Disclaimer: I do not own Assassin's Creed or the Avengers. Also, I tried to make this as accurate as possible with the character's personalities, or anything else. It's my first story, so I would appreciate any reviews on what you think.

Chapter 1: Goodbye to Friends

Toulon, France: 1798

"My friend, what are you hoping to accomplish? To bring more glory to yourself?" Arno questioned Napoleon as he readied for an expedition to Egypt. "That land is a stepping stone to establishing our nation to it's former place as a major power. The revolution has calmed, and the major powers of Europe have made peace with France. She is no longer in danger of invasion. But yes, if I achieve more glory for myself in the process, so be it."

Arno had traveled from Paris to Toulon in order to dissuade Napoleon from embarking on such a task but there was no convincing the commander. "I am grateful for all you have done for our nation, Arno, and for being my friend. I would grant you an officer's position on my staff, but I understand you have a commitment to your Brotherhood."

Napoleon walked up to Arno and extended his hand, after a few seconds Arno returned the gesture and bid his friend farewell, "Au revoir, mon ami." Napoleon nodded and gave a small smile as Arno released his hand and left the room. He decided to stay the night in Toulon before beginning his trip back to Paris in the morning. He walked through the streets as the sun was setting and things were beginning to quiet down. People were returning to their homes and candlelight shone through many of the windows that stretched down the street.

Arno returned to the room he had resided in the previous night. After washing his face of the day's filth, he climbed into the bed and sleep came rather easily for him. Over the years, it became easier to fall asleep at night. The nightmares no longer plagued his mind as they once did. They came less often but Arno dreaded the few nights where he would awake with a jolt covered in cold sweat. Hopefully, tonight would be pleasant.

Asgard: Present Day

Thor walked across the bridge that led from the palace to the bifrost. He was greeted by Heimdal as he entered the bifrost chamber, "Are you bound for Midgard, Sir?"

Thor looked at the gate keeper, "Yes, I have spoken to Father of my resignation of his throne. I will return to Midgard and be with Jane." Heimdal was unable to see the exchange between Odin and his son, which made him suspicious but otherwise, he ignored it. He placed his sword in the center of the bifrost and it came to life with light and swift movement.

Thor stood before the flashing bridge that led to Earth, he looked once more over his shoulder to his good friend. "Thank you Heimdal." Heimdal smiled and wished Thor well. As Thor took one step forward, the bifrost let out a loud boom, and Thor was gone. As Heimdal was about to remove his sword to close off the bridge, the bifrost let out another loud boom and a surge of light.

He stared with surprise and immediately removed his sword to shut down the device. He scanned the bifrost for any signs of damage before looking out into space to see if Thor made it safely to Midgard. He spotted him immediately and was relieved, but his relief was cut short at the sight of something else. Something that even he had never seen before as he breathed one simple word, "Impossible...".

France: 1798

Arno rode his horse down the long dirt road as the sun began to peak above the French countryside. He took a moment to admire the beauty of the open fields and rolling hills that stretched before him. He left Toulon in the early hours of the morning to avoid any confrontation with anyone. The previous night was one of those nights he dreaded as visions of death and blood filled his dreams. He relived the scene of what happened in the Temple and no matter how many times he tried, no matter how fast he ran, he could never save her. Even if he could, then what? He would only awaken with a false sense of hope and soon remember the reality.

He ushered the horse along at a normal pace, while his mind drifted off to another place, another time. A time when the world was much more simple. A time when his main responsibility was keeping himself and Elise out of trouble, which he often failed at. He smirked a little at remembering how bad of an influence she was, and how she would insist he was a worse one.

His attention was brought back as the ground beneath him began to rumble. He quickly looked around for any signs of what was causing this and his horse was getting uneasy. As the rumble intensified the horse spooked, Arno was thrown from his place in the saddle and the horse darted down the road. The moment Arno stood up a huge burst of light shot from the sky and encircled him. He stared with shock and drew his sword, not knowing what else to do. He felt himself getting lighter and he was on the verge of panicking.

After a few seconds the light vanished and Arno was left feeling light headed and weak. As his vision cleared, he observed his surroundings. Something was different. The forest seemed different, it appeared to be afternoon instead of morning. He began to walk down the road but felt something under his feet that wasn't dirt, something more solid. He studied the flat black ground he stood on that seemed to go on for miles down the road as he spoke to himself. "What is this? Where the hell am I?"

The sound of something ahead of him got his attention, it was a steady sound that got louder as if it were getting closer. Soon, a pair of lights emerged and were coming straight for him. They blinded his view as he held up his arm to shield his face. After a few seconds the sound settled and he removed his arm to now see three pairs of lights pointing directly at him from ahead.

He took a curious step forward before hearing a voice yelling in English. "Stop right there! Show me your hands!" Arno was able to make out three objects that appeared to be some sort of carriage without any horses pulling them, but they looked nothing like a carriage. There were several men standing nearby pointing what looked like firearms at him, but none like he'd ever seen. Thinking quickly and also somewhat alarmed, he dropped a smoke bomb he had on his belt and disappeared into the woods. He heard screams behind him as he pushed through the bushes to put some distance between himself and whoever was after him.

He ran for what felt like an hour, it was starting to get dark. Arno knew he had to find a town to get his bearings or else he would have to spend the night in the forest and risk getting even more lost. The sun was no longer visible. He could see what appeared to be a light shining through the trees ahead of him so he ran towards it. He entered an open field and found what appeared to be a town but yet... it wasn't a town like he was expecting. In the distance he could make out the walls of buildings clearly not made of wood with so many bright lights, estates that looked more like a nobleman's home compared to the usual farm houses that were found in the French countryside, and more of those horseless carriages moved down the streets but in greater numbers.

His confusion was intensifying but he pushed it aside and decided to address that later, right now the only question he wanted answered was 'Where am I?' So he started walking and didn't stop until he reached a sign on the outskirts of the town. It only said "Welcome to Fort Payne, Alabama." Arno raised an eyebrow, asking himself where the hell was Alabama? Soon he saw a flag hanging on a house that looked like the Colonial American flag he had seen in newspapers but it was somewhat different. Where there was once a ring of stars, there were now more stars lined up in rows.

He continued down the street nearly getting hit by one of the passing carriages, and earning some strange looks from the people nearby. He ignored nearly everything that attempted to add to his confusion because he simply couldn't be more overwhelmed. Maybe he should have went with those men so they could've answered his thousands of questions but maybe he made the right choice in running based on their threatening display of weapons and shouting orders.

He reached a store that was full of what appeared to be rusted old tools and furniture. The window had writing on it that said 'Antique Shop'. Arno walked through the door, still wearing his Assassin hood, sword, and pistol. There was an elderly man standing behind the counter that eyed Arno's appearance, until his eyes fell on Arno's weapons. Arno spoke with his accent. "Your pardon, Sir. But could you answer some questions?"

The old man dropped his hand behind the counter as if reaching for something, without showing his hands he spoke English in an accent that was foreign to Arno, "What can I help you with, Mister?"

Arno paused at the man's voice but pushed his thoughts aside and continued speaking, "Where exactly am I?" Having already seen the sign, he just wanted some confirmation.

"You're in Fort Payne, Alabama." "And in what part of the world is that?" The old man looked confused but answered anyway. "America, boy. You feeling alright?" Arno was visibly shocked at the answer even though he somewhat suspected that. "Mierde..."

Before he could ask anything else the door burst open and seven men ran inside dressed in black, pointing firearms at him that weren't muskets. He figured maybe his previous tactic of escape would work again and he could slip out the back door or a window. He dropped a smoke bomb and turned to run but he caught a glimpse of something that made him freeze in his tracks. Through the smoke he could see a red headed woman, also dressed in black. His eyes grew wide and he thought he was seeing a ghost. Only one name escaped his lips, "Elise?" The moment he spoke she struck him across the face and everything went dark.

The man's body fell to the floor with a thud, he was out cold. As the smoke cleared, it was noticed that the old man had pulled a gun he had hidden from behind the counter and was pointing it at the woman. At the sight of the hooded man lying on the floor his eyes went wide and he was prepared to defend himself from these people.

The woman saw the confusion on his face and slowly held both of her hands up in a gesture of assuring him his safety. He didn't take his eyes off her as she spoke. "Sir, my name is Natasha Romanoff. Those men and myself are with the Avengers. You are not in danger, we are only trying to apprehand this man." She didn't move an inch and maintained her stance.

The man looked from her to the other men and noticed they had lowered their weapons to show they weren't a threat but he kept his gun raised out of suspicion because he didn't know this woman. "I've heard of the Avengers, Miss. But how do I know you're telling the truth and aren't just trying to make me lower my gun?" Natasha nodded in understanding and turned her head toward the back of the store. "Steve, could you come in here?"

A moment later a tall man dressed in a red, white, and blue suit carrying a shield entered the room. The old man immediately recognized him and lowered his gun with eyes wide. "Captain Rogers... You haven't aged a day, son." Steve looked at the man like he was trying to place a name to his face. "Have we met, Sir?" "Yes, a long time ago." Steve sat his shield down and walked up to the man with an extended hand. The old man lifted his arm and shook the Captain's hand as Natasha and the other men checked Arno for any injuries, removed his weapons, and carried him out of the store.

Steve carried on a conversation with the man that he found out had been taken prisoner by Hydra, until Captain Rogers saved them. Steve explained that they weren't going to hurt the hooded man, but that they only wanted to ask him some questions. The man explained his brief conversation with the guy and his strange behavior before the armed men barged into his store.

After a while, Natasha walked back in and told Steve they were ready to go. Steve nodded in acknowledgement. He shooked the man's hand one last time and thanked him for his service. The man, in turn, thanked the Captain for saving him and his men. Natasha thanked him for his cooperation and they left, leaving the man with an interesting story for his grandkids.

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