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Mild Spoilers for Endgame
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PART VI: Soul
Chapter 19
Assembled Again
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I see them; everyone that was on the planet Titan. Strange, Mantis. Drax… Quill. Everyone shimmering and appearing together like fireflies coming to life.
We're in a small plane of existence, it's gray now. Not white. Why am I so averse to the color white right now? Like I'm sick and tired of it?
And then Dr. Strange looks right at me.
"Do you remember?" he asks. "The last five days."
"F-five DAYS?" I shriek back. "We - no. Wait. We were turning into dust, and now we're here, and now… it's been five days?"
He shakes his head, his gaze steel. "It's been five years," he says wanly, chin leveled, eyes boring through me. "Tony Stark needs our help."
Five years.
There's no way.
It couldn't be five years. We were… in space. Right? And then the dust. And then space again. No - a white space. Doors.
I feel my face drop with relief - no, of course not. That's a fever dream. The dream of being dead when we actually probably weren't dead. We were just - trapped, yeah. Trapped in nothing. Nothing happened.
"Do - you - remember anything?" Dr. Strange repeats.
I shake my head. "Remember what?"
"Right answer," he replies, his tone clipped. "Get ready," he calls out, and the others come into focus. As if they weren't standing there all along, listening in. Maybe they weren't. But I thought I saw them.
Dr. Strange circles his hands together in a whirling motion, crosses his wrists, and opens his arms. Golden lights twirl around us like sparklers on the Fourth of July.
A portal opens, yellow sparks shooting off in circular, winding motions.
Something spangled is visible - Captain America's uniform, briefly, through a gray shadow of flying colors and a reek of smoke, charred bodies, and a decimated landscape.
Dr. Strange has opened a portal, and we step through.
I see in the distance - the Avengers. Fighting across a brutal landscape of thousands. A Titan's army.
They're fighting every enemy, aliens and creatures with too many arms, fire and rock plunging out of what is left of the Avengers Facility. Destroyed but not without those that will still stand and fight. I know we can be triumphant.
But I see them, and my heart fills with hope. There's Thor and Hulk. Hawkeye. Captain America.
And Tony Stark.
And wherever they go, I'll follow.
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THE END
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Dear Readers,
I'm too devastated by the end of the film to go any further than this moment.
Thanks for letting me indulge a little longer.
Rest now!
Pip
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