Had Evenson not been born, the black pots of eternity would stretch on like a long night—bring on the blame!
This was really getting ridiculous, every damn black pot was being dumped on my head! Evenson was utterly depressed. He was used to dealing with clever enemies who loved making wild assumptions, but someone like Carol had suddenly appeared, and he really wasn't used to it. Her reflex arc was too short; she seemed capable of nothing but basic conditioned reflexes. What a pain!
Although, when dealing with a Sorcerer, you shouldn't listen to his bullshit—just go up and hit him. Or rather, whenever something bad happened, pin it on a Sorcerer. Pick ten of them, kill nine, and you were guaranteed to miss one. That was practically common knowledge. But S.H.I.E.L.D.'s affairs really had nothing to do with me!
Nothing at all! I merely stood by and pretended not to see, went with the flow and added fuel to the flames, undermined both sides and profited from the middle. What else had I done besides that? How could this possibly be my fault?
"Hydra!" Evenson explained, red-faced. "Hydra brought down S.H.I.E.L.D.!"
"Heh..." Carol froze for a moment, carefully considering what that term meant in her mind, before letting out a cold laugh. "My Earth intelligence may not be very up-to-date—I didn't even know the Soviet Union was gone—but I am an Earthling, after all. So I know Hydra was wiped out long ago. To destroy it, we sacrificed a great hero."
"Steve Rogers?" Evenson thought, Are you seriously this out of touch? The intelligence updates have gone through several editions already. And you're an Earthling? Are you sure you didn't arrive on Earth in a spaceship as a baby, know nothing about your origins, and therefore mistake yourself for