Ten Years of Steel and Flame
Peggy Carter trained where mortals were never meant to stand.
Under Scáthach, she learned death—
how to read intent before motion,
how to strike without hesitation,
how to fight beings stronger than herself and still win.
Under Sif, she learned war—
formation, battlefield awareness,
the difference between rage and resolve,
how to stand when gods fall.
Every dawn began with combat.
Every night ended with meditation beneath Yggdrasil's shadow.
Her Phoenix-Bound Sovereign Vanguard Bloodline burned brighter with each passing year.
By the end of the tenth year—
Peggy Carter: Surface Level — Peak
No instability.
No borrowed strength.
Pure, earned power.
Asgard Watches a Mortal Rise
Odin watched her spar with Thor.
Thor was not holding back.
Peggy met thunder with precision—redirecting, grounding, countering.
The clash cracked stone.
When it ended, Thor stood still, stunned.
"…She fights like a god," he said quietly.
Loki folded his arms, eyes sharp.
"No. She fights like someone who knows gods."
Frigga smiled knowingly.
"She chose this path. That makes all the difference."
Odin nodded once.
"Alexander chose well."
Sisterhood Beyond Blood
Peggy blended seamlessly with Alex's wives.
She trained with Scáthach, debated magic theory with Morgan, laughed with Galacta, sparred endlessly with Sif, endured Jeanne Alter's sharp tongue, and listened quietly when Hera spoke of endurance.
She never tried to compete.
She simply stood.
And that earned respect faster than power ever could.
Back to Midgard
Peggy returned to New York.
To the SSR.
To the world that forged her before gods ever noticed her.
She worked missions.
She led agents.
She fought shadows that didn't know what hunted them.
HYDRA never realized why operations failed around her.
They only knew:
areas near Peggy Carter became dead zones.
Alex watched from afar.
Always.
A Farewell Between Friends
Before leaving Midgard, Alex met Howard Stark one last time.
They shared a drink in Howard's office.
"So," Howard said, swirling the glass, "off to change the universe again?"
Alex smiled faintly.
"No. Just living in it."
Howard studied him, then extended a hand.
"Take care, my friend."
Alex clasped it firmly.
"You too, Howard. The future is… bright."
Howard laughed. "You always say things like that."
Alex turned away before Howard could ask more.
Some truths were not meant for mortals.
The System Never Sleeps
Before leaving Midgard, Alex signed in.
System Notice: Sign-In Successful
Rewards Acquired:
Majority & minority shares across multiple emerging corporations Rare and forbidden magic tomes Vast reserves of gold and U.S. dollars High-grade Uru Metal Rare Midgardian cultural artifacts (comics)
Alex stored them without reaction.
Power was no longer the prize.
Time was.
Departure
Alex left Midgard quietly.
No thunder.
No flame.
Only a promise.
Peggy stood on a rooftop that night, feeling the world hum beneath her feet.
She knew he was gone.
And she knew—
He would return.