It was another tedious day of work at the North Scandinavian S.H.I.E.L.D. Base. You had been assigned to oversee the excavation and sample-removal of the symbiote dragon, Grendel. That wasn't its real name, but nobody was entirely sure if they even had names. It was as ancient as it was massive.

Thor himself had reportedly confessed to having a part in its defeat, and eventual entrapment, thousands of years ago. It was certainly a strange thought that one of the Avengers had been around, saving the world, even before the Avengers existed. Even before modern civilization existed.

From the depths of various gossip message chains, you had heard rumors of a 'Sym-Soldier Program' using samples off of Grendel. It was probably another failure waiting to happen. All previous symbiote experiments had ended with either the host dying... or everyone in the facility dying.

Various machines lay scattered about in the ice cave, some tearing apart the ice surrounding Grendel, others sitting idle. Even though your entire life was in America, this was just another day in the office for you. You closed your eyes for a moment, taking a small rest...