Time is truly a remarkable thing. Humans live in a single lifetime, which itself stretched and morphed over generations. For me, I watched as humanity grew, developing and interacting with each other on a global scale. As the world slowly became smaller, I found it easier and easier to slip into a life, establishing myself for several years before disappearing and repeating the process.

At first, I was consumed with worry about the Tesseract. Loki had returned only for a few minutes, where I was standing outside that small church. He refused to meet my gaze at first, silently holding out the Tesseract. I tackled him in a hug, throwing my arms around his neck as he stumbled back, laughing before returning the gesture. We walked into the church, hand in hand, and tucked the Tesseract into a small box, fitting it into the intricate carving set into the wall. It was promised to be hidden. It was promised to be safe.

That goodbye held so much more victory than the first, and so much promise for my own future.

Time passed, but its effects reached out far more than life and death. I watched as legacies passed down, each one being further explored until something beautiful emerged as a result. Other times, I watched as humanity tore itself apart, wars being fought that I had no place in.

More than anything, however, I enjoyed interacting with life. I spent far more time in Wakanda for the first several hundred years on Earth, adventuring out for short periods of time before returning. However, as time went on, I found myself moving from country to country, my visits to Wakanda becoming less and less frequent until they stopped altogether. I saw the ages pass, full of varying fashion and lifestyles surrounding the people. I watched as America fought for its freedom, indulged in the Victorian luxuries in the heart of England. I saw the rise and fall of empires, traveling with a shadowy past and bright eyes throughout the world, only stopping to catch my breath before moving on.

Despite everything the world had to offer, I couldn't help but be astounded by America. I would never say it was the most extravagant, or even the most beautiful country. Not by any means. But it held so much life, so much promise, in its people.

It was after the Civil War that I found myself spending more and more time in America. That, beyond anything I had seen before, was what truly showed humanity. A group of people who saw something they believed in and fought against oppression, despite knowing it would be easier to just comply. And I fell in love with it.