Marvel: Silver Hand

Alexander stood at the edge of the Bifrost, the shimmering bridge of light stretching endlessly into the cosmos. Heimdall stood before him, his golden eyes piercing through time and space, his grip firm on his mighty sword.

"You have returned victorious from Jotunheim," Heimdall said. "But I suspect you wish to return to Midgard."

Alexander nodded. "Yeah. It's time."

Heimdall studied him for a long moment, then shook his head. "You know I cannot send you without the All-Father's approval."

Alexander sighed. He had expected that.

He turned away and soared into the sky, heading straight for the Royal Hall where Odin resided. The golden spires of Asgard's grand palace glowed beneath him as he landed at the entrance.

Inside, Odin sat upon his throne, Gungnir resting across his lap, his piercing eye watching as Alexander approached.

"You wish to leave," Odin stated rather than asked.

Alexander stood firm. "Yes. I have things to do on Earth."

Odin leaned back, studying him. "You are bound to Asgard now, Alexander. You are one of us. But I will not keep you prisoner. You may go… but when I summon you, you must return immediately."

Alexander nodded. "Understood."

Odin waved his hand in dismissal. "Then go."

Without another word, Alexander turned and left, making his way back to the Bifrost.

---

The journey through the Bifrost was swift, and moments later, Alexander landed in the frozen peaks of Snow Valley, standing once more before the three graves of his family.

Snow covered the mounds of earth, untouched by time.

For a long moment, he just stood there, staring at the names etched into the stone markers.

Sophia Athos.

Clara Smith.

Baby Athos.

His mother, his aunt, and his baby sister.

"I avenged you," Alexander said softly. His breath misted in the cold air.

"But it doesn't bring you back."

Celebrimbor remained silent in his mind. There were no words to ease this pain.

After a long pause, Alexander knelt and pressed his palm against the cold stone of his mother's grave.

"I'll keep going for you and for dad," he whispered.

Then, with a deep breath, he rose into the sky, leaving the past behind.

---

Alexander arrived at Massachusetts Academy, but rather than flying directly in, he landed in the dense forest nearby.

Using his wraith speed, he blurred through the trees, slipping through the school undetected until he reached Emma's office.

He sat down in her chair and waited.

After a few hours, the door swung open, and Emma stepped inside, her platinum blonde hair framing her face perfectly.

She froze.

Her blue eyes widened in disbelief.

"Alexander?"

He smirked. "Miss me?"

Before he could say anything else, Emma rushed forward and hugged him tightly.

"You're alive," she whispered.

Alexander chuckled. "Did you think I was dead?"

She pulled back slightly, looking at him with a mix of relief and frustration. "You disappeared. No messages. No warning."

"I was in Asgard," he said simply.

Emma's eyes narrowed. "You expect me to believe that?"

Alexander summoned his armor, the molten Uru metal glowing with fiery cracks, radiating intense heat.

Emma instinctively took a step back, shielding herself from the heat.

"Holy shit," she whispered.

Then he dismissed it and summoned Eldhringr, the divine discus glowing like a miniature sun in his palm.

She stared at the divine weapon, mesmerized.

"You weren't lying," she muttered.

Alexander smirked. "Told you."

They sat and talked for hours, catching up. He told her about his time in New York and Asgard, his battles, his new powers, and the war against Loki's army.

After a while, Emma smirked.

"You know," she said, twirling a lock of hair around her finger, "we should celebrate your return."

Alexander raised an eyebrow. "Celebrate how?"

Emma walked over to him, leaned in close, and whispered, "You. Me. Tonight."

His heart pounded.

Emma smirked, grabbed his hand, and led him toward her bedroom.

The door closed behind them.

---

Alexander woke up to the soft morning light streaming through the windows.

Emma was already awake, standing near the window, fully dressed in her white suit.

Celebrimbor's voice echoed in his mind.

"Enjoyed yourself?"

Alexander groaned. "Shut up."

Celebrimbor laughed.

Emma turned, smirking. "Finally awake?"

Alexander stretched, feeling sore in the best way possible.

Emma handed him a passport and an ID.

"You'll need these if you're going back to New York," she said.

Alexander glanced at the name. Everything was perfect—a clean slate, a new identity.

Emma crossed her arms. "So, what's next for you?"

Alexander thought about it.

There was crime everywhere in New York City.

And he had unfinished business.

"I think it's time for the Silver Hand to return," he said.

Emma laughed. "Oh, so you're actually keeping that name?"

"It's growing on me," Alexander admitted.

Emma smirked. "Then I suppose I'll see you in the news."

Alexander chuckled. "Yeah, you probably will."

---

That evening, before Alexander left, Emma invited him to dinner.

They went to a quiet restaurant in Snow Valley, enjoying food, wine, and conversation.

For a moment, Alexander felt normal.

But deep down, he knew he wasn't.

After dinner, they returned to the academy. Emma led him back to her room.

"I suppose you'll be leaving soon," she said, tilting her head.

Alexander nodded. "Tomorrow morning."

Emma smirked. "Then let's make the most of tonight."

She pulled him inside, closing the door behind.

---

The next morning, Alexander stood at the gates of the academy.

Emma stood beside him.

She looked at him for a long moment before pulling him into one last kiss.

"Stay safe, Alexander."

He smirked. "I don't do safe."

Then, with a burst of speed, he took off into the sky, heading for New York City.

The Silver Hand was back.