Another round of Savior. To those who are interested in Endymion, look at my profile for something called The Legend of The Traveler. It sheds a little bit more light on who he is, but not much. He's meant to be ambiguous. Also look for a collection of stories all with the title Saga of The Traveler, Savior is one of them. I am still building the collection but at the time of this writing there are three.

Now then...

Enjoy.


Steve has had strange days before, waking up after the crash in the ice and the invasion of the Chitari ranked fairly high up there, but this one was up there as well.

A short while after Thor's arrival, another quinjet had shown up to bring them back to the Triskelion for debriefing. Thankfully most of the men had only superficial injuries, hardly any broken bones or anything like that. The worst injury had been Natasha, but that man, Endymion, had saved her life. Apart from a torn catsuit, a few scrapes and bruises, she was perfectly fine. Steve almost could not believe it, he would not have if he had not seen it for himself.

Endymion still puzzled him though. He was obviously a friendly but where did he come from? Why was he there? Why did he save them when he did? Questions like these were swimming around in Steve's head.

After the extraction quinjet had arrived, Endymion helped them to load everyone aboard and climbed on with them. The whole time he was dead silent. He said only a single sentence the whole ride back.

"I need to speak to Fury when we return to the Triskelion."

After that he did not make a peep. Even when Thor had tried to thank him for saving the lives of two of his dear friends he only acknowledged the Asgardian's thanks with a simple nod of the head. It was as if he did not want to be thanked, that or he did not care for it.

Exactly what this man was, Steve was still trying to figure out. He had asked Thor if he knew him but the prince did not. Something Thor had said left Steve feeling a little disturbed.

"I know not what he is, but I can tell you this my friend, he is not of Asgard."

So Endymion was not an Asgardian. Steve did not know many alien races but to the best of his knowledge the only ones who looked human and were capable of what he saw were the Asgardians. He must be something else, something they have not encountered before. Something far more powerful.

Furthermore, what else was Endymion capable of? That weapon that everyone was afraid of had been operational, it blew their quinjet out of the sky after a single direct hit. Against Endymion it seemed to have been no more effective than throwing pebbles. Using whatever strange powers he had he just blocked it and then, if Steve was correct, bounced it right back at them. Then there was his ability to disappear and reappear at will.

He did save the whole team from a massacre though. At least he seemed so far to be a friend. Did not take away from the fact that he was dangerous.

After they returned, Natasha was taken away to be examined by medical. Since Thor had to leave on other business, Steve escorted Endymion to Fury's office alone. Once more not a single word was exchanged the whole walk there.

Now Steve was just waiting for the man to come out and for further orders from Fury.

After about a twenty minute wait the door finally opened. The two men stepped out into the hallway alongside Steve.

"Captain, I want you to take our... guest, to the tower. He will be staying with you for a time." Fury was his usual authoritative voice but something was a little off. As Stark had once said, Fury was not just a spy. He was the spy, he was a master at camouflaging himself, his emotions, and his thoughts. After being alone in a room with Endymion, a crack seemed to have formed in Fury's steel mask.

Fury was unnerved, that was it. Perhaps even disturbed. Whatever these two spoke about, it was something that bothered Fury.

Steve was not one to question orders. "Yes sir."

Just as quickly as they arrived, Steve was leading Endymion back to the landing pad to catch a ride back to the tower.

When they were seated for the trip back to Avengers Tower, Endymion finally spoke.

"Sorry if my silence is a little unnerving. I had to clear something up with Fury first."

Steve looked up. It was the first thing he said since they left that mission zone. "Clear what up?"

Endymion smiled. The first non-neutral expression he had made this whole time. "That I was not one of his subordinates. I am here to help until I am no longer needed then I shall move on. I had to make a threat to get him to understand."

Steve was more than a little worried now. "Threat? What did you threaten him with?" There was not really anything you could threaten Fury with. The man was as rigid as a vibranium beam.

Endymion shrugged. "Threatened to kill him if he did not back off. I believe I got the message across."

At first Steve thought he was making a joke to get a rise out of him. Stark did that all the time.

This man did not seem to be making any form of a joke though.

The way Endymion said that so callously... He had threatened to kill Fury, no one was insane enough to do that. This man just acted like it meant nothing to him.

"Don't worry, I would not have actually killed him. Would make thing a bit difficult if I did." Endymion chuckled quietly.

Steve decided to somewhat change the subject. "Why are you here? To help with what?"

Endymion rested his elbows on his knees as he leaned forward in his seat. "That is not something I can tell you, but when the time comes, and it will soon, I will be here to... intervene."

The cryptic attitude was starting to give Steve a headache. It was also making him wish Natasha was here. She would maybe be able to get something out of him.

Then again, there was something else Steve noticed about this man. Whenever someone saw Natasha, male attention would always linger. Sometimes female too for that matter. She was attractive, no one doubted that. Endymion however did not give a second look. It was as if he did not even notice.

It was more than a little odd.

When they finally arrived at Avengers Tower, it was still night. Natasha was left with medical at the Triskelion while Thor was off doing his business, likely visiting his girlfriend Jane. Clint was off on a mission of his own for SHIELD. That left Banner and Stark at the tower. This late hour though Stark was definitely asleep with Pepper. Banner was more than likely asleep in his own room.

Of course this left Steve to figure out where to put Endymion for the night. The decision was made for him when the two men arrived in the common room.

Endymion sat down on the floor with his back to a wall and his legs crossed. He looked up at Steve. "This will be adequate for me."

"You sure? There's the couches or I'm sure a spare room around here somewhere I think." Endymion was still their guest. He should not have to sleep on the floor.

Endymion smiled. "I've slept in bloody fields full of fresh corpses while nuclear bombs were falling around me before. That did not even break my top worst twenty. A clean, carpeted floor is comfortable, trust me."

Steve opened his mouth to respond to that but immediately closed it. He was not sure he wanted to know anyway.

"Uhh... alright. See you in the morning then. Night." Steve turned to leave.

"Sleep well." Endymion called out before he left the room.

This guy really was weird. Considering the fact the Avengers consisted of a super soldier from the forties, a, in Stark's words, "huge green rage monster", an alien prince, two assassins, and a genius billionaire in a metal suit, Endymion was still very weird. The man acted like he was both from another world and another time all at once.

Steve was still not quite sure he wanted to know the man's story.

One of his last comments had Steve thinking as he made his way to his own room. He said he had slept in bloody fields full of fresh corpses while nuclear bombs were falling. The man seemed to be telling the truth, he had no reason to lie and his voice did not sound like it was a joke. Just like what he said about the threat to Fury.

What he said though should have been imposable. In Steve's research of history, one of the few recorded use of nuclear bombs was toward the end of World War II after Steve had crashed the Red Skull's plane. Two such bombs were used against the Japanese people to force a surrender. One word Endymion used is what really caught Steve's attention.

Bombs.

Not bomb, as in more than one. Steve was not aware of any point in history when multiple nukes were used against something or someone.

Even if he had been referring to World War II, that was not possible either. The man had to be in his mid thirties at most. He would not have been alive back then. However, Steve looked young and was alive back then. There was also those powers Endymion used to defeat those Asgardians. The man may actually be older than he looks.

Steve shut his mind off once he finally got into bed. Whoever, or whatever, Endymion was, he was a friendly and their guest. The mystery would remain to be solved until the morning.


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