--- October 19th, 2014 - ??? ---

The Quadrant can be seen as it flies in and out from one very specific location, screaming echoing even after their departure.

Down below, on what looks like an asteroid, Three Tall Big Headed Men and an older gentlemen watch as the ship disappears. The three with the big heads, and by big I mean big, were standing around the other man.

They were bald and had pure white eyes.

The older man was sitting on a rock.

The older Truest Believer- Er I mean older man, who was wearing a fishbowl helmet, looked back at the others, "Oh man.. Anyway, before I was so rudely interrupted. At that time, I was a Federal Express man--"

But before he got to continue, The Three Men just started walking away without saying a word. Their giant oversized cape-cloak combo swayed slightly as it covered their whole bodies.

"Hey, Fellas!," The man called out, "Hey, wait, Where ya goin? You were supposed to be my lift home!"

They just continued walking.

"How will I get out of here?!"

But they wouldn't listen to him. 

The man was starting to look frantic. He glanced up toward the giant moon in the sky and looked around to see red gasses floating around in the air.

That gave him an idea..

"Hey! Aw, gee... I've got so many more stories to tell! How about... How about Baldur Odinson, The God of Hope?"

The Three Men come to a near dramatic stop just a few feet away.

They stood there for a moment, gazing perfectly ahead, before turning back to the man sitting on the rock. The man looked at them, Hopeful. But they just stood there staring at him.

Staring..

Watching....

Without any hair or pupils, it's very hard to tell what they could be thinking at this moment.

The man just decided to start Informing The Watchers, "He uh.. was left on Earth when he was born. Joined the war with Steve Rogers. They were both encased in ice and eventually thawed out seventy years later. Joined the Avengers, met his brothers.."

He stopped there.

Perhaps he was giving some information in hopes of convincing The Watchers to give him a lift home for the rest of it. But why are they interested enough in one particular person compared to everything else?

The Three of them turned to look at one another. They nodded lightly one after another.

They turned back to the man in front of them.

Their cloaks open up slightly, just enough for each of their hands to slide through.

The man looks on them confused..

But then they each slowly close their hands into a fist, and then he saw it.

Gently resting on each of their hands was a small grey ring seemingly burnt into the flesh of their middle fingers.

And on each ring was an 'S'.

The symbol for Baldur Odinson..

The symbol for Superman... 

....The symbol for Y/N L/N....

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