After the brief but rather violent reunion, Steve and I eventually found ourselves sitting on a drifting cloud high above the city, each of us holding a drink while the world below continued on as though nothing unusual had happened.
Steve had gone back to his usual relaxed posture, although I noticed he was still occasionally glancing at me as if he were trying to decide whether he should be annoyed or simply accept that I had become a completely unreasonable existence.
He took a slow sip before releasing a long sigh. "I honestly thought that after the Eternals pulled back, we would finally have some time to breathe. We could relax for a while, take things slowly, maybe even enjoy ourselves before the next disaster arrived."
He turned toward me with a tired expression. "Then you show up after disappearing for three years and casually tell me that the final battle is coming. You really are a headache-causing guy, Billion."
