I thought I was in a good place; No more mutant genocide and no more Destroyer. That is until a certain agent comes with a proposition that I can't say no to. Now, more than ever the world needs a special group of individuals and I just so happen to be one of them. (Continues into the end of The Dark World, dabbles in Agents of Shield, Winter Soldier and eventually Age of Ultron.)

A fresh start was all I needed. Everything was normal...or so I thought. It all began with a swirling vortex in the middle of the dessert, bad driving, and a mysterious man with a big...hammer. (In the middle of a rewrite.)