@ispdr | endgame starters : ‘ hey. we won, thor. ’ ‘ i wish there was a way that i could let mr. loki know that we won. ’
THERE HAS BARELY BEEN TIME TO BREATHE. A world in ruins, gripped and put back on its axis —— ANOTHER CRISIS AVERTED. We won, we won, we won.
There’s an odd feeling that has settled into the depths of his chest, though. It’s not a BAD feeling; it’s tangled ‘round relief and a levity he hasn’t felt in years. But he had given up HOPE years ago; feeling it again is strange and it burns and it’s a hard, hard feeling just now. Not bad, but —— raw.
But WINNING is never everything; there are costs to every war. Costs that they have all paid.
❛ Me too. ❜ The words, short as they are, feel like they stick at the back of his teeth and feel heavy. SO MANY OTHERS have had reunions —— and what does he have left? The Warriors Three, gone; Sif, gone; Loki, gone; Heimdall, gone. And they are not coming back.
And still, he allows that thought to be swallowed down, and he turns the faintest of smiles upon the boy, and withdraws a hand from its place tucked into a hoodie pocket and sets it upon Peter’s shoulder. ❛ There are many that I wish were yet here to see it. ❜
WHATEVER IT TAKES.
He lets his hand fall, and looks out over the lake once again. Here —— on this land that Stark had built a life for himself ( that they now honor the passing of ) —— it feels strange. Disconnected. Peaceful. Sad. Hopeful. It’s an amalgamation of feelings that he’s not sure how to process.
❛ But win we did. ❜
