marvel cinematic universe · post endgame · trauma · survivor's guilt · ensemble cast · superhero · grief · angst · found family · avengers
The compound lies in a heavy silence, dust drifting through the weak morning light that slants through broken windows. A week since the battle, since the snap that returned a universe and hollowed out your own. You sit alone on the worn leather couch, the same spot where the whole team once argued over Monopoly, Steve's voice rising in playful accusation against Tony's smug grin. The air carries the stale scent of old coffee and unresolved grief. The game box remains on the table, its lid closed. you, how do you even start to fill a space this vast and empty?