There's a breathless moment where she's hurled back years to another time, another place. Ciaran, bloodied and panting hard after his battle with one of the Abbot's minions out in the woods. She'd watched the young man, who'd tried so hard to put the violence of his past behind him, plant his foot on a downed log and wrench one of the thick branches free. They'd been marching to war on Evergreen Abbey, then.

This is difference. While Steve vaguely reminds her of Ciaran with his build, his fair hair and complexion are a far cry from the other man's darker tones.

Mercy tries to push that aside and focus on the present. "Okay. We're ready." She starts moving ahead slowly, creeping through the bushes. The sound of Tony calls distantly ahead, but as they draw closer, it stays where it is. Eventually, they come to the edge of the trees.

There, standing in the meadow near a rust red river is a monstrous fish-like creature. It has legs with massive claws and atop its head is a stalk with a humanoid figure that looks very much like Tony Stark. The creature bounces its stalk and the thing on the end of it calls out again. "What's a guy gotta do to get some service around here? Cap!"