The magpie cawed, dancing away from the distressed feral in offense. It settled with a flutter of wings, its head cocked to the side and green eyes fixed on Creed with an uncanny understanding. "You see because...it has chosen you."
It moved closer now, claws ticking as it walked in an avian's awkward hopping gait. "It. CHOSE you." It said in its harsh voice. "Worlds have crumbled for want of it...and it chose you. Now it shows you what you want and need to see. It offers you the whole universe as a hallway toward destiny."
It silently regarded him for a moment, then in a flutter of black and white wings it once more perched on Creed's shoulder. "I remember such power." It whispered in a rough hissing voice, green eyes ablaze with the memory. "You go wherever you wish, leaving no trail for those such as Loki and Odin to find. All you need do is want a place or a person to be near you...and when you step forward the Power of the Tesseract will take you there!" It fluttered again, now as if in excitement. It hopped a bit on the feral's shoulder, dangerous claws somehow tickling skin rather than rending as it moved about on its living perch. "Where shall we go now? Show me show me! I want to see where the feral heart longs to be!"
It laughed, a strange sound that caused the feather's on its neck to rise into a crest. "But you'll need clothes before you go a-calling!" With that, it continued to laugh, a sound that was more a caw of delight.