Final chapter of Savior, this one will reveal a bit more about Endymion but not everything. His story continues elsewhere. It is also meant to be short since it is only a epilogue and I want this story done.

Also a bonus shout-out to Marvel-Tolkien Fangirl, whom (at the time of this writing) has been my only reviewer for this story. She's been one of the best reviewers a guy could ask for and one of the reasons for this story getting finished.

Enjoy.


"You bastard!" Clint all but screamed as he landed a brutal punch to Endymion's jaw.

"Clint!"

"Whoa there, ease up Katniss!"

Endymion barely reacted to the hit. Apart from being physically moved upon impact, he did not flinch or make any attempt to dodge or block the hit. They all knew he could have easily done so, even without Clint's arm being in a sling.

With a snap of his fingers, a small green flame appeared on his thumb. He slid the flame along his split lip causing the wound to close and disappear almost instantly.

Natasha thought that, in all honesty, Endymion probably deserved that one somewhat. That still did not give Clint good reason to punch the guy that could so easily kill all of them.

The russian woman would never admit it, but she was still more than a little rattled by what happened during their last mission. They should all be dead, the entire team. They had been surrounded, the creatures closing in for the kill.

Had Endymion not shown up when he did... Natasha shivered at the thought. She had faced all the wickedness that humanity could offer and come out on top of it. Those demons were an entirely different story.

Almost all of the team's injuries were already taken care of. Banner was fine once they were off the island and he could rest, Thor and Steve both healed quickly, Stark only had his suit shredded, Clint was the only one with a more lasting injury with his broken arm.

Endymion himself had a few scrapes, bruises, and burns from his battle with the demon lord. Just like with his lip, he used that weird green flame to heal them. It was the same way Steve told her that she was healed when they first met Endymion.

"Are you finished?" Endymion asked perfectly calm for a man who was punched second ago.

Clint's only real response was a growl of pain. The hit had jarred his broken arm again.

Natasha really could not blame Clint for hitting him. Endymion had been asking for it when he confessed that he knew what the Avengers were walking into. He knew what was on that island waiting for them. The russian assassin was pissed too, but not too much to ignore the man's reasons.

"You would never have believed me had I explained it." Endymion spoke as he looked at Clint. "Demons do not exist in your world. You could have never seen them coming."

That caught Natasha attention. "I don't know what you saw but they seemed pretty real to me."

Endymion turned his gaze to her. "Rips are gateways, they allow something that does not exist to come forth from elsewhere. There are other places, ones where demons not only exist, but are commonplace." The thought of those monsters being a regular sight was more than a little disturbing.

"You need not fear them coming back, the death of the lord sealed that gate forever, the rip itself was only ever open for a fraction of a second, just long enough for some of the demons to come through and pave the way for the lord." Natasha was a little relieved to hear that. "Rips are so rare an occurrence that you will never see one again. The formation of one is such a low chance it is almost imposable."

"Why not come with us? You could have spared a lot of injury." Steve spoke up next.

"It is not my place to fight your battles for you. I stepped in only when I was needed." Endymion's words sounded a little like they had been spoken many times already. "Most of the time I am a teacher, I cannot give you the answers, only show you where they may be found."

Now was as good a time as any to get some answers that have been nagging at her since they fled that island. "Just what are you? Some kind of angel?" If demons existed that was true for the reverse right? "That demon called you something just before he attacked."

Natasha could not get the image of Endymion fighting out of her mind. The wings, the powers, the glow of his eyes and scars, hell just the way he fought! There was no way this man was human. Just what was he though?

Endymion chuckled slightly. "Magi, it is one of the more common terms for people like myself. Despite outward appearances, I'm human." Endymion looked away for a moment before continuing. "These," he pointed to his eyes and back, likely meaning his wings for the latter, "are not mine."

Natasha caught something in the way he said the words. Endymion normally spoke perfectly calm and flat, not monotone but in a perfectly calm and collected manner. His last comment lacked that same strength, instead he sounded almost... sad.

Next there was his eyes and body language. Part of Natasha's job was to read and predict people. The silver eyes were always so impenetrable, giving away not a single trace of thought or emotion. Now they held a crushing look of loss that was beyond anything the redhead woman had ever seen. His body posture spoke something completely different from what he had been moments ago, he appeared to age drastically in seconds.

"They were a parting gift from..." Endymion stopped himself mid-sentence and changed the subject. "It matters not." Just as fast as his demeanor changed it when back to what it was a few moments ago.

"Just what is a magi?" There was Stark's characteristic curiosity.

"Beings of terrifying power. We can be human, Asgardian, elf, Zehoberi, Loxodon, anyone. Not all of us are sorcerers like myself."

"What, you mean you're a wizard?" Clint scoffed quietly.

Endymion gave him a look. "You're friends with an alien prince from another planet, and recently fended off an invasion by a different alien race, then faced a near demon armageddon. Is magic really that hard to believe in?"

Clint had no response for that one.

"Magic is not really known all that much around here. Where I'm from it was very common place." It did not escape Natasha's attention the way Endymion referred to his place of origin in the past tense.

"You said 'beings', just how many of you are there?" Steve piped up again. "Are there more on Earth?

"We are even rarer than the rips, there are just a tiny handful of us. A couple million at most." Endymion responded with a slight shrug.

Almost everyone's eyes practically bulged out of their heads but it was Stark who spoke first. "Dude, that's a hell of a lot more than a 'tiny handful'."

"You do not understand the grand scope in which we magi exist."

Natasha was about to ask something else but Endymion looked out the window at the horizon in the distance. "It is time for me to go, I have done what I came to do so I must move on."

"What are you talking about?" Natasha asked.

"I am called The Traveler for a reason. I came to ensure your world did not fall to the demon hordes, now I must take my leave." Endymion moved for the door. "You will likely never see me again."

Everyone was still stunned at everything he had told them in the last few minutes to even think of stopping him.

The man paused at the threshold into the room. "Just remember something, you stand a better chance of protecting this world as a team. The stronger the bond, the better you fight."

With that, Endymion walked out the door. Natasha instantly gave chase, there was still many more unanswered questions. When she looked out in the hallway the man was gone.

When she tried asking Jarvis where Endymion was, her only answer was that he was no longer in the building. How he could have gotten out that fast, Natasha had no idea.


Endymion had not been joking when he said they would never see him again.

The Avengers never forgot the advice he had given them. After he left they became stronger, not just as a team, but as friends, as a family.

Even after the fall of SHIELD, the Avengers never forsake each other. There were many situations where they came close to losing one of their own. It was these times the Avengers would fight harder than they ever have in their lives.

Years after Endymion's short stay with the Avengers, the team would always think back to the mysterious silver eyed man that taught them such an important lesson.

He was indeed a teacher like he claimed. Only he was more than just a teacher to them.

Endymion was their savior.


Not so sure about this one, to me it feels a bit rushed. As I said, the story of Endymion continues elsewhere in other tales.