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It had been a bloody fight, every Avenger giving their all to stop Thanos.  But now, everything seemed hopeless.  Thanos had gotten the last infinity stone, he had withstood Thor’s hammer amd snapped his finger.  No one could comprehend the devastation that followed.  Half of everyone in the entire universe was suddenly wiped out of existence, leaving a silent mourning in their wake.  Steve, Natasha, Bruce, Tony, all the people who should have had the answer for what to do next couldn’t even move from the weight of their grief.  Then, when it seemed the world might simply go black from the darkness encasing it, he came.

At first, they didn’t notice him.  There wasn’t much to look at.  Just a pair of glasses and a sketchbook and a pen in the hand of a weather-worn man as he paused near the heroes.  He tilted his head and he gave a little smile, then he picked up his pen, and he drew.  As he drew, the earth began to shift, and a speck of hope flew into the hearts of those nearby.  

Steve was the first to notice him.  He stood up and made his way to him quietly, watching his pen flit about the page.  The others joined him, and it wasn’t long before they realized what he was doing.  He was writing a way out.  People who had faded to dust were coming back to existence.  The heroes began to think the war might be won.  But suddenly, a flash of light struck the ground, and Thanos reappeared from where he had left.  He growled at the newcomer, “Fool, you’re undoing all my good work!”

“You cannot destroy us, Thanos,” the man stated calmly.

“I already have.”

“You have tried.  You will not prevail.”

Thanos’s eyes narrowed in anger, and he turned his glove on the man.  “What’s your name?”

“Stan Lee.  Your gauntlet doesn’t scare me.”

“Stop reversing what I’ve done.”

“I will not.”

“Then you leave me no choice.”  Thanos began to stream power through the gauntlet towards Mr. Lee.  Steve tried to step in front of it, but Stan held him back.  

“Allow me, Mr. Rogers.”  He held up his pen and continued to draw, faster than before, as he withstood the jet of power coming at him.  He was weakening, he could tell, but he knew he could still defeat one last villain before it would be time to go.

“Excelsior!” He yelled with one last stroke of the pen.  Thanos’s glove shattered and he fell to the ground. Stan Lee moved slowly over to him and knelt down, pen in hand.

“You can’t destroy this universe.  You may try a hundred thousand times, but I will be guarding over it each time.”  

With that said, he struck Thanos one fell swoop with the pen, and Thanos went still.

Stan Lee turned to face the others, all looking at him expectantly.  “For the last seventy-five years, it’s been my privilege to watch you all grow and change.  I’ve devoted my life to you.  But I’m an old man now.  I leave behind others who will watch over what I have begun.  I wish I could see what you will accomplish in the years to come, but my time on this earth is unfortunately finished.  Therefore I must simply have faith that what you do will be nothing short of extraordinary.

Guys, it’s my new series!  I hope you all love part one, and I will be uploading every Saturday until it is done.  Hope you all enjoy!  (This series starts off before the attack on New York, by the way.)

The basement door swings open as I retract my key from the lock.  I expected Tony Stark to have better security, but nothing is there to greet me as I step inside.  

I got the key from securing a job as a janitorial employee only a few days earlier, but of course, I would not be showing up to work at any point in the near future.

I darted past the security cameras, feeling pretty assured that they wouldn’t register me, but not knowing what kind of villainy Stark had built his cameras in mind for.  Upon reaching the door to Tony’s lab, I saw a fingerprint reader glowing blue.  I fished in my bag for the sample I had stolen that morning while cleaning, and held it up to the lens, holding my breath that it would work.

The light gleamed purple for a moment and I tensed my body to bolt, but then it changed to green and the door swung open.  “Good evening, Mr. Stark,” a computerized voice spoke loudly enough that I flinched from the noise, and I stepped into the room, closing the door behind me.

I moved over to a small machine with a pointed tip, hoping it was the one I was looking for, and, pulling my blueprint from my bag, unfurled it on the table.

I began punching information into the machine on how to build what I needed, and as soon as I pushed the start button, the machine pulled into gear quickly.

I stood there nervously, watching the glass door to make sure there were no movements or shadows, and trying to keep my thoughts calm and inside my head.

Tony was supposed to out at a party till late, but I had no idea who else might be in the house, or what time he was supposed to be home at.

The machine whirred to a stop and then moved to a different area of the work table, revealing one finished earpiece, waiting to be connected to another one.  I heard a soft noise on the floorboards above and snatched my blueprints back into my bag.  

“Come on, come on,” I whispered quietly, hoping that whoever was up there wouldn’t hear the machine, or at least wouldn’t come to check on it until after I was long gone.

The machine began a light ticking noise as the floorboards began to creak closer and closer to the stairwell that would lead to the workshop.

I saw a flicker of a shadow against the wall and with a sigh, I pressed the pause button on the machine.  I was so close to having what I needed.

A figure stepped into view and pressed his hand against the blue finger reader.

“Mr. Stark?”  The computerized voice sounds confused.  I got a bad feeling in my stomach.  “According to my databanks, you are already inside the facilities.  Has there been a misunderstanding?”

Tony tensed.  He must have known, at least partly, what was going on, even though he didn’t know who I was yet and he couldn’t see me.  “Jarvis, use voice recognition.”

“Yes sir, using voice recognition.  Welcome back, Mr. Stark.”

I watched as he extended his hand, and his iron suit gathered around him before he began searching the room.  I stepped farther back so that he wouldn’t accidentally brush against me

- and this is where I interject to let you know that I am, in fact, capable of going invisible-

and he passed by me without notice.

“Jarvis.”  The tone was suspicious.  “Indicate heat signatures in the room please.”

And this is where I interject to let you know that I am not, in fact, capable of not giving off heat signatures.

My heart pounded in my ears as I waited for him to receive my location, not able to do anything, such as leave, without him knowing where I was.  I couldn’t take down Iron Man either. So I was stuck.

“There are three heat signatures emanating from this room,” Jarvis’s voice rang out.  

Three? I wondered with confusion until I remembered that the machine would be hot from working on my project.

“Jarvis show me the screen,” Tony ordered, his arm raising and powering up to shoot immediately.  

A screen in the top of the room flashed on with a near-blinding light, considering we had just been in the dark, and sure enough, my body was on display only four feet away from Tony’s.  

He pivoted towards me and shot once.

Before Tony could take a second shot at me, Pepper came racing down the stairs and unlocked the door to come inside.  “What is going on in here?”  She breathed in a panic.

“No, the door!”  Tony yelled, but I was already brushing past Pepper, my hand on her arm, and then I was out the door, down the hallway and throwing my body weight against the outside door.

I could hear him coming after me, but I knew he wouldn’t be able to find me as long as I stayed quiet, so I ran as hard as I could all the way home, making sure to keep my breathing even.  

It wasn’t until I had unlatched my front door that I suddenly remembered my earpiece, back at the lab, sitting on the table, just waiting for Tony Stark to notice it.

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The first rattle in the school was discounted as, at the most, a garbage truck going by with a heavy load.  At the second rumble, people began looking around to see what all the commotion was about, and by the third, kids were beginning to pack up their stuff to make a quick exit.  Kaelyn looked towards her best friend Aurora nervously.  Aurora was staring at something on the other side of the windowpane.  

“Holy crow,” she whispered, getting up slowly to join the other students pressing their faces to the glass.

A blue hole had opened up in the sky, and odd creatures were swimming through the brilliant light, right into New York City.

Aurora felt a rising panic in her chest.  “Let’s get out of here,” she said, swiftly grabbing hold of Kaelyn’s arm and pulling her along.

Once out on the street, they were greeted by a mob of people, some running in terror, others stopped on the street, watching the events unfold mutely through their car windows.

“We have to go this way!”  Aurora yelled over the noise of the crowd.

But Kaelyn had stopped moving. “My dad’s over there.”

“What?”

Kaelyn felt her blood turning to ice inside of her.  “My dad works for the city.  He was working on a project at city hall.”  She turned to Aurora.  “I can’t leave him.  You should go.”

Aurora hesitated.  Her house was on the other side of town and her family had gone on a day trip anyway, so - “I’m coming with you,” she said determinedly.

Kaelyn didn’t protest, she was glad to have a companion for the trek.

They sprinted alongside abandoned cars, moving against the general direction of the crowd, fighting not to be swept back the way they’d come.

Once they’d reached City Hall, they walked into the building.  Right away they noticed a group of people standing in a corner of the room, among them a tall, dark-haired man and - “Dad!” Kaelyn shouted.  He turned to face her, but something in his expression stopped her run towards him.

It was his eyes.  They were pure blue, even the part that was supposed to be white.  Aurora stepped to Kaelyn’s side protectively as the rest of the group turned to face them as well.

“Hello children,” the handsome man said kindly, “would you like to join us in a little project?”  

As he stepped towards them, they moved back.

“I want my father,” Kaelyn said shakily.

The man smiled at them.  “I am Loki, and you are…?”

Kaelyn made no reply, her courage building inside her as her protective instincts kicked in.

Loki sighed at the two girls.  “You don’t have to get mixed up in all this.  Just leave, and you’ll be fine.”

As he spoke, he toyed with a glowing scepter in his hand.  

Aurora said slowly “Give us her father, and we’ll leave you in peace.”

Loki was at their front in an instant, and made a movement to tap Aurora’s chest with the scepter, but Kaelyn grabbed hold of it before it touched her.

“Give. Me. My. Father.” She growled, locking eyes with Loki.  They stared at each other for a long moment, and then Loki cocked a grin at her.

“Here.”  he waved his scepter and the hazel hue returned to Kaelyn’s dad’s eyes.

Loki studied Kaelyn’s astonished look for a minute.  He nodded at her and then waved his scepter again, leading his blue-eyed people out of the building.  “You remind me of myself when I was your age.” he called as he pushed the door open.  And then he was gone.

I may do a follow up to this story, but I thought this was pretty good on its own :)

Clint trying to convince Tony to add another Avenger to the team

“I promise you, she’s worth adding to the team,” Clint insisted once again.  Tony rolled his eyes and continued typing out the plans for his newest suit upgrade.

“You think everyone is worth adding to the team.  You told Wanda she could join the team if she walked out of a room.”

“And she’s awesome!  What’s your point?”  Clint threw his hands up in despair.  Bruce sipped his tea and watched the two of them with mixed amusement and curiosity.  The argument had been proceeding for several minutes with Clint making absolutely no headway.  Actually, if Bruce had had to describe it, he wouldn’t have called it an argument.  It was more like a kid begging his dad for a new pet.  Thinking this, Bruce had to fight the urge to spit his drink back into his mug in laughter.  

“I say we at least check her out,” Bruce volunteered.  

“We don’t need any new members in the Avengers.”  Tony said, the exasperation clear in his voice.  

“Oh did we reach our quota for the year?”  Clint said sarcastically.

“With your help we did, if there is one,” Tony shot back.  Turning from his work to face Clint and Bruce, he sighed.  

“You two are a couple of troublemakers, you know that?”  Bruce smiled at Tony, knowing he was going to give in to Clint within the next few seconds.  

“Okay, we can check her out- Barton, I said we can check her out, not adopt her, stop grinning like that.  You too, Bruce!  Now get out of here before I change my mind.”

Hello everyone, I am back with a new fic!  I’m going to explain it for a few seconds so feel free to skip to the story or stick around for a few moments.  I really like the idea of me being able to take down the Avengers, as much as I want to fight alongside them (like would I be strong enough to?) You know.  Anyway, I haven’t seen a lot of fight scenes between characters in Civil War in fan fiction so I wrote one and I think it went well, so hopefully you think so too.  I am absolutely over the moon for Spiderman, so don’t take this fic as a diss to Spiderman!

Word count: 1644

My lungs are ready to collapse as I sprint through everyone else’s fight in pursuit of the one person I need to catch.  Spiderman. I don’t know him, don’t know what his face looks like, and I need to if I’m going to beat him.  Tony knows that.  Tony probably warned the kid about me.  From what everyone’s been saying, he’s pretty young.  But then again, I’m pretty young, so that’s not much to judge someone on.  

I stop in my tracks and look around to see if I can locate him.  I know he was just in this area, but I don’t see him now.  I am moving my hand to radio Steve when I hear a thump behind me.  

He made a deliberate noise, I know that much.  I turn around and cock my head at him.  That stupid mask.  If he would just take it off for a second…

“Hi,” I say, not moving.  I don’t want to scare him away.  

“Hi.”  He says, taking a hesitant step forward. What is he waiting for? He must think I’m cute or something.

“I’m Mira,”  I say softly, extending my hand to him.  Come on Spider, shake my hand.

He ignores my action, but responds to my words.  “Nice to meet you.  You with Cap?”

I nod.  “Yep.  You with Tony?”

“Yeah…”  He tries to run a hand through his hair and then realizes that he’s wearing a mask. Embarrassed, he laughs, and then says, “Well this has been fun, but I think we gotta fight now.”

Without warning, web fluid comes shooting out of his wrist and hits my bare arm so that I am thrown onto a metal pole behind me.  Now that will be fun to add to my collection of powers.

I let out a blood-curdling scream. “It’s burning me!”  He sprints to my side.  

“What do you mean it’s burning you?”

I hyperventilate and continue to scream through gritted teeth.  “Get it off,” I moan weakly.

Now he begins to panic.  “Okay, you’re gonna be fine, don’t worry.”  He claws at his web, and breaks it rather easily.  

I lean forward, locking hands with him as he catches me.  Immediate power begins to flow through me, but I still need to see his face if I’m going to impersonate him.

“Thank you,” I whisper.

“I’m sorry,” He says with genuine concern in his voice.

I stare into the mask and then quietly respond.  “No, I’m sorry.” Suddenly I leap onto him, pushing him down.  He takes a moment to react, but a moment is all I need, and then I have caught hold of the mask and ripped it off.  

“Give that back!”  He yells, swinging his arm at me, apparently still not wanting to test out whether or not I’m actually allergic to the web.  I duck and return his punch.  He dodges it, and sprays me in the arm again, pinning me to the ground.  

He grabs for the mask, but stubborn as I am, I tighten my grip on the cloth.  His eyebrows furrow and I can tell that he’s getting angry.  Angry enough to stop pulling his punches.  

I rip my arm out of the web only to have him punch me hard in the cheek.  He’s strong, and his punch floors me.  I groan, but push myself back up to a standing position.

“Wait!”  I yell, just as he’s about to spray me. His split second pause of surprise is all I need to spray him in the face with web fluid.

It distracts him, and I stride over and kick him in the groin.  I know it’s a dirty trick, but Tony is going to be really pissed when he finds out that I beat up his pet project, so I’d rather he find out later, and I’m a little pressed for time.

Say what you will, the groin is like an Achilles heel.  Spider drops like a ton of bricks.  A ton of bricks that can groan, of course.

I can read his thoughts, and he’s being his own cheerleader right now. Get up Peter, he’s saying.

“Peter, stay down.”  I order, changing into Quicksilver and stripping him out of his suit.  Once I’ve put on his costume, I slow back down to administer a dose of sleeping darts to Peter to make him unable to follow me, or tell Ironman that I’m not the real Peter.

He watches me, feebly lifting his arm to try to spray me one last time.  I step over to him and pick him up.  “Okay, let’s get you somewhere safe.”  He looks shocked that I’m not leaving him out in the open, but I don’t hate him, I just need to use his identity.  No need to hurt him any more than I already have.

As Peter’s eyes roll into the back of his head, I run into an area where I see Bucky pinned down on the ground with his arm in a web.  His eyes widen as he sees me, and I brace myself for the punch he’s going to throw when I free him.  

“Hey, if I let you go, can you get this kid somewhere safe?”  I ask.  Bucky stares at me. “Look I know we’re fighting, but this kid hasn’t done anything wrong so can you take him somewhere safe?”  

He nods slowly, and I rip the webbing off his arm in one motion.  “Thanks.”  He takes Peter from me, and sprints in the other direction.

My comm buzzes in my ear.  Well, one of them does, I have mine and Peter’s in.  “Spider just gave me a kid, what do I do with him?”  It’s Bucky.

“Just put him in the airport, we can grab him afterwards.”  Steve’s voice grunts through the speaker.

“Peter, what kid?  Where did you find him?”  Tony, in the other ear.

Crap.  Obviously the suit has a listening device on it.  

“Just on the road, I don’t know how he got here.  He’s fine though.”

“Who is that?  Spiderman?  How did you get one of our comms?”  Steve’s voice picks up clarity.  “This is supposed to be Mira’s comm.  Where is she?”

I can’t say anything, obviously, because Tony’s listening, so instead I run out onto the tarmac and search the area for someone I can help.  Hawkeye and Black Panther are fighting, Hawkeye losing badly.  

“Oh crap,” I hear Hawkeye sigh as he takes me in.  He notches an arrow into the bow and draws back to shoot me, only to have Black Panther jump in front of it.  

“Thanks,”  I shout, diving over to them and punching Black Panther in the face.  He stumbles backwards, and I spray his feet with my web fluid so that he trips and falls over.

“What are you doing?”  He yells.  

“Wait, are you…  Oh my goodness, I’m so sorry!  I forgot you were on my side.”  I push past Clint, who’s looking confused, and give him the two finger tap, our code for Mira in disguise.

I’m so busy being proud of myself that I don’t see Steve running at me, so when he takes a swing, he catches me off guard.  The wind gets knocked out of me as I hit the ground and Steve starts railing on me.  “Where is she?”  He yells at me.  “I know you did something to her, what was it?”

“She’s fine, I didn’t do anything to her, I promise!”

Tony’s voice speaks in my ear.  “Peter, where’s Mira?”

“She’s fine, Tony, honest, I didn’t hurt her!”

Steve grabs me and set me upright. “Don’t lie.”

Come on Bucky, put two and two together before Tony does.

On cue, Bucky comes sprinting towards us.  “Steve, leave him alone, he’s doesn’t have her.”

Of course, now it’s Tony’s turn to figure it out.  “Peter, what’s our code?”  He says with some urgency.

“Mr. Stark, I can’t exactly talk right now,”  I grunt, jumping behind Steve to give him the two finger tap.

“Peter, I will shoot you down if you can’t give me the code right now.”  I hear him approaching me from behind, and I know I’m about to be found out.

I hear his arm charging up and I spin around to face him.  “Mr. Stark-”

“Mira, you have him, I know you do.  Where is he?”

“He’s fine,” I sigh, figuring that the truth will ultimately set me free.

Tony fires at me immediately, and I step out of the way as Quicksilver to let it go past.  Once it’s gone, I step back into my spot and fall to the ground with a yelp.

Tony lowers himself to the ground and comes to take a look at me.  I change back into my own body, but make it look as though I have a gaping wound in my side where he shot me.  This way, he’ll associate me with being wounded, and so when I’m not wounded, he’ll think it’s really Peter.

He lifts the mask off my head and looks me in the eyes.  “Where is he?”  He asks again, this time pushing each syllable out slowly through his teeth.  “I told you, he’s safe,”  I groan.  He raises his hand as though he’s going to punch me and I flinch in anticipation of the blow.  When he sees my reaction he lowers his fist, sighs, and then suddenly realizes that Steve and Bucky have made their get-away while I have been distracting him.

“Mira, do you promise me that he’s safe?”  Tony says.  I nod. “Okay, I believe you.  I also know you’re not hurt, so get up and get Peter out of here, you understand?”

I nod again and get up onto my feet.  “Good luck,” I whisper.  

He turns back and looks at me for a moment. “You too, Mira.”

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This is for @elvencantation Request: Shuri and reader without powers- since we don’t actually know whether Shuri is dead (yet), I went with that she’s still alive, since I think that’s the most likely.  Enjoy!

You surveyed the destruction happening outside the laboratory window as Shuri worked on extracting Vision’s infinity stone.  The entire Wakandan army was fighting for the fate of the world, but it was Shuri’s silent focus that really alerted you to the seriousness of this event.  Usually your best friend would be quipping with you or filling you in on what she was doing while she worked, but today she hadn’t spoken except to let her brother know that she wasn’t done the procedure yet.

There was a sudden movement outside the lab and you grabbed your spear as you watched one of the other guards get disarmed and flung aside by an alien creature.  Shuri finished a code and then whirled around to deliver two blows with her arm guns before you jumped in to continue the fight.  “Keep working on Vision!”  you shouted to her, but Vision sprang up and lunged at the alien, pulling him outside.

“No!”  You yelled, and then you turned to face a second alien who had appeared in the doorway.  

“Shuri, run,” you said tersely, gripping your weapon.

She didn’t listen to you, of course.  You had hoped maybe she would put aside her stubborn ways, but no.

You moved to flank the alien on his right side and Shuri raised her arm guns and mirrored your movements to the opposite side.  

You locked eyes and silently agreed upon the attack plan, using ten years of friendship and training together to communicate telepathically.

“Wakanda forever!” She yelled, and shot at the figure, and while he turned towards her, you found a chink in his armour and gifted him a swift jab in his side.  He whirled back to you with a growl and edged in a slash to your side before Shuri pulled a vibranium sword from her weapons collection and beheaded him with a roar of triumph.

“You okay?” She asked, coming over to examine your wound.

“Nothing you can’t fix.  It burns though, must be something to do with that sword.”

She turned to grab the alien weapon when there was a sudden trembling in the ground.  “T’Challa?”  Shuri said worriedly, running to put everyone’s communicators on speakerphone.

“Where did he go?”  We heard Steve say.

“I’m here, Shuri,” T’Challa responded.  “Something is going on down here.  Stay where you are.”

“I will,” Shuri said.  You could see the relief in her eyes.  Losing her brother would kill her.

“Steve?”  Bucky’s voice.

“Bucky?  Are you alright?” Shuri’s voice became concerned again, and you smiled despite yourself.  Of course Shuri would be worried about Bucky.  The two had been inseperable since she’d begun designing Bucky’s arm.  

“Get up, this is no place to die,” you heard T’Challa saying to someone.

“King T’Challa?”  That was Okoye’s voice and she sounded panicked.

“Brother, what’s happening?” Shuri spoke quickly into her comm.  You both waited, but there was no response.  You ran to the window and gasped as you took in what was happening.  “Shuri, look.”

She followed your gaze to the battlefield.  Half of the army was vanishing into thin air.

“Brother!” She yelled. “If you’re there, I need you to say something.”  You waited again, fear creeping in with every passing second.  

“His comm must be broken,” Shuri said finally.  She turned to you, a stony expression on her face.  You both knew.

“Let’s fix your side,” she said after another beat, in which you took each other in, each checking to make sure the other was not vanishing.

You wanted to say something, but there wasn’t anything to be said, so you just nodded.

“Let’s fix my side.”

Here it is!  The next one will be up at some point this week!  Thank you for your patience, and I hope you liked it!  (Sorry if you didn’t want Peter to be a big part of it, I couldn’t think of a way to get the regular human on the planet without him!)  Enjoy and give me feedback!

Alone on Titan

You had simply been caught up in the crossfire when Peter had been beamed up.  You two were classmates, and you had followed him to make sure he didn’t get into too much trouble.  (Of course, you knew he would.  It was Peter.) When he had been taken into the spacecraft, you had been pulled up with him.  

You were sure Tony could handle things alone, but you would feel better if you kept an eye on your friend.  

The beam had pulled you completely into the ship along with the wizard, as Tony had called him.  You hid as soon as the beam dropped you, and the alien miraculously didn’t see you.  When you had finally found Peter and Tony, they had already gotten rid of the alien using Peter’s pop-culture knowledge.

Of course you did, you thought.  Nerd.

Tony knew you from when you had helped Peter out in his other missions, covering for him to his aunt and such.  You were friendly enough with Tony, and generally you could have a nice conversation, but he was furious with you for being aboard the spacecraft.  

This is as angsty as I wanted it to be, and I’m not sorry!

Get help

“You will never be a god,” he chokes out. Your heart feels like it has been ripped out of your chest as you watch Loki’s form drop lifelessly to the floor.You don’t even speak as your mind tries to reconcile the dead man before you with the larger-than-life best friend you’ve known your whole life.“Loki,” you suddenly scream as the magnitude of what has just happened hits you. You lurch forward to grab him, your many injuries forgotten for this moment. His killer watches you as you gather Loki into your arms and rock him. You wish you could turn around and slay Thanos, but you don’t have the anger to try, only an engulfing sadness resides in you now.Loki used to play hide and seek with you in the garden, he and Thor used to “borrow” your dolls to turn them into battle-scarred warriors. You lock eyes with Thor as he crawls to your side. The ship gives a sudden lurch, and you can see an explosion beginning at the back. You and Thor don’t say anything for a moment as you think about what’s going to happen next. You won’t survive the blast, but Thor will. “Get help,” you say quietly. Thor nods solemnly, pulling you and Loki’s body into him.You remember all the times the three of you had pretended Loki was hurt to play a trick; when Loki had tricked you into thinking he was dead. You brush Loki’s hair away from his forehead as the flames catch up to you. “Get help,” you whisper fondly, and then you are gone.

SPOILERS

This is a one-shot I wrote today while the kids were asleep at work, and I am proud of it, even if it’s just little.  I’m also planning a short series to help us all feel a little better about IW, okay?

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“Tony?”

You pushed his bedroom door open, breaking his boundary rule, but you didn’t care.  He sat motionless on his bed, staring at the wall.  

You knew why he was so lethargic; you had been there when it happened too.  

You moved to sit next to him. There was nothing you could say, that anyone could really say to fill up the hole Peter had left in the house.  His laughter used to reverberate off the walls; now there was only a deafening silence.