(MARE NUBIUM, LUNA)

" How many times did I tell you that to take down Skyblade for good?! " Megatron condenscendingly raised his voice and heavily pounded his armrest on his throne.

" But my liege..." Soundwave hesitantly replied and humbly bowed his head in shame, expecting to receive such punishment from his superior.

" No buts, Soundwave! Your negligence have led your colleagues' failure! I do not want to let that happen again! I trusted you! "

" My liege, I promise, " the second commander pleaded. " I will do everything to deal with that traitor and locate the Control Stone's whereabouts. Please do not punishment into my demise. "

Megatron's metallic face grimaced and angrily clenched his fists, thinking of brutally hurting his subordinate. He heard his plea and became more annoyed than ever. Soundwave was ready to face his most dreaded punishment which he had seen to his failed comrades facing their fate. Suddenly, the Decepticon King heavily sighed and returned sitting on his throne, remembering his original objective. Soundwave looked intently at his superior and wondered about his action.

" Fine..." he heavily sighed and raised his left hand in interjection. " Soundwave, I want you to spy and search for the holder of that Infinity Stone. Gather some reliable people who can help you in your mission. "

" But what about Skyblade? "

" It will be part of your mission as well. Make sure you can bring me that Infinity Stone before you return. Then, kill Skyblade as soon as you can. "

" Yes, my lord. "

" I expect results from you, Soundwave. I am giving you a second chance in your mission. Make it successful. Don't attempt to fail me. "

" As you wish, Lord Megatron. "

(TWO DAYS LATER: MANHATTAN, NEW YORK CITY)

" On the other news, the Kingdom of Wakanda is now under recovery and rehabilitation after the whole day onslaught done by giant metallic beings who appereared some parts of Africa. No one knows the origins of these beings as this is still under investigation. "

A middle aged blue skinned man in civilian clothes paused his writing and watching a holographic in a busy coffee shop. He leaned his back on the chair and drank a cup of tea as he had a platter of shortbread on his right side of the table. The Kree man looked puzzled and saw the further footages on the flashing device.

Just then, an elderly African-American man with a scanty white hair walked over him and held a cane. Just beside him, there was an Asian looking female life model decoy who was holding a tray with a hot cup of coffee and a sandwich. The Kree curiously turned his attention to the old man.

" Excuse me, young fella. Is this seat taken? " he asked.

" No, sir, " the blue Kree politely answered in a pleasant English accent. " Please take a seat. "

" Thank you, " the old man smiled and sat down when the android waitress carefully served the table. Then, he looked at the flashing television and said, " History surely repeats itself. Several years ago, I have seen so much wars until now. I'm glad I got rid of getting involved after the World War II. "

" You mean the humans fighting against their own kind? "

" Exactly, I was one of them. My entire life was stolen and forced me to serve my country to fight for freedom against the Nazis. "

The blue Kree intently listened to the old man's story as he got interested to learn more. He was about to take his holographic pad and stylus to write the story. The elder looked troubled and became hesitant to continue. The humanoid extraterrestrial sighed and kept his belongings.

" Sir, I apologise if I..."

" Don't make such stories from me, Kid, " he glared and sternly spoke at the Kree. " I don't want to get exposed in the public just like those famous heroes in fancy armors and spandex. I'd better remain myself in private. "

" I'm really sorry if that's bothering you. I promise this conversation is between us. "

" You are a man of your words, " the old man said and took a sip of his coffee. " I hope I will trust you on that. "

" Yes, sir. I can make sure of that, " the Kree assured and nodded. Suddenly, a question sprang up on his mind and asked, " Can you tell me of your experiences? "

" I served the Army when I was younger and got married after my  training. But something came up, I ended up as a subject for the Super Soldier project. Those people who kept me, they never let me see my family and made me a weapon like Captain America to fight the Nazis and rescued those people in the camp. I was a hero, but I lost my normal life. After the war, I had no news about my wife and kids and messed up my years in prison. "

" So, you ended up committing crimes on this planet? "

" Murder and robbery, I'm trying to kill people and steal everything for money to make ends meet. That's what the war turned me into a dangerous man," the old man sadly confessed and sighed. " Kid, I've been living as a good and bad guy for more than fifty years. If you write a story out of me, nobody wll read it. My life ain't special and interesting as anyone else. "

" Sir, I have no intention to harshly criticise your life. Everyone has a different story to tell. Every protagonist in literature is based in reality and art. , " the Kree sincerely smiled and replied. " For me, your experience is an epic adventure, a mixture of gloom and victory. I am pretty sure everyone wants to read or hear a story from you. It's relatable. "

" So, you're a writer then? "

" A novelist, playwright, and news journalist from England, my name's Julius Caesar Shakespeare, " the Kree politely shook hands with the old man. " I am so gobsmacked that I have not introduced myself beforehand! Oh, bloody hell! "

" You don't look from England. You're..."

Julius uneasily grinned and never wanted to mention his from a distant planet and a galaxy. He took a bite of short bread to finish it, emptied his cup of tea, and thought of making an excuse. The old man waited for him to speak up and dubiously raised his eyebrows.

" I was born with a genetic disorder which something to do with a unique skin coloration, " Julius chuckled and lied. " You think I am from outer space?! For heaven's sakes, I have been living on Earth for several years! I have just come all the way from London, doing some correspondent work at the Daily Bugle! I am so grateful to be acquainted and hear such a marvelous story from you! You must be? "

" Isaiah Bradley, " the old man introduced himself and repeated the same friendly gesture from the Kree-Englishman, brushing off his doubt and suspicion. " It's nice to meet you too, Julius. I'm sorry if I sound harsh to you. "

" It's all right, Mr. Bradley. I have a wonderful time talking to you. "

" Same here, it looks like you have been around the world and getting such stories. "

" Indeed, sir. Ten years ago, I wrote a fictional story that's based from the entire two week global invasion. Mr. Bradley, this is for free. If you buy in the bookstore, it will be expensive, " Julius joked and smiled. He wrote a dedication and signed on the first blank page of the book. Then, he handed Bradley a hard bound novel when the old man inspected it, looked at the cover and its pages.

" This is fine book you wrote there, Kid, " Bradley felt pleased and read the dedication letter. " Thank you so much, I will read this! "

" You're welcome. "

While conversing with the former World War II veteran, there were two men in black suits entered the establishment. They seemed talking and finding some vacant seats. A ginger haired owl Faunus man and his grey haired humanoid partner found a spot two seats away from the Kree-Englishman and the elderly African-American. Julius paused talking and changed his facial expression into a serious and hostile one. Mr. Bradley noticed the blue skinned man's silence and got curious of the sudden change of mood.

Agent Zeta looked at the Kree in surprise and never expected to meet him. The former Decepticon became daunted and speechless. He fully understood that his former friends and colleagues had done a horrible catastrophe on planet Hala several eons ago. His partner Agent IS was pertubed and scratching his chin.

" Yo, Zeta, what's going on?! " the owl Faunus curiously asked. " Is there something wrong? "

" IS, that Kree man is provoked to see me, " Zeta anxiously spoke, bowed his head in shame, and avoided in staring at him.

" Why? "

" It's so hard to explain. I guess it's not the right time to tell everything. "