Author's Note: Another chapter done. I originally planned on doing two chapters, but a lot of stuff kept me from working for a while, and I thought it might be best if I did one here now.

The song featured here is a parody of "Through Heaven's Eyes" from Prince of Egypt.

Any and all comments are welcome.

"Hey, this isn't the National Taco Convention!" Scratch called out as he pointed at the sign that said "Brighton Hills". Scratch tossed away his taco-themed merchandise and sneered at Molly, who stood side by side with her family. "You lied to me."

"Well, if I told you we were volunteering, you would have complained the whole way here." Molly said.

"Yeah. Well, why didn't you invite Loki?" Scratch asked.

"I am. Oh, Loki!"

In a poof of green smoke, Loki appeared out of thin air with a gritting look on his face. "Seriously, Molly. What if I was in the shower?"

"You already had your shower this morning." Molly said.

"Well, I'd take another one if it meant I didn't have to do this." Loki said. "The remaining lifespan of the elderly here are mere blinks to me, so I find this extremely tedious."

"And I'm a ghost. I'm gonna be seeing these guys in the afterlife soon enough anyway." Scratch said.

"Oh, come on, you guys." Pete said. "Volunteering bonds us McGees together."

"Well, Loki and I are no McGees."

"Good point." Sharon said. "What are your last names."

"I'm a one-name icon, baby." Scratch said.

"And my culture has this thing where our last names mean we take pride in our parentage. I'm the son of Laufey, so I'm Loki Laufeyson."

"I thought your dad's name was Odin?" Molly asked.

"Long story." Loki replied.

Once inside, the McGee family took part in several activities around the nursery home. Sharon taught an aerobics class. Pete took notes from the elderly. Daryl was cheating at cards with Scratch. Lastly, Molly and Loki (reluctantly for the latter) sat through a story told by one of the elders, a woman named Patty.

"Wow, Patty. You lived in Brighton your whole life?" Molly asked enthusiastically.

"I would have guessed you grew up at the first settlement of England." Loki said under his breath. Molly elbowed him before turning her attention back to Patty.

"Anyway, my family and I just moved to town."

"Well, we all make mistakes." Patty said. "Mine was Bobby Daniel, and he rode a motorcycle."

Loki groaned turning over. That's when another old woman entered the room. Like many of the other old ladies, she had gray hair flowing from her hair. She weakly headed over to the chair next to Patty who greeted her with a pat to her back.

"Well, if it isn't Peggy. You don't come out of your room much."

"Well, I heard we had new citizens of the town volunteering and I thought I'd come on over and meet them." Peggy said. "Nice to meet you. I'm Peggy Carter."

"Hi. I'm Molly McGee. And this is my friend, Lukas."

"And I couldn't care less." Loki said.

"He's not exactly the most sociable guy." Molly said.

Peggy chuckled. "Not a lot of people are."

"Well, not every man can be like Steve Rogers, eh, Peg?" Patty asked making her friend smile brighter.

"Who's Steve Rogers?" Molly asked. "Did he also ride a motorcycle?"

"Sometimes." Peggy said. She pointed up to the wall where pictures were hung. There was a black-and-white photo of Peggy Carter, younger and happy standing next to a tall man in an American-themed costume. Molly gasped as she looked closer at it.

"Captain America? You knew Captain America?"

"Knew him?" Patty laughed. "Peggy and the cap were going steady during the war."

"That's… one interpretation of it." Peggy said.

"Who's Captain America?" Loki asked.

"Well, look who's suddenly interested." Molly said. "Lukas, Captain America was the greatest war hero of all time. A super soldier who fought to protect America from the evil forces of HYDRA."

"Well, when I first met him, he was just Steve Rogers, a skinny man from Brooklyn with a heart of gold." Peggy said. "He volunteered for an experiment which made him the well-decorated hero the world remembers him as. And I do admit, there was some chemistry between us. Sadly, we never even got our dance."

"What happened?" Molly asked.

"Steve was off on a mission which brought him above the Arctic Circle. I can't get into specifics for military secret reasons, but I can say that Steve Rogers made the ultimate sacrifice to ensure our future. Nobody knows what happened to him exactly. Some people even say he's still alive. Me, I certainly hope so."

"Wow." Molly expressed full of sympathy. "That's such a moving story." Loki merely shrugged at that.

"Yeah. After that, I served the rest of my time and resigned from the military. I moved to Brighton just when everyone recovered from the tornado in '79."

"Man, that was a hard time." Patty said. "We lost our beloved bandshell to that storm."

"Bandshell?" Loki asked.

"Yeah." Peggy said. "Everyone used to picnic and dance to the music there."

"Why didn't the city rebuild it?" Molly asked.

"Not a priority, they said." Patty replied. "Brighton isn't what it used to be."

Molly's eyes lit up. "Loki, I know what we're going to do today."

Loki sighed. "Let me guess. You are going to try and fix this somehow?"

"Nope."

Loki's eyes popped. "Wait, really?"

"Correction," Molly said grabbing onto Loki's shoulders, "WE are going to fix this somehow!"

Loki dropped his face in a deadpan look. "Oh, no. This is so much worse."

"Are you ready?" Molly asked.

"No, but when has that ever stopped you?" Loki asked while Darryl gripped his hands on a cart that was underneath a blanket.

"Never has, never will." Molly said before kicking down the door to the city council meeting room. She turned her attention to Mayor Brunson.

"Mr. Mayor, I've got business so epic, it'll melt your mind!" Molly marched in with Loki and Darryl behind her. "Hello, Brighton City Council. I am Molly McGee, and this is my brother Darryl, and my friend Lukas."

Loki rolled his eyes only to stop at Pete McGee sitting between Sharon and Scratch. The McGee father was letting out his tears. "My kids, participating in local politics. I've never been more proud."

"Get a grip, McGee." Loki groaned quietly. "The politics on Asgard makes this place look like a joke."

"Consider the future." Molly said. "It's where we'll spend the rest of our lives. But what will it hold?" She removed the sheet revealing a diagram of a large, shining stadium that looked like it was from the future. "The Brighton Mega-Arena! It's a 60,000 seat sports complex. A music venue. A world-class water park. A dog run. And a donut shop."

On cue, Sharon held out a box full of donuts and tossed one to each member of the city council.

"So what do you think?" Molly asked. "Let's build this baby, right?"

Mayor Brunson sat down in his chair and immediately answered. "Ms. McGee, your proposal is certainly bold. But sadly, a 60,000 seat 'Mega-Arena' is too big for a small town like Brighton. Thank you and we do hope you'll come back someday with something a little more realistic."

Molly looked down and the floor and turned around back… before springing back up and doubled back. She then grabbed the Mega-Arena diorama and pulled it off revealing a smaller model of the late bandshell.

"Psyche! That day is right now! The new and improved Brighton Bandshell."

Pete gasped. "A bait and switch."

"I watched her build both models," Scratch said, "And I still did not see that coming."

"Even I admit, she gets some points in trickery." Loki commented.

"I just learned about the original Brighton Bandshell and how much it meant to the community." Molly said.

"Whoa, whoa. Hold on." Mayor Brunson interrupted. "We're not going to rebuild the bandshell. Look, times are hard, and we simply don't have the money for a bandshell. I'm sorry."

Molly sighed in sadness for real. She saw her mom take one of the donuts and returned it to the councilwoman she took it from.

"No, Mom. They can keep the donuts. Let them feast on the carcass of a young girl's dreams."

After tipping over a chair, Scratch joined with the Loki and the McGees just outside of the council room.

"Are we done?" Loki asked rudely.

"Loki…" Sharon said.

"Look, we came, we tried our hardest, and it simply cannot be done." Loki said. "How about we move on?"

"…No." Molly answered. "That wasn't my hardest. If they won't give me the money to fix the bandshell, then I'm gonna take it to the streets!"

"You can't be serious." Loki said. "McGee, these people have managed without that bandshell for decades. You seriously think they're just going to care now?"

"Why wouldn't they?"

"Because it's a stage, not a literal gold mine. No one really cares."

"That's not true, and I'll prove it."

Throughout the day, Loki watched the McGee family go from door to door getting little bits of cash from person to person. He was a little impressed at the money they managed to pile up, but his surprise ended when Molly counted the money in the kitchen.

"How goes the fantasy fundraising, Molly?" Loki asked smugly.

"Well, we raised a lot of money. But it's not enough. We can pay for the materials, but not for the labor."

Loki chuckled. "And by my calculations, you already got some contribution from literally every citizen in town."

"What about you, Loki?" Molly asked. "I mean, you're a god, right? Don't you have like a divine back account or some rich friends or…"

"First of all, all my accounts have been frozen on account of me being dead. And second of all, I can't contact any of my 'rich friends' because I'm trying to stay out of Asgard's line of sight. If I talk to anyone high-profile, then Thor himself will break down your door and drag me back to Asgard. Look, now, will you admit that this bandshell project is nothing more than a fever dream?"

"I can't do that, Loki." Molly said. "I care about Brighton too much."

"You care too much, all right." Loki said.

"I'm kinda with Loki on this one, Moll." Scratch said. "There's no way we can build the bandshell ourselves. You know what? To cheer us up, let's go down in the park and make fun of babies. Little dummies can't even walk. Why do they make shoes for them?"

"Well, you two are right about one thing." Molly said. "We can't build the bandshell ourselves. So… We could get the whole town to pitch in!"

"What?" Loki asked.

"Stop turning, wheels in Molly's head!" Scratch shouted.

"We'll have a community work day!" Molly declared.

Loki smacked his own face. "You're seriously going to get the people to help you build the bandshell… for free? Molly, that is not going to happen."

"Yes, they will. Because people care. They'll show up. You'll see. And then, you'll see my famous 'told ya' dance." Molly demonstrated with a short dance that made Loki growl.

"Scratch, what's that word that describes what I'm seeing. It's making feel embarrassed just watching it."

"Cringey?"

"Yes. That's the one."

Molly put up flyers all over Brighton making sure they can be seen by everyone who passes by. When she was done, she joined her family with all the building materials at the park. Molly waited, but couldn't see anyone but her closest friends and family.

"People are totally coming. Don't worry. …Any second now." After seeing a barren, empty street, she sighed and conceded. "Okay, they're not coming."

"Now, who was it that said they were going to do a 'told ya' dance?" Scratch asked before doing his own cringey dance, but he stopped when he noticed Molly's sad face. "Hey, come on. It's no fun if you're just going to be sad all the time."

"Now, are you done?" Loki asked.

Molly sighed. "I don't get it. Patty and Peggy made the bandshell sound super-important. Why aren't more people contributing?"

"Because it's not worth it to spend thousands of dollars and endure backbreaking labor for a big, fancy stage." Loki replied. "There's literally a million better things than that and I would spend my whole fortune on each of them… or at least, I would if I had access to my whole fortune. Face it, Molly McGee, but no one is going to have the common sense to just…"

Loki was interrupted by a metal clattering sound getting closer. He and the McGees turned in surprise seeing the senior citizens from Brighton Hills. Loki was the most surprised as he dropped his jaw.

"Sorry we're late." Patty said. "Some of us don't travel as fast as we used to."

"Then we'd better get to it!" Molly said. She turned her smug face over to Loki and Scratch. "And and one more thing… Told ya!" She did her "told ya" dance right in front of them.

Loki watched in astonishment as the elderly lent their hands in helping the McGees rebuild the bandshell. Though their efforts were slow, the process was sped up when the girl's softball team lead by Libby passed by. After seeing the construction project, they rushed in to help. One after another, more people of Brighton came to offer their assistance at a rapid rate.

Needless to say, the bandshell was just about finished leaving Loki speechless. His moment of silence ended when Peggy Carter walked up to him.

"Enjoying the sights, kid?"

"I… I don't understand." Loki asked. "All these elderly people. All these kids. And suddenly, everyone in town is helping with this bandshell? Why? It's just a stage. It's nothing really special."

"Not special for you, perhaps." Peggy said. "In fact, it's not that special to just one person. But that's why communities exist. Even menial things like a bandshell can bring people together. And it's not just the bandshell either. Take a look."

Loki followed her gesture and looked out to the people. He watched as they all interacted, mingled, and shared laughs.

"Sometimes, it takes the most menial things to make a community stronger." Peggy continued. "And if Steve Rogers was any indication, even the smallest thing could be the strongest of all."

"But how?" Loki asked.

Peggy chuckled. "Maybe this will explain better."

Peggy Carter:

If it's just one grain of sand

It's not worth the hassle

Yet a thousand brought together

Can make a grand castle

And an individual brick may be plain

But only when it's just one

Imagine the house many will build

When there's bricks by the ton

So who are you to judge what's mundane

When you just see one thing alone

This community's more than you imagine

That's how you should see…

That's how you should see this town, our home

The crowd began chanting as they began building the bandshell. Loki continued to watch with surprise.

Peggy Carter:

A caring man, even homeless

Makes a lonely dog feel whole

And to a child, a loving family

Is worth more than a mountain of gold

If a story's at an end

Is it really all there is

Or is it just beginning

A new story like this

So is fortune to yourself enough

To feel good in your bones

There's always more love to share

If you learn this much…

If you learn this much, it's worth it to be known

To be part of this town, our home

And that's why we're all together

For something lost to time

If you find peace in others

You will find peace of mind

There's a longing to help in everyone

Buried deep within their hearts

And if you dig deep enough in yourself

You'll want to do your part

YOU WILL WANT TO DO YOUR PART

The crowd chanted even louder as they began putting the finishing touches on the bandshell. Loki couldn't help but be proud of what he was seeing.

Peggy Carter:

SO WILL YOU SAY THAT NOTHING MATTERS

WHEN YOU'RE NO LONGER ON YOUR OWN

EVERYONE HAS A PLACE TO BELONG

IN THIS TOWN, OUR HOME

THAT'S HOW YOU SHOULD SEE…

THAT'S HOW YOU SHOULD SEE…

THAT'S HOW YOU SHOULD SEE THIS TOOOOOWN, OOOUUUUR HOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOME

When the bandshell was complete, Loki looked back at the happy crowd and couldn't help but crack a smile himself. Unfortunately for him, Molly noticed.

"Oh, you're proud to be wrong, aren't you?" Molly asked.

"What? No." Loki denied.

"Well, McGee, I must admit, I'm impressed." Said Mayor Brunson as he walked up to her. He fixed his eyes over at the completed bandshell. "You brought the whole town together and got the bandshell built. So… who's going to play it?"

"Oh!" Molly gasped realizing what she overlooked. "Hey, Loki, wanna be part of the community and…"

"Over my dead body!" Loki replied quickly.

"Well…" Scratch started to say.

"Not another word."