table, sipping coffee that a waitress gave to him. Hugh gave the waitress a wink as a sign of how deeply attractive she was, but walked away when he was joined by Peggy Carter and Daniel Sousa.

"Bout bloody time you showed," Hugh responded in relief. "I was about to leave in a few minutes."

"I thought we would never speak again," Peggy grinned pretendedly.

"Well I reconsidered, since our last date was a real show," Hugh smiled, bringing something up.

Sousa was surprised by this. He didn't know that his ex-wife use to date Hugh Fitzwilliam Dare in the past. He turned to look at Peggy and Hugh sideways, beginning to ask weirdly. "I'm sorry, I don't mean to be rude, but you two use to date each other?"

"We've known each other for years, but that date we had was the last," Peggy growled, disliking of what had happened.

"You know how well that turned out Miss Carter," Hugh said.

"If this is what you wanted to talk about, saying this to me in front of my ex-husband, then maybe we can just leave since we've wasted three and half bloody hours to get from Washington to here," Peggy angrily replied.

"I didn't bring you here to talk about the past," Hugh assured, raising both his hands in front. "I'm talking about the future."

"What future?" Peggy asked, scoffed. "That doesn't explain why we were called here."

"I was only calling for you," Hugh told her. "I didn't inspect you would bring a friend along, although you said he's your ex-husband, so I'll take it back."

"None taken," Agent Daniel Sousa grinned pretendedly.

"Let's just get this over with," Peggy insisted for her ex-boyfriend to get on what he has to say.


For almost half-an-hour, Hugh had been talking a lot about everything. He told them about Lady Sif, coming from a distant world called Asgard, traveling on a mission to Arda, teaming up with a wizard to investigate strange things that had been happening in the east of the Misty Mountains. That investigation led them to Dol Guldur where she and her companion fell into a trap issued by the Necromancer, who turned out to be the Dark Lord Sauron in disguise. While Gandalf and Thrain remained as prisoners, Sif was cast out and sent to Vormir and would then end up in K'un-Lun where she met Orson Randall.

Peggy and Daniel had been listening to Hugh's story, finding it to be very interesting, but did they believe that story or not?

"So your telling us that this woman in a knight's shining armor is from a place far beyond our world?" Peggy asked.

"That's exactly what she said," Hugh said. "Telling us how she got here, meeting Mr. Randall, and how an ancient evil is about to spread its wings of chaos."

Agent Daniel Sousa clapped his hands twice. He heard everything what Hugh Fitzwilliam Dare had been telling him and Peggy about Sif and Sauron. However, he was thinking that it was nothing but a fake story.

"Its a real interesting story, but a messed up one," Agent Daniel Sousa scoffed. "I mean come on, really, a young black-haired lady dressed as a knight in shining armor comes from a different world, ends up here to warn people like us about a mysterious sinister guy who seeks to conquer worlds, like ours?"

"She was very serious," Hugh sighed, taking another sip of coffee.

"Well make it unserious," Agent Daniel Sousa sighed and then chose to stand up. "I don't have time for this. You were right, it has been a waste of time." He turns towards Sif, and by his surprise, she was wearing the armor that Hugh had mentioned. He widened his eyes in shock and surprise. "My god."

Peggy turns to face the woman with the shining armor. "Is that her?"

"I told you," Hugh grinned, sipping his coffee. "I never make a story that is untrue."

"Is this a joke?" Agent Daniel Sousa asked.

"Not even," Sif glared directly at him and Peggy.

"Okay, no offense," Agent Daniel Sousa apologized. "But I don't know if your really..."

His sentence was cut off when Sif sighed and lifted a very heavy table, surprising both Sousa and Carter.

"My god," Peggy gasped in shock.

"Okay, I'll take it back again," Agent Daniel Sousa apologized twice when Sif put the table down. "Hate to ask, your not one of those super-soldiers?"

"I'm an Asgardian from Asgard," Sif corrected. "And I don't have time to answer any questions, so unless if you don't wish to listen to my warnings, our worlds will perish."

"Right, I understand that, Dare told us the whole story," Peggy brushed and gave him a face. "And I believe him."

"Glad you do," Hugh grinned, raising his cup.

"Orson and I are in need of allies," Sif said. "This man says that you are in the list."

"Tell us what you need," Peggy insisted.


Hello folks, I hope you all enjoyed looking and reading this chapter. Sorry it took a while. Its just I've been busy. I know I haven't been focusing on the crossover story for a month, but I hope you're all happy that I posted this chapter on the final date of April. So yes, its focuses after the Avengers: Endgame. Since it came out on the 26th of April, I won't give any spoilers. Feel free to add reviews. If you have any questions, send them to my private messaging. If there are errors in this chapter, let me know. If this chapter needs a rewrite, any author is welcome to go over it and edit.