You had walked through the streets of New York more times than you could count. In the early years of your detective training for the NYPD you had patrolled every alley and corner of the large city. You had been there during the attack of the Chitauri and even when they had started to rebuilt the city, brick by brick. Every cheerful event and every disaster for the past few years; you had been there. But you had never seen as many people out on the streets as there were today.
You were standing next to the windows of your office at the police station, arms crossed, looking at all the happy couples and families that were making their way acro