"Long ago, in the far away land of Ancient Greece, there was a golden age of powerful gods and extraordinary heroes, and the greatest and strongest of all these heroes was the mighty Steven. But what is the measure of a true hero? Now, that is what our story is abou-"
"Would you listen to him?" Natasha complained, "He's making the story sound like some Greek tragedy."
"I mean really, lighten up," Bruce nodded in agreement. They were on Mount Olympus, watching Jasper Sitwell, god of something or the other-possibly boredom-was telling a group of bored teenage demi-gods the story of Steven.
"We'll take it from here," Maria smirked, sauntering over and patting Sitwell on the shoulder.
"Fine, you try and make it entertaining, then," Sitwell huffed, and Maria accepted the challenge.
"We are the Muses," she looked out to the teenagers, "God and goddesses of arts, and proclaimers of heroes."
"Heroes like Steven," Bruce added.
"Our story actually begins long before Steven, many eons ago. Back when the world was new, and the planet Earth was down on it's luck," Maria started.
"Gigantic brutes called Chitauri roamed the Earth, and it was a nasty place," Natasha shook her head, "There was a mess wherever you stepped, and hurricanes, earthquakes and volcanoes ruled."
"And then, while Odin slept, Thor stepped in and hurled his thunderbolts," Bruce explained, "He locked the Chitauri up in a vault deep underground, trapping them away forever. Thor tamed the globe, and finally, life on Olympus was smooth."
"Then, Odin and Frigga bore another child, Steven…"