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"Alright, I haven't either."
Smiling, Michael took her hand and led her through the corridors, examining the rooms. Most were simple and industrial, but finally, they entered a more spacious room with something resembling a bed.
"These dark elves really don't know how to live." Michael scoffed, then noticed the door closing behind him. Turning, he saw Sif's expression.
Her face showed both shyness and determination.
Michael understood what she wanted. Just as he was about to speak, Sif pressed a finger to his lips.
"Don't talk. If you say anything, I might lose the courage I've gathered. I don't fully understand why I'm doing this, but something in my heart tells me that if I don't, I'll regret it. I used to hate your glib remarks, but now they make me smile. I'm lucky to have met you, and I want to hold onto this luck forever."
With a clink, Sif's armor dropped to the floor, echoing through the room.
Michael could see she was nervous; her armor fell with an awkward loudness. This was a goddess, making a bold decision. As a man, Michael couldn't let her take all the initiative.
"Stop, let me."
Michael said softly, and Sif lowered her head, waiting. She was now completely naked, showing her erotic body to Michael.
Then a night of passionate sex started.
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"Are you awake?"
Michael opened his eyes to Sif's voice.
It was the same question as before, but with a different tone. And last time, Sif had been sitting beside him. Now, she lay next to him.
"Why did you wake up so early? Didn't you want to rest a bit more?" Michael asked softly.
Sif shook her head, "I have to return to Asgard and inform them that the enemy is dead. You…you will come to see me, won't you?"
"Of course. I won't just visit; I promise that soon enough, I'll make it so you can stay with me forever." Michael assured her.
"I'll be waiting for that day." Sif replied with a smile.
After everything was packed up, Michael took Sif's arm and had the dark elf pilot the spaceship to the entrance of the secret passage.
"Shall I take you home?" Michael asked reluctantly.
Sif shook her head with a smile, declining, "No, I can go back by myself. If you send me back, what if the dark elf runs off with the spaceship?"
"I'm going to miss you." He said.
"Me too."
Michael embraced Sif, and they shared a deep kiss. After a long moment, they separated, and Sif turned to walk into the passage.
As Sif's figure disappeared from sight, Michael turned back and instructed the dark elf to show him how to operate the spacecraft while repairing the hatch. After all, his entry had been a bit rough.
Over the next two days, Michael mastered the ship's controls, and the time for the Nine Realms' alignment was almost over. Navigating through the chaos, Michael attempted to return to Earth, but luck wasn't entirely on his side. The first time, he emerged somewhere unknown within the Nine Realms. On his second attempt, he found Earth but had no idea where exactly—only that a sea spread out below him, and in the distance, he saw a bridge connecting to an island.
"Isn't that the Golden Gate Bridge?" He wondered.
The scale reminded him of the Golden Gate Bridge, but it appeared intact. He wasn't sure if it hadn't yet been destroyed by Magneto or had already been rebuilt.
On the Golden Gate Bridge below, traffic moved as usual, but the sudden appearance of a spaceship nearly caused chaos, with people fearing another alien invasion after the recent Battle of New York.
Unbeknownst to him, S.H.I.E.L.D. had already detected the spaceship. Nick Fury felt a familiar sense of dread as he examined the satellite images. The last thing he wanted to deal with was another alien.
"Notify the Avengers. Let's see what this big guy is up to."
The spacecraft hovered steadily over the water, its currents disturbing the sea's surface below.
From the top of the spacecraft, an elevator descended, and as the hatch opened, automatic stairs unfolded. Michael stepped out of the elevator just as a Quinjet approached from a distance, accompanied by a flying figure—Iron Man.
"I knew Iron Man wouldn't retire his suit entirely." Michael smirked as Iron Man flew closer.
"Why is it you?" Tony revealed his faceplate, surprised.
"Why can't it be me?" Michael replied, smiling.
Tony looked from Michael to the spacecraft, "Don't tell me this thing is yours. It's amazing! This can't be Earth's tech—mind if I study it?" He landed next to Michael, eyeing the ship with fascination.
Michael rolled his eyes, "Don't even think about it. This is my trophy. You want to study it? Go get one yourself."
"Oh, come on! We're friends, right? I know tons of supermodels who would love to meet you. How about I throw a big party? All you have to do is let me examine this beauty!" Tony suggested hopefully.
"Hey, can we hold off on reminiscing for a minute?" Captain America called out as he stepped out of the Quinjet, "Tell us what's going on."
"It's just my trophy, not an alien invasion. Let the Director know he can relax." Michael said to Captain America.
"You can tell him yourself."
Captain America handed him a communicator, and Michael took it, hearing Nick Fury's voice on the other end.
"Michael, you're creating quite a stir. First, you form a team, and now you bring back an alien spaceship."
"I couldn't help it—I ended up in the Dark Kingdom and stayed in Asgard for a bit. Oh, and I killed Malekith, the leader of the Dark Elves. This spaceship and the last dark elf are my spoils of war. It's not like anyone else could claim them!" Michael replied, sounding casual.
Nick Fury was momentarily stunned by the information.
"You want to study this spaceship, right? That's impossible!"
"Fine!" Fury sighed, realizing Michael had anticipated his request. The feeling of being one step behind was exasperating, "What's your plan for it? It's massive—where are you going to keep it?"
"Don't worry about it, Fury. I'll take care of it." Michael said, hanging up smoothly.
"If there's nothing else, I'll be on my way. I need to find a place to store this." Michael said to Captain America and Tony. Turning back, he boarded the elevator, and as the spaceship rose, it took off.
The powerful thrust almost blew the Quinjet away.
"This guy!" Captain America muttered in frustration.
"Honestly, I kind of like him." Tony grinned as he watched Michael's exit. With that, he flew off.
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*"Engage stealth mode!"
Once airborne, Michael activated the spacecraft's stealth mode. A flashy entrance was fun, but lingering in public could cause a full-blown panic.
As the ship hung invisible above the city, Michael contacted his team.
Shortly after, Clarice appeared on the spaceship, accompanied by Sarah. It had to be said—Clarice's teleportation ability was impressive. Despite the spaceship's advanced security, her portal slipped through without triggering any alarms.
"Is this… a spaceship?" Clarice and Sarah looked around, clearly amazed.
"Yes, it's a dark elf ship. The guy over there is the last dark elf, a nice specimen if you want to keep one." Michael pointed at the dark elf casually.
Clarice and Sarah eyed the dark elf with curiosity, marveling at seeing an alien for the first time. The dark elf appeared downcast but dared not protest under Michael's gaze.
"This spaceship can be our temporary base. Feel free to pick a room and get settled." Michael said, then turned to Clarice, "How's the search for our base location going?"
"We found a few potential sites." Clarice replied, "But… they feel too ordinary. They're also a bit cramped for what we might need in the future. If we can manage the funds, building an island might be better. I've compiled all the info here." She handed him a document detailing the options.
As he scanned through, Michael noticed a familiar location: an old Stark Industries factory. Spacious and ideal, it was also the future Avengers base in his timeline.
Though he could probably get Tony Stark to hand over the place, Michael decided against it, intrigued by Clarice's idea.
An island!
Creating his own island would give him ample space and privacy—and it would definitely make a statement.