Here's a little mid-credits scene/preview to go out on.

Down in the basement of the new S.H.I.E.L.D. base, Steve was in the gym, pounding away on one of the punching bags. Almost a month now, he'd been here, stuck in the future, and—no, it wasn't the future anymore, was it? He drove a fist into the bag in front of him. It was the present. The freaking—another punch—present.

He was trying to pull his punches—the punching bags down here weren't nearly as sturdy as the one Howard had designed for him, and he felt a little bad that he kept ruining them. But the images, the memories, the frightened voice screaming what the hell was he supposed to do now, it was all coming too fast and too loud, and he kept pounding until the sound of a snapping chain and ripping canvas snapped him back into the present in time to see the punching bag go flying across the room, sand spraying out from the gash in the side.

"Trouble sleeping?" came a voice from behind him.

Steve turned and saw Fury walking toward him, hands folded behind his back.

"Are you here with a mission, Sir?" Steve asked. All their talks of Steve rejoining what had once been the S.S.R. had remained tentative, but Fury brought it up frequently.

"I am," Fury replied.

"Trying to get me back in the world?" Steve asked, unspooling the tape from his hands. He was done for the day now that he'd broken another bag, and maybe by making a bit of a show of packing up, Fury would take the hint and leave him alone. Fury had offered him missions before, and Steve figured he was—somewhat—doing it to try to help Steve find his feet again. Steve wasn't sure that jumping into some futuristic fight was the way to acclimate to a new century, and Fury always nodded and didn't press it when Steve said no.

"Trying to save it," Fury said, and something in his tone pulled Steve's eyes up from where they were focusing on his hands. Fury was staring at him seriously, but there was something, just a tiny little hint of desperation in his eye.

Oh.

This wasn't Fury coming up with things he thought would help Steve. This was new. This was different.

This was something big.

And that's all she wrote! Wow, I can't believe this thing has finally come to an end. This has been such a fun journey, and I loved diving into this world and having all of you along for the ride with me. You guys are the best. Your interest and investment in this story has meant an awful lot to me.

I did really dive all the way into this world, so, while this may be the end of Captain Rogers and the Norseman's Cube, it's not the end of the story. I've already started on Captain Rogers and the Avenger's Initiative (title subject to change at author's discretion). I won't be posting any of it until it's all done, because I have to make sure I've got everything right, but it's on the way, and I'm already, like, a hundred or so pages in.

In the meantime, A Little Problem will still be going up for a while, and it's pure fluff. I've also got some Steggy stuff in the works. Some lighter stuff to tide you over until the sequel arrives. Thanks again for everything, guys! See you soon!