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2014, New York (normal universe) – A few months after the fall of S.H.I.E.L.D. The night had fallen over New York, the last light of day disappearing behind the horizon. Snowflakes covered the stone pavement Steve walked on, his feet leaving footsteps in the freshly fallen white powder. The cold was slowly nesting into the super soldiers’ bones, but he paid no attention to the shivers that were going down his spine.      He had his hands tucked inside the pockets of his coat, his fingers clenching into a fist. He could feel the edges of a drive cut into his skin, reminding him of the events of today.      He had spent the entir

Joker glanced over at the clock that hung in the corner of the Normandy’s bridge display. 25:21, Standard Galactic Time. Shepard had been in the comm room for almost ten minutes with the Council. That was eight minutes longer than he had expected, nine considering she hadn’t started swearing yet, and nine minutes and thirty seconds seeing how her voice was still at an acceptable level for the prissy members of Council. He spun his chair around, getting a clear view of the CIC. A small group of the crew had formed near the comm room, split into two small groups on either side of the partition, all listening in on her conversation