"What gives you the right to decide everything for a god!"
"I am a god!"
"The Son of Odin, the greatest sorcerer in the Nine Realms, the God of Mischief!" Loki pointed furiously at John and roared, "Who are you!"
At that, John dispelled his magic.
His wand hand lowered slightly. His smile faded as he said calmly, "Ever since I arrived in this city, you've never tired of asking that question."
"Who am I?"
Yes.
Who exactly are you?
John Wick?
The eldest son of the Wick family?
Or Peter Parker's good godfather?
No, you're none of those.
None of them.
"Who am I?" Murmuring the question, John raised his silver right hand and clenched it hard, as though tearing open the space before him. "I'll tell you, arrogant Asgardian!"
Since you all want to know.
I'll tell you!
Who I am!
"I am called Wong, the one who rules magic!"
Dark clouds gathered overhead, as fickle as a child's expression.
The Chitauri army raced through the sky, their aircraft disrupted and sent plummeting.
"I am the Alchemist, the embodiment of truth and fairness!"
In John's palm, a sapling composed of lines and circles sprouted.
"I am lightning, the undying flame, burning the earth and hanging in the heavens!"
Thunderbolts struck the Chitauri Soldiers about to fly toward the building where Barton stood.
Barton stared in astonishment and asked, "Thor, is that you?"
"It's not me." Thor raised his head. He could sense something was wrong with all of this.
Even the God of Thunder was astounded by that lightning.
"I am the unfading stars, the Dream Master who watches heaven and earth for all eternity!"
At the center of the sky, stars tore open into a river that stretched across the heavens.
They appeared in answer to an