Final Chapter: It Turns Out This Was Marvel

"I failed. I still failed."

Marvel's World War II timeline, the German battlefield after brutal bloodshed and struggle.

As far as the eye could see, the hills and bases had been bombed into wasteland, blackened and scorched. Soldiers' corpses and wreckage lay everywhere, their blood staining the earth dark red. The air was thick with the choking stench of gunpowder and blood.

A shield-bearing man covered in blood lay atop an overturned tank. If not for his iconic Captain America uniform, no one would have been able to identify him.

That was right. He was Captain America Steve Rogers, from the future timeline.

In pursuit of the vanished Kyle and the Space Primordial Stone, he had used up the Pym Particles meant for his return journey, tracing time all the way back until his final stop brought him to the dark era of World War II.

Unfortunately, there was still no sign of Kyle here.

Because Marvel's history differed, he had been unable to find the Space Primordial Stone either, and there was no clue whatsoever regarding the Pym Particles—

He had failed.

This time, he had truly failed.

His left hand drooped, still holding the Vibranium Round Shield. Steve gasped heavily as he stared at the gray sky washed by smoke and fire, an uncontrollable wail of grief erupting within him.

He blamed himself for failing to obtain the Space Primordial Stone and letting down the Avengers' expectations.

But what hurt him even more was that he truly might never see Kyle again.

The man who had always walked ahead of him since the American military base. The man who had told him that their names would surely resound across the world. The man who had carried an invincible bearing, both before and after Steve had been frozen in