What If...? · Season 1
I see in you a fighter, just like me.
My father once saw the same -- that fight. He nurtured it, exploited it, and then -- as soon as my ambition outgrew his own -- he called me a monster. And in time, you will as well.
No. Because I am not your father.
Hm.
One cannot fend off darkness with more darkness. Only light.
Why do you seek to master our practice?
I told you -- to overthrow Wenwu!
For what?
So I can take his Ten Rings for myself and use them to seek vengeance on my father!
For what?
This is--! So I can assume the throne of Asgard and continue my conquest of the universe!
And when all the realms across the cosmos have finally been conquered?
What is it you hope to find at the end of your next great conquest?
...Freedom. Freedom from control. The freedom to choose my own path.
Now you're ready to begin.
The Ta Lo are guardians, not fighters.
I guess that's the difference between you and me. Without a fight, I'm no one.
If you choose this path, you will walk it alone.
No, my father chose a path for me, long ago. And if I ever wish to be free to choose my own, then I must face him. With or without you.
I sent you here to learn, to grow. And in the end, you eclipsed even my wildest expectations. You eclipsed me. The throne is yours, if that is indeed what you seek. You have earned it.
Only from there can I unmake your empire. It will take time, eons even. But when I'm finished, the Nine Realms will know freedom, and the cosmos soon thereafter.
Whatever has happened to you, my child? My once great executioner...
I gave peace a chance.
There, on an ancient battlefield, a man and a woman, a mortal and a goddess, the Ten Rings and the armies of Asgard forged an alliance and built an empire. An empire that would span the cosmos. An empire not of conquerors, but of liberators. Liberators whose campaign across the universe would forever prove even the darkest of hearts can come to know peace.
What you're seeing has all the makings of a Shakespearean tragedy: a king marred by loss, a soldier on the run, a world on the brink of oblivion. The year is 1602. She is Captain Peggy Carter. But how is a time-displaced super-soldier end up in such a strangely familiar reality? The sad truth is that there are worlds among the Multiverse simply meant to die, but every once in a while, a glimmer of hope can emerge. With their world collapsing in on itself, a band of heroes gathered together to save their reality. The Scarlet Witch, Wanda Maximoff, used her powers to reach into a neighboring universe for a warrior. One willing to face impossible odds to save a dying reality that's not her own. A hero like Captain Peggy Carter. And so, the captain joined the heroes of 1602 in their desperate bid to save their world. But now, after weeks of trial and error, she stands alone. A failure and an outlaw in the dying universe she was summoned to save. On the run, with no way home. No place to go. Nothing.
I can hear you, you know?
Wait. Really? You can?
Worlds die every day. I've watched millions fade from existence. It happens.
Well, not on my watch.
Uh, Sir Fury! With whom do you speak?
No one, Your Highness. Only a pretty bird.
No arc reactors in 1602...
Again with the beautiful gibberish! Keep talking, it's like opium to my ears.
Most people would be driven half-mad at the mere idea of being stranded in a foreign world.
At this point, being in the wrong place at the wrong time is my specialty.
I must ask. In your world, is there another Steve Rogers?
Yes.
Tell me what he's like.
No, I... I don't think I will.
If you see someone hurt, you help them.
Well, a piece of advice from an all-seeing being: you cannot possibly comprehend the consequences of your actions. Even if you find and destroy this forerunner, what happens next? What if the world doesn't magically correct itself? What if it's the final straw that destroys this universe? What if, when the universe resets, you're trapped here forever? What if you die?
"What if, what if, what if". I have to try.
Because you're human.
Because I'm Captain Carter. And if you're not going to help me, get out of my way.
We never get our happy ending.
I'm sure, somewhere out there, we do.
(narrating) There was a superstition back during my days in the war, that victory was its own sort of curse. Because every battle you won, every inch you gained, would mean you're only getting further from home.
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