The Avengers had quite a few people, and with S.H.I.E.L.D.'s senior agents added in, there were even more.
Everyone watched the construction site outside the spacecraft windows with hope in their eyes. That was probably the charm of great voyages of discovery. Though it was an unfamiliar planet, an empty stretch of land with nothing on it meant endless possibilities instead.
They all had their own ideas, such as what buildings should go where, what kind of roads should be built, and where a park might be suitable.
With so many people talking at once, this was hardly a serious meeting. Tony handled everyone's requests with ease, tossing out jokes now and then that kept the atmosphere lively.
But at times like this, antiques like the Captain and Bucky somehow got squeezed into a corner of the room. The two sat together on a crate, dozing absentmindedly.
It couldn't be helped. Both of them had grown up poor in Brooklyn and had barely received any proper schooling as children. Although Godfather made sure they never lacked food or clothing and was willing to keep paying for their education, they had family to support too. They couldn't exactly have their whole families living off Godfather for free, could they?
The overall economy had been poor in those days. Even though both their fathers worked at the docks, there was not much work to be had, so their wages only covered the basics. Besides, in the 1930s, it was not fashionable to study and become an intellectual. Teenagers were expected to start working early.
Later, World War II came along, and the two brothers enlisted.
After World War II ended, one became a part-time comic artist while the other went to China to train in the mountains. Neither pursued any further academic