I had just finished what I thought was my final mission—returning the Infinity Stones. It was supposed to be simple: I place them back, step into the time stream, and return to Peggy. To her. After everything I’d lost, I finally had the chance to hold on to the one thing that mattered.

But fate had other plans.

The world blurred, my stomach twisted, and the familiar weight of the shield I once carried was gone. The comforting hum of the timestream was replaced with cold, sharp reality. My hands were shackled. My gear, my suit—everything was gone. I was crammed into a wooden wagon, surrounded by strangers who spoke in a language I couldn’t understand.

Then, I heard it: “Hey, you. You’re finally awake. You were trying to cross the border, right? Walked right into that Imperial ambush, same as us, and that thief over there.”

I tried to lift my head, but the man wasn’t talking to me. No, he was talking to the woman sitting next to me, who looked just as confused as I felt.

I wasn’t in Brooklyn anymore. I wasn’t even on Earth anymore. And somehow, I had managed to screw up even the one thing I was supposed to get right. Now, I was stuck in a world I didn’t recognize, and I had no idea how to get back to the one thing I was supposed to hold onto.

I was in Skyrim.