Marvel x Star Wars: Avengers in the Clone Wars

Master Yoda entered the chamber alone, his cane tapping softly against the polished floor as he approached the gathered heroes.

"Present, all of you are," Yoda observed, his eyes taking in the small group of Avengers who had found refuge within the Jedi Temple.

"Master Yoda," Steve Rogers said, rising respectfully from where he'd been sitting. "What can we do for you?"

"A question, many have asked today, hmm." Yoda raised his gnarled hand, and with a gentle gesture through the Force, several chairs glided across the room to form a small circle. "Sit, we should. Much to discuss, there is."

Steve nodded and settled into the chair across from the diminutive Jedi Master, while Sam Wilson, Scott Lang, and James Rhodes arranged themselves nearby. Yoda studied the leader of the Avengers with keen, penetrating eyes—the kind of gaze that seemed to look straight through to one's soul. The ancient Jedi closed his eyes for a long moment, as if listening to something only he could hear.

"Master?" Steve called softly when the silence stretched on.

"Forgive me, Captain Rogers," Yoda said, opening his eyes with a slight shake of his head. "Many questions, I have for you. Questions of your own, I sense you carry as well."

Steve couldn't help but smile ruefully. "Am I that easy to read?"

"Understandable, your feelings are," Yoda replied with a knowing expression. "Your current mindset, clear it is—this galaxy, not your world it is. These conflicts, not your conflicts they are."

Steve found himself nodding, unable to deny the truth in those words. His expression grew more serious as he thought of the massive war raging across the stars beyond these temple walls—clone troopers and battle droids clashing on countless worlds, while civilians caught in between paid the price.

"Coming, change is," Yoda continued, his voice taking on a more ominous tone. "Unexpected, your arrival in this galaxy was. No warning from the Force, did we receive of your coming."

"This Force you keep mentioning," Scott interjected, leaning forward with curiosity, "we've been hearing people talk about it ever since we arrived here. What exactly is it?"

Sam nodded in agreement. "It sounds almost like some kind of religion from what we've observed."

Steve caught onto something more significant in Yoda's words. "You said the Force didn't warn you of our arrival. Does that mean the Force usually... communicates with you? Tells you things that are going to happen?"

Yoda blinked slowly, an expression of deep contemplation crossing his weathered features. When he spoke, it was with the measured cadence of someone who had spent centuries pondering these very mysteries.

"The Force, what binds all living things together, it is. Power to the Jedi, it gives. Binds us, guides us, through it the will of the universe we serve."

"That's pretty vague," Rhodey said with a slight frown. "How do you know what this 'Force' actually wants from you?"

"Know for certain, we do not," Yoda admitted with startling honesty. "A mystery, the Force remains, even after millennia of study by the Jedi Order. For thousands of years, sought to understand it, we have. But certain truths, learned we have—never for personal gain, must the Force be used. Yet even so..." His voice grew heavy with sorrow. "Failed, sometimes even we have. Thousands of years of wisdom, and still, failures plague us. Like an inescapable curse, it seems."

"You're talking about the war," Steve said quietly, recognizing the weight of responsibility and regret in the Jedi Master's voice.

Yoda nodded gravely. "Everything, we tried. Every path to peace, explored we did. Stop this war, we could not. When shrouded in darkness the Force became, countless lives lost in this conflict, there have been."

"I don't think even something as powerful as the Force could prevent war entirely," Sam said with a realistic edge to his voice. "Sometimes conflict is just... inevitable."

Steve's expression darkened as painful memories from his own world surfaced. "The more desperately people try to prevent something like war, the more inevitable it often becomes. I've seen it happen before."

Yoda fixed Steve with those tired but intensely perceptive eyes, and there was genuine respect in his voice when he spoke. "Very wise, you are, Captain Rogers."

"Compared to the centuries of experience you've accumulated, Master Yoda, I'm hardly wise at all," Steve replied with characteristic humility.

This drew a warm chuckle from the ancient Jedi, his lined face creasing into what might have been the first genuine smile any of them had seen from him. "Sometimes, learn from the young, the old must. When ended this war is, forge a better path for the galaxy, those who survive must."

"That's what we all hope for," Steve said with quiet sincerity, and the weight of that shared hope hung in the air between them.

"Your plans, what are they?" Yoda asked, leaning forward slightly.

The four Avengers exchanged glances, a moment of silent communication passing between them. The uncertainty they'd all been feeling was written clearly on their faces. There was really only one thing they could say with complete honesty.

"We need to find the rest of our team," Steve said firmly. "They're out there somewhere in this galaxy, scattered across who knows how many star systems. We have no idea where to even begin looking."

"Honestly, we got lucky finding each other as quickly as we did," Sam added, gesturing to their small group. "The others might not be so fortunate."

"And what then, do you plan?" Yoda pressed gently.

Steve hesitated, weighing whether he should reveal what had happened earlier. Finally, he looked directly at the Jedi Master and made his decision. "Before I returned to the temple, I was taken to meet with Chancellor Palpatine."

The change in Yoda's demeanor was immediate and striking. His ears perked up sharply, and genuine surprise flickered across his ancient features. This was clearly news he hadn't expected.

"Continue, you must..."

Steve proceeded to give a detailed account of his meeting in the Chancellor's office, describing Palpatine's offer of resources and assistance, as well as the man's strangely intense interest in the Avengers and their capabilities. When he finished, Yoda sat in deep contemplation, his fingers steepled as he processed this information.

"Your thoughts on this meeting, what are they, Captain Rogers?" Yoda finally asked.

"The Chancellor's offer sounded almost too good to be true," Steve admitted. "He claimed he could provide us with unlimited resources to search for our teammates, access to Republic intelligence networks, even military support if needed. But something about him felt... off. I can't put my finger on exactly what it was, but my instincts were telling me not to trust him."

Sam shook his head, memories of their past encounters with seemingly helpful politicians flashing through his mind. "We've dealt with enough smooth-talking officials back home to know when someone's playing an angle."

Yoda stroked his chin thoughtfully, and there was a deep unease growing in his expression as he considered the implications of Palpatine's actions. The Avengers were guests of the Jedi Temple, under their protection and hospitality. For the Chancellor to approach them separately, without consulting the Council, and to make such generous offers—it felt disturbingly familiar. In fact, now that he thought about it, Palpatine had employed similar tactics before, hadn't he?

"Your response to his offer, what was it?" Yoda inquired.

Steve ran a hand through his hair, still feeling the tension from that encounter. "I told him I would consider his proposal and get back to him. But honestly, I was fighting the urge to refuse him outright to his face."

This caused Yoda's eyebrows to rise in what might have been approval. "Wise, this restraint was. Certain of your feelings, are you?"

"I don't trust him," Steve said bluntly, meeting Yoda's gaze without flinching. "It's just an instinct, and I can't point to any concrete evidence, but something about Chancellor Palpatine feels fundamentally wrong to me."

Yoda regarded Steve with a look that seemed to carry layers of meaning, as if the Jedi Master was seeing something in the super-soldier that even Steve himself might not be aware of. When he spoke, his voice carried the weight of hard-earned wisdom.

"Let no one sway you from your path, Captain Rogers. What your heart tells you to do, follow that you must. But vigilant, always remain."

"I will, Master Yoda."

The room fell into a comfortable silence as both men contemplated the complexities of their situation. Finally, Yoda broke the quiet with another question.

"What now, will you do?"

Steve's expression grew resolute, the look of a man who had made a difficult decision. "I'm not entirely sure about the specifics, but my gut tells me we can't just sit here in the temple waiting for something to happen. If we rely on others to find our teammates for us, we might never see them again. There's a massive war being fought across this galaxy, and our friends could be caught up in it right now. I think we need to get out there and actively search for them ourselves."

"Which means joining the war effort," Rhodey clarified, understanding the implications immediately. "If we're part of the Republic's military operations, we'll have access to battle reports, intelligence networks, and we'll be where the action is. If our teammates are in trouble somewhere, that's probably where we'll find them."

Yoda sat up straighter, his ancient eyes fixing each of the Avengers with an intense, searching gaze. "Certain of this decision, all of you are?"

Without hesitation, Sam, Scott, and Rhodey responded in unison: "We follow Steve's lead. Whatever he decides, we're with him."

Yoda nodded slowly, then turned his full attention back to Steve. The two leaders—one ancient and wise, the other young but experienced in the harsh realities of war—looked at each other for a long moment. Then, without a word being spoken, they both extended their hands and clasped them firmly. In that simple gesture, an understanding passed between them, a mutual recognition of shared values and purpose.

The Avengers were now officially part of the Star Wars.

Almost as if the Force itself had been waiting for this moment, Yoda's comlink suddenly chirped to life. The Jedi Master retrieved the small device and activated it.

"Master Yoda," came the familiar voice of Obi-Wan Kenobi, though there was an urgency in his tone that hadn't been there before. "We need you in the Council chambers immediately. Master Plo Koon and Anakin have requested an emergency session."

"On my way, I am," Yoda replied, then deactivated the comlink and looked back at the four Avengers. There was something different in his expression now—a mixture of anticipation and perhaps the faintest hint of hope. "Join me, will you?"

The four men exchanged glances, and Steve's lips curved into a slight smile. "Do you even need to ask?"

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