I have remain hidden.  While the "Master", as he refers to himself, has overrun the planet, I have bided my time, and am now prepared to strike. 

He has killed many of whom I called allies, and friends.  Professor Xavier and his mental powers would be invaluable in the upcoming battle, but he has been slain.  The mind of Reed Richards would be of a great advantage, but has also been killed.  Captain America, with his indomitable spirit and an unquenchable thirst for justice, would have been an invaluable soldier in this war.  But he has also been murdered.  Spider-man, with his amazing array of powers, would have been of great value, but like the others, he lives no more.

Yet, I sense that I do have allies in the upcoming battle.  From the villain's American headquarters, I sense the presence of a most powerful weapon, and with it, one who possesses the ability to tap it's wonderous abilities.  I must find this individual, and I must do so now.

With that parting thought, Dr. Stephen Strange, the Master of the Mystical Arts and Sorceror Supreme, willed his mind to leave his body.  Floating in a lotus position, his body remained while his mind ventured into the majesty which is the astral plane.  One of the veritable masters of the astral plane, Strange could travel anywhere through it.

Hold, sorceror, boomed a voice in Strange's mind.

I sense you are of great power.  Who are you? questioned Strange.

I am the All-Father of the Aesir, Odin, sorceror, and I have need of your mystical services.  Strange's astral form witnessed as the All-Father seemed to materialize, sitting on his throne with his mystical spear Gungnir in his hand.

You need my help?  Why? questioned Strange as he tucked his legs up into the lotus position and floated, just as his physical body was.

I have sought to come to Midgard to defeat this being who has taken over the planet.  I have attempted to access the doorway, but find it blocked.  My powers, somehow, are absorbed by the obstruction, effectively keeping me from Midgard.  I need you, sorceror, to negate the barrier.  Odin seemed to pause for a moment, then continued.  Seek out my son, Thor, in his mortal guise of Donald Blake.  Reunite him with his hammer, and he in turn shall help you to break the barrier, as well as defeat the mastermind behind Midgard's peril.  Godspeed, sorceror.

Strange blinked, but Odin had already vanished.  Why doesn't Odin simply tell me where to find Thor?  Is he so taxed with the burden of this crisis that he only has limited time of which to spare?  Assured that his original course was the right one, Dr. Strange resumed his journey through the astral plane, searching for the mental "imprint" of Donald Blake.

Anger.  That was all that he could feel.  The electrified steel bars which held him at bay mattered not.  All that mattered was his anger.

A robot entered the room, and cut the power to the bars.  The robot opened the cage, and before he could move, threw a slab of meat inside the cage.  It slammed the door shut with a resounding CLANG!!  The steel was then electrified once more.

He pounced on the meat, tearing at it with his teeth.  He devoured it inside of a minute.  Blood from the nearly raw meat dribbled down his chin.  He growled a contented growl.  The anger had subsided somewhat, but not enough that he wouldn't pounce on anything that moved.

He saw his reflection on the steel floor of his cage.  Hair sprouting from his head in all directions.  A feral glint in his eyes.  Canines bared.  A guttural growl emerged once more.

From the mouth of the Wolverine.

Odin opened his eyes.  He had been concentrating on his astral communication with Dr. Strange.  Of all the mortals on Midgard, he was one of the select few whom Odin knew could be relied on in this matter.

For all his power, he could not discern who the mastermind behind the Earth's domination was.  A combination of magic and technology had effectively masked the man's identity, but Odin was sure of one thing.

He had Mjolnir.

Odin dearly wished the mysterious barrier between Asgard and Midgard was not in existence.  If it were not, Odin would have taken it upon himself to halt the matters in Midgard, instead of simply watching.

Once again, Odin concentrated, and in a manner more common to him, he contacted Donald Blake.  His son, the mighty Thor, God of Thunder!

Donald Blake limped through the underground compound that was the arguable resistance force.  Arguable, for the resistance had had no effect on the Master what so ever.  Blake served as the Chief of Medical Personnel.  Being one of the higher ranking officials in the resistance, Blake had requested many times a mission to venture into the Master's New York headquarters located on the site of the old Latverian Embasy to retrieve Mjolnir.  He had been refused every time:  the leaders of the resistance didn't think it would do any good to marshal their forces to go after a mythical weapon that might not even exist.  There was one other in the compound that believed that Blake was right, that they should in fact go after Mjolnir.  Eugene Milton Judd, one of the resistance's prize soldiers, also believed that they should trust Blake and go after the mystical hammer.

"My son," boomed a voice in the corridor.

"Father?" questioned Blake.  Even though Blake had experienced it before, the transformation had not happened for such a long time it was awe-inspiring.  The corridor seemed to disapear, replaced by a pitch black sky, with lightning bolts thundering overhead.  Blake found himself in a stone courtyard, looking up to the sky.  In the sky, the indomitable image of Odin looked down upon the mortal body of his son.

"My son," began Odin.  "I have come to tell you, the sorceror Dr. Stephen Strange shall be meeting with you very soon.  You are to listen very carefully to what he says, he is one of the keys to overthrowing this 'Master' that plagues Midgard."

"But Father-" began Blake before he was cut off.

"Don't interupt me, Thunder God!" thundered Odin.  "Now, I want you, Strange, and Eugene Judd to infiltrate the fiend's stronghold.  Retrieve Mjolnir, and negate the barrier between Asgard and Midgard," thundered Odin.

With that said, Odin's image receeded and Blake found himself once again in the hallway.  Thunder God.  It's been so long since I've been to referred to as the God of Thunder.  Too long.  But now, I will once again become Thor, and make the Master pay dearly for his domination.  I swear this upon my life.