A/N I do not own the avengers or guardians or anything marvel related! I just wanna say sorry for anyone following the story about my absence. And sorry that this is a prologue, I felt like the story needed it. Thanks, BriniestBird7. Ps 2018 is when all this jazz takes place.

"Captain Rogers." A tall woman with light blonde hair and blue eyes said as Steve Rogers himself stepped out of the Wakandan plane.

The UN finally got rid of the Sokovia Accords after T'Challa, Thor, and various other world leaders made their distaste for them known. The United States government however has decided to build the homes of the "Rouge Avengers", right next to Tony Stark's.

Steve followed the woman to a black Jeep and sat on the passenger side. He noticed she seemed nervous, but she was trying to hide it. She was hiding it badly, but she was trying.

"Here will be your home, do with it as you will." The woman said, stopping the Jeep next to a cozy, Colonial style house.

"I'm sorry by the way." She said, brushing her hair out of her face.

"For what?"

"For the whole getting kicked out of America and becoming a war criminal thing." She said all in one breath.

"Thank you." He said, "and your name is?"

"Grace Dalton."

"Nice to meet you Miss Dalton."


"Korg could you do me a favor?" Thor asked as he walked down the halls of the palace.

"Yeah man, what do you want?"

"I was wondering if you could distract Val for me today." He asked.

"Yeah man, why?"

"It's a surprise, no one but me and Heimdall know about it."

"But if I'm part of it then shouldn't I know too?"

"Korg it's not important what it is it's just important that you keep Val occupied"

"By doing what?"

"It doesn't matter." The god of thunder said, loosing his patience.

"Alright man." Korg walked off and Thor sighed, he felt a tap on his shoulder and turned to face his brother.


"What is it that you're doing, Thor?"

"It's none of your business."

"But I'm your brother, shouldn't I be in on the little secret?"

"Doesn't matter, you'll find out later."

"You're going to propose aren't you?" He asked, Thor became pale.

"How did you find out?"

"New Asgard just became a country and it's not likely for you to leave it at a time like this. Also everyone can see that you love, Valkyrie and you wish to wed her. Also I'm your brother, I know you."

Thor cursed his brother, why'd he have to be so observant? Of course any logical king wouldn't leave his newly established kingdom to buy something! Unless that something was big, like an engagement ring. Norns!

After baffling his brother, Loki walked around the streets as people stared at him. Although he had changed a few people were still afraid of him, but who could blame them? He certainly couldn't.

A woman rounded the corner and ran into him.

"Sorry." She said, Loki knew who she was, long red hair and dazzling green eyes, it was Gala. Who was, Gala you might ask, well, Loki knew her as the woman on the spaceship.

Loki walked into the viewing room on the vessel only to hear the muffled sound of crying. He stood still as though not to disturb the wailing lady.

"I know someone's there." She said, not even looking up.

"I'm sorry, I can go."

"No. Just stay, I'll go." She was about to stand up but Loki walked toward her and put his hand on her shoulder.

"It's fine."

She placed her feet on the bench she was sitting on and tucked her head into her legs. Loki turned to leave but then she said simply,

"Stay, I don't want to be alone."

Knowing the feeling all to well he sat next to her, she didn't look at him and he was glad. If she knew who he was she might want him gone.

"I'm sorry if I've made you uncomfortable." She whispered.

"It's quite alright." He said awkwardly, normally people weren't this straightforward with him.

"It's just my brother died during Ragnarok and while that was 3 days ago... I guess I haven't fully grieved."

"3 days isn't long at all, it's alright to still be grieving." He said, remembering his mother.

They sat in silence, Loki looking at the stars and remembering his parents. They would have loved the view.

"Well thank you for staying." She smiled, "I'm Gala."

She looked up, extending her hand then stopped.

"Your majesty!" She jumped up and curtsied, which was odd given she was wearing a white robe.

"No please, Gala-"

"I'm sorry for bothering you."

"No, it's alright." This was what he was afraid of, someone leaving because he was the god of mischief.

"Look I'm not going to hurt you." But by the time he said that she was running away.

"Your majesty, I'm sorry." She said, tucking her hair behind her ear.

"It's fine."

"Gala," He said, "why did you leave on the ship?"

"Your majesty,"

"Please call me, Loki."

"Loki, do we have to talk about that now?"


She sighed,

"I left because you were royalty."

"What?" He was not expecting that, "Wait, it's not because I'm the god of mischief?"

"No, you obviously changed. You helped us at Ragnarok."

"Oh, well royalty is just like everyone else."

"Oh, well thank you. I should be getting home, these flowers aren't going to put themselves in a vase."

"Can I help you?" He asked quickly, maybe it was the fact that she wasn't prejudice towards him because of his past or the fact that she was the most beautiful woman he had ever seen, but Loki just felt like he needed to help her.

"Sure." Gala blushed, she had to admit, although never to his face, that that night on the ship she trusted him. She didn't know why but she felt safe with him and she did in part leave because he was royalty but mainly because she couldn't believe that the kind man was also the one who saved her life.

They walked down the dirt streets, both of them blushing. Loki forgot all about his brothers plans, all he could think about was her.


"Scott, no, you cannot get my dad a gag gift for our wedding gift bags."

"But it'll only be his, like a welcome to the Lang family present!"

"What do you think, Cassie?" Hope asked, Cassie giggled.

"I don't think you should do it." She said.

"Come on peanut. I thought you'd agree with me! I'm the worlds greatest grandma!" Cassie laughed.

"Scott, it's just that my dad was hesitant to even let us get married, he doesn't trust people you know, and this will send him overboard."

Scott sighed, Hope was right as always. The wedding would be perfect anyway, with Hope as the beautiful bride, Cassie as the flower girl, Hank walking Hope down the aisle, Kurt, Dave and Luis as his best men. It would be magical, like closeup card magic.

Luckily Janet liked him so one for two.


"Anthony Stark." Pepper yelled at him.

"Pepper!" He said, fake excitedly.

"Tony, what's wrong?"

"My ex-friends are now my neighbors."


"No, it's fine Pep."

"Maybe you should talk to Steve."

"How about I talk to Wanda or, Natasha."

"You already did."


"Already talked to Bruce."

"Dammit." He said quietly.

"Tony, nothing will change if you don't talk to him. Regardless we're having twins, he's bound to see them and we don't want them to hate, Steve."

"They won't hate Steve, they'll be afraid of him."


"Fine Pep, fine."


"After Peter's graduation."

"Anthony Stark."

So now, Tony Stark found himself in front of Steve Rogers, attempting to make amends over something he saw as good.

"It's alright, Tony." Steve smiled.


"I forgive you, you did what you thought was right and stuck by it. I respect that."

"Oh, thanks, Spangles."

"Oh and uhh, Tony."


"Congrats on the twins, my moneys on boys."

"Same here, don't know what I'd do with a girl. I'd be too paranoid to function."