"It could just be the first." It was a grim observation, but one worth making. He couldn't help but wonder though. This thing, whatever it was, had to come from somewhere. It could be a fluke, or a weird one off, or a freak of nature. On the other hand, it could be a prototype or a monstrous weapon being commanded by a group.

He rolled his shoulders, trying to ignore a phantom ache in his left arm. It was fine now, long since healed by his superhuman biology, but that was another memory that he had a hard time shaking. One significantly less pleasant than how Natasha looked in moonlight and nothing else.

"There's only one way to find out for sure: find it, and find out where it came from."