A Lost Relic
Knew what?” Everyone’s gaze was on the older of the two Brooklynders now.
“This is why we need to find the Sword.”
“So what if,” Rockett countered, “some little guys you blew to oblivion a decade ago, gets it?”
“They’re not little any more.”
Everyone turned as one to the new interrupter, Thor.
The previous king of Asgard was greeted by all with both surprise and relief.
“I thought you were still stuck in space,” Drax stated.
“Hydra has pieced itself back together. They have rebuilt their arms, and a few bases also. Others are being built and secured even as we speak.”
Steve inquired if they had found a new leader yet. Thor had no idea. He said he had gotten most of this information from the apparently new leader of the wizards on earth.
Strange paced the halls, not really sure what to do.
The remnant of the Avengers had been up to something, And that cursed Loki. He had lost his whereabouts, again.
A noise down the hall disturbed his thoughts, swiftly he turned on his heel and walked to the ajar door where the noise had come from.
Wong was in the library, evidently desperately searching for something.
“What are you doing,” Strange inquired, not exactly caring, yet a little curious of the unusual agitation that his fellow sorcerer was showing.
“I thought I said I was not to be disturbed for the next five hours!”
“Well, maybe you shouldn’t leave the door open. What are you looking for anyway?”
“It’s none of your business.”
For a few moments Strange leant against the doorway, then turned away.
“When was the last time you were in here?”
Strange spun around at the strange sound of this question.
“ Yesterday. Why?”
“Where is it?”
'Where’s what?’
“The sword.”
“What sword?”
“Did you find a sword here yesterday?”
“If it’s such a precious relic you really should keep it in a case at least,” Strange stalled, taken aback by the force of the question.
“Where is it?’
This time the threat in the question was unmistakable.
“You really think I stole it?”
There was a moment of silence into which the tension of two such opponents both awaiting an oncoming battle, contained.
Strange’s voice was icy cold, almost threatening:
“Why would I have a reason to steal a relic?”
Wong gave way. “Then we need to find the sword before it falls into the wrong hands.”
He exited the library followed by Strange.
The latter pelted his companion with a few more questions on the subject, but Wong just simply ignored him, he made a portal to the Avengers tower. Strange followed, it closed behind.
“There was nothing,” Steve informed.
Wong had just queried if another attempt had been made to find the sword.
“When did you last search for it?”
“Yesterday,” Quill responded.
“Where?”
“Morag, Knowhere,” then seeing the expression on both of the sorcerers’ faces he added, “What, do you have a better idea?”
Sensing the growing tension, Steve again stepped in, and embarked on a crew that was gathered for a third search for the Sword.
As they stepped through another portal returning to the Sanctum Santorum, in search for the sword once more, Strange could not shake a feeling of unknown guilt