Chapter 4

Napi knew who he was dealing with but oh he was having so much fun. Fun he hadn't had in ages. The chase ended in Wyoming as the two tricksters and their companions stop on top of Devil's Tower. It was a fitting place to end it.

Sif was slightly winded from the climb up as the others just jumped or flew up there. She was a bit miffed because of it. She usually wasn't so tired from anything but the Earth was not like it once was. She just to the top of Devil's Tower to see Loki wheezing and breathing heavier then even she was, hands on his knees as Napi was setting up a tea kettle as his wife, Old Woman seemed to preparing a meal.

Sif bite back a chuckle because she knew Loki wouldn't appreciate it, but also since he had to use all his cunning and magic to chase after Napi. He came close a few times, but the witty Native American trickster got out of the traps easily. He knew the Earth like the back of his hand. Loki had been away for too long.

Still she took pleasure from Loki's heavy breathing and glaring as his older brother accepted a mug of dark tea from Napi. They got rid of the muzzle a few days into the chase. Surprising Loki was well behaved during the whole thing. Having to match wits against a fellow trickster boosted his spirits like no other one could do. Sif expect that Thor knew that.

"Why do you chase me across my country Silvertongue? We settled our rivalry many, many centuries ago. I am not pleased at your actions of late. Even if you were tainted, you still have much to make up for."

Napi shot the wordless Loki with a sharp disapproval look. Loki in turn transformed into his regular getup sneering back, tilting his head towards his quiet brother.

Thor set down the drained mug even if tea wasn't his drink of choice, he wouldn't offend the person he needed answers from. "Napi, it is I that is in need of your help. I requested my brother's help in search of you. I am glad."

Napi and his wife suddenly transformed into dark birds, not ravens, but of the same family. "I have no need to speak to you about anything. Your kind left the world to its own devices a long time ago and war from the stars touched our shores. If war comes again, you will answer for it Asgardians." The look in the usually kind eyes of Napi was bitterly cold.

Just as the two were about to take off, Sif spoke up. "Even if it concerns a Steve Trevor?"

Napi transformed so fast his feathers blurred. "What do you know of a dead man or boy in this case?"

"Steve Trevor has been touched by a demigod's power lightening, like my own, but different. He came through the bi-frost, hitching a ride. He's here. I seek you out because of this. He knows you or a you. Chief he called you in his memories that I could access. The demigod's power knew of you."
Napi nodded slowly as his wife left. "I know the incident in which you speak. I'll come."

Loki was speechless then exploded as Sif moved to contain him with the muzzle, but Napi held up a hand. "Then why did you make me chase you for almost three months?! I had better things to do!"

Napi looked at his fellow trickster with determination who wanted to avert his eyes, but didn't. "Because young one when you were ensnared in Thanos's grasp you forgotten who you were. Your magic and mind and soul were so twisted that you forgot what you could do, of who you should be, who you can be. You forgot the people who love you even if you shunned part of yourself." Napi smiled gently at the look on Loki's face. "Yes I know you are adopted, but that does not matter. Magic sings in your veins. If you harnessed all of yourself."

Napi gave a savage grin. "You could work wonders. Now take me to Steve, my brother shared his memories of this man. I need to see if they are still true."

Loki yelled mentally to Napi as Thor swung his hammer to gather speed to go back to New York. 'You didn't answer my question!' Sif winced at the loud mental call, still a bit of the silvertonuge despite the muzzle.

"Your mother of course. After all who else would I trade healing techniques with?" Napi smirked as once again Loki was left speechless, at the depth of love his mother had for him and perhaps his brother.

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Trevor's hands were shaking so hard it was amazing that the plane wasn't shaking as well. He breathed a sigh of relief when he landed at the tiny airport. Trevor made a mental note to let someone fly them back. If he was this nervous before he saw his old house, he didn't know if he could fly back safely after he saw it.

Trevor was quiet as they turned onto the well worn dirt road that led to his old home. He haven't seen it for years. It seemed that the owners were out for the day, which he was grateful for. He didn't want to see who bought his house, his home.

Steve and Clint was equally quiet. Clint was more understanding then Steve since he grew up in the farmlands of the mid-west as well but in Iowa and knew the unspoken beauty of the place. Steve was not as understanding, Trevor found himself holding back a chuckle as Steve stared at a common place farm equipment baffled as Clint patiently explain to the city boy what exactly that tractor piece did.

As Clint was explaining more, Trevor slipped around the back of the house and headed to a secret plot of land that he prayed still existed. He had to swallow hard at the small grave plot he found. Trevor knelt down next to his younger self's grave that was to the side of his parents. His eyes lingered on his parents gravestone as he said,

"I, I made it back mom, dad. It took awhile but the war was won. I came home." Trevor's voice broke as unchecked tears flowed in streams down his face. He gripped his hand to his headstone so tightly it almost broke the skin.

Trevor cried for hours or at least it was that way to him. A crunch of dry grass made him look up to see Steve kneel beside him. "I never got to say goodbye. I never got to hold my mom again. Never got to share stories with my dad. I have no one left who knows me or my story. I'm adrift on a endless sea without a shore to go back too." Trevor's voice was bitter and raw.

Steve recognized the look on Trevor's face, it echoed his many times when he was alone and could just be Steve Rogers and not Captain America. It was the look of a man who would, if possible, to get back to where they once were, no matter what the cost.

Steve found himself speaking. "You're not alone. You have us, Clint, Natasha, heck Bruce and Tony if you ever get to meet the guy. You have me."

Trevor laughed, but it was a bitter, almost broken sound. "Oh I have you all don't I? All of you didn't know my world, there are similarities to it yes, you have some knowledge, but unlike you fellow man out of time, I'm out of my universe, you at least know what has happened to your people. I have no one. No blood relatives to speak of, nothing to tie me to this place. No memories to cheer me up when I'm down. Nothing to say that I lived here, but a small forgotten grave on a farm that isn't even in my family anymore."

Steve found himself mentally buying Natasha a whole New York style cheesecake, any topping she wanted. She was right, dang her.

"Um well not exactly." Steve said awkwardly handing Trevor the envelope that he had carried all this way.

Trevor took the offering and tossed it onto his grave, not caring about whatever was in the envelope but his eyes widened as photos of his parents with a young girl who had Steve's features beamed up at him scattered on it.

Trevor carefully gathered the photos and looked at them carefully and what they said on the back. He glanced up at the silent but hopeful looking Steve.

"Nephew?" Trevor said calmly as he gently put the photos back into envelope and stood up, face still stained with tears.

Steve got up as well saying, "Yes." He did not expect the sudden punch to his face. It almost knocked him on his ass.

Trevor dropped the photos that Clint who came up just as Steve got punched, caught them as Trevor cradled his hand and swore.

He carefully made sure his hand wasn't broken. "You jerk! How long have you known that we were related?! What the heck man? But you definitely have my blood running through your veins or at least our thick skulls. Dang man. I wondered why you looked like grandpa, beardless. Did you know about this Clint?"

"If I tell you a secret will you drop the subject?" Clint asked hopefully, he didn't want to get hit.

He got a glare in response. "Ok so yes, but Natasha told me, and I looked at the blood work. We should have told you much earlier but someone was mopping that his favorite nephew got new friends to say anything." Clint pointy stared at Steve's back as he walked ahead of the two towards the car rubbing his face. Trevor even without super soldier serum packed a punch.

They were interrupted from getting into the car from the old couple who owned the place came back and got suckered into tea and cookies once they figured out who they were hosting. It was a long two hours for Clint, a long two hours. The two blood relatives soaked up the old town news and what became of the family farm eagerly. The stuff in the attic was the icing on the cake for them.

Later, Clint leaned across to Steve who was piloting as Trevor was gleefully or at least with bitter sweetness dug through the old cardboard box that surprisingly the old couple who bought the farm, kept since they figured that someone might be back for it, and said "It's your own fault. I think I see a black eye forming."

Steve glared at the windshield in response.

Clint snickered.