The weather gradually turned cooler. While people were still reminiscing about the blazing summer, autumn arrived gracefully on bleak, chilly winds. Pedestrians on the streets traded their clothes for long sleeves and scarves.
Sean leaned back on the sofa. The huge, empty room was utterly quiet. The shut-in loli who usually chattered nonstop had grudgingly slung on her little backpack and gone to school with the arrival of the new term. He was the only one left at home—giving the place the bleak air of a lonely old man left behind.
He quickly shook his head, tossing that bizarre thought aside. As he listened to the Eagles' "Hotel California" playing through the home sound system, Sean gradually calmed down. Since his first contact with S.H.I.E.L.D., that Black director hiding countless secrets seemed not to have made any unnecessary moves. His trusted assistant, Agent Coulson, and Agent Hawkeye had gone to New Mexico.
After Tony Stark recovered his health, he had also become interested in the Avengers Initiative proposed by Nick Fury. In that playboy's eyes, forming the world's most powerful team of Superheroes sounded like quite an entertaining thing to do—at the very least, it could kill some boring time.
Thinking about the Asgardians who would soon arrive on Earth, Sean could not help feeling tempted. That powerful civilization had once ruled the Nine Realms, defeated the Dark Elves, driven out the Frost Giants, and extended its authority across the Nine Realms...
It had to be said that Asgard had enjoyed an extraordinarily glorious golden age. To Sean, it was a key that could open humanity's path into the universe. But when he thought of the renowned Odin, he could only bury that idea for the time being.
"There will be an opportunity someday." Sean's thoughts drifted along with the