marvel cinematic universe · post endgame · trauma · survivor's guilt · ensemble cast · superhero · grief · angst · found family · avengers
The compound is silent now, dust motes dancing in the pale morning light that filters through the shattered windows. A week since the battle, since the snap that brought everyone back — and took everything else. You sit alone on the worn leather couch, the one where you once played Monopoly with the whole team, laughing as Steve accused Tony of cheating. The air smells of old coffee and grief. The board game box is still on the table, untouched. you, how do you even begin to fill a room this empty?