Steve stood before the door of the familiar house once he frequently visited before, but everything had been changed after the fact of superhumans. He hadn't visited here for many years, despite the familiarity.
Ding, dong*
He pressed the doorbell and waited for the owner to show up. He was expecting his familiar face, possibly thinking for his talk with him.
Clank*
Pepper peeked outside with a calm face. She looked at Steve and saw the notes in his hand, guessing what he was thinking. She sighed with a gentle voice and opened the door.
" Get in. I don't know what he will say, but you have to prepare for the worst answer. Don't get me wrong, I am totally against your so-called research."
Pepper said, inviting him into the house. Unlike the extravagant mansion before, this house was more cozy and warm due to its small size. Steve looked around and saw the picture of a family where Arthur, Tony, Pepper, Eliza, and his other family members were smiling in the picture. He saw the bright smile on Tony's face and how he was treating Arthur in the photo.
" We took it a long time ago. Perhaps, a year ago."
Tony said, bringing tea from the kitchen. He was much calmer and matured after his rage. The frail body of his was nowhere to be found as his body was jacked.
" If my guess is right, you are here for Arthur's space technology."
Tony spoke while handing out a flash which was encoded by him. He knew what Steve was searching, for and he didn't oppose it. However, that didn't mean he wanted to help him.
" We think Pym particle can allow us to time travel, and we need your help for that. All other scientists couldn't fully grasp his knowledge since he had mixed his technology with plenty of fields. You know his research better than anyone in this world."
Steve persuaded Tony while trying to point the main problem. However, Tony didn't agree with him.
He simply shook his head and took a bite from the cookie on the plate. His eyes were filled of nostalgia.
" Do you know what Arthur had told me before my birthday? He wanted me to live like a normal person instead of a hero. He said I had to take care of my family and move on without any regret."
Tony said, showing a serious face. Although he wanted to bring him back, the cost would be terrible. Perhaps he might even lose his life in that battle. Therefore, he decided to protect his remaining family.
" I understand, Tony. If you change your mind, my door will always open for you."
Steve said, getting up from the sofa. He felt a little lonely in his heart because most of the old heroes were either tired or retired back to their home. They had no desire to battle again after witnessing the death of Arthur.
Shove*
Tony put a bag of cookies in his pocket and smiled.
" Arthur loved this cookie. Bring it with you. It is my last goodwill toward you."
He said, showing his determination to retire. Steve understood his words and nodded with a gentle look.
5 years had passed since the war. People were used to their new lives as most of them moved on. They bitterly accepted the truth of their losses and decided to live their lives.
Signal*
A vampire was walking in the alley while wiping blood from his mouth. The so-called one of the safest cities on Earth was now changed completely thanks to the emergence of new era villains.
" Huu, that girl's blood was tasty as I thought. Should I grab some beer before going to my apartment?"
The vampire laughed, imagining his next victim in his head. As one of the new rogue vampires, he was drunk on the pleasure of hunting and living in luxury. The council couldn't track his footsteps thanks to the rebellion forces of the dark society.
Step*
Suddenly, he heard footsteps behind. He could feel the two figures, and a cold sweat broke out when he felt their bloodlust.
" Oh my, we have got one more rat, Blade."
A tall blue woman spoke while stroking her bracelets with amusement. She was looking at the cold black man who was glaring at the vampire.
" I will clean this quickly. We need to find the traces of European forces."
Blade said, drawing his sword from its sheath. With a single slash, the head rolled on the ground and blood dyed the bricks.