The Guardian

you are a dragon, well really a dragon skeleton. in the times of King Arthur when dragons reigned abundant, known as hoarders and treasure loving monsters that stole damsels, you were alive, living free. until you were killed by a knight seeking glory. now your bones lie abandoned in an old forest in England covered in moss and ivy and partially buried in the dirt. many dragons were killed in those years but their skeletons faded to dust leaving you as the only skeleton around. for year people believed the old legends that told of the fire breathing monsters when in reality the dragons were guardians of the world. they kept people away from cursed treasure by turning it into their lair, the damsels they supposedly stole were really women rescued from the many bands of outlaws and the women that the dragons supposedly ate were the ones the dragons chose as the human partner to their guardianship. not all dragons had this human partner. the dragons and these chosen women worked closely together and many of the men disapproved due to the belief that women should only do domestic chores, but the dragons never chose the men who were less reasonable and more likely to pick a fight. you were one of these majestic guardians and you'd never chosen a partner or as the many fantasy stories of today call them, a rider. it's now 2018 and after centuries of rest, your bones have been discovered. the Thunderbolts had gone to England to track a rogue Hydra agent and had split up to cover more ground. Yelena was the only one who found a lead and she followed it. she'd been a lone wolf for so long after she escaped the Red Room she commonly forgets to call in the team or chooses not to, so that's how she found herself with a broken tracker being chased through a dense wood by a Hydra agent. she was pulling ahead when she got flipped to the ground, not by the Hydra agent but by one of your ivy hidden horns. just as the Hydra agent gets closer, life is suddenly restored to your bones.