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Thanos had won, and now he rested.

He sat in the middle of the area he last landed with a throne crafted of precious metals. Earth was so beautiful, he thought. He'd stay here.

The few heroes left gathered in the new Avenger's facility to discuss matters.

"We can't keep doing this," Stark spoke, his face stained with tears. Peter's death was fresh in his mind.

"I've grown so old. So have all of you," he motioned. "We need the younger ones back. We need Quill and Strange and- And Peter," he said, his voice quivering.

"How would you like us to accomplish that?" Cap said, a hint of annoyance in his voice.

"I say, we march up to Thanos and lay it all on the line to get them back."

"You're suggesting-" Cap started.

"I would do anything for my king," Okoye said.

Nebula was listening to all of this. "Peter made Gamora very happy, and... And Gamora saved me."

"We are not-!" Steve began again.

"Parker would do so much good," Tony mourned.

"Enough!" Cap cut off. "We do not trade lives! Is anyone here seriously considering otherwise?"

There was a long pause as everyone looked around the room. Everyone, but Tony.

Staring Cap dead in the eye, he mumbled: "I would do anything for Peter."

"And I for my king."

"And me for my sister."

"I lost someone important, too. But, we are Avengers, not sacrificers. We do not trade lives!" Rogers was growing furious.

"He would've done it for you." Tony snarled, and then walked out of the building for some air.

Cap sprinted out after him. Tony heard him, but made no move to stop or slow down. Steve grabbed his shoulder and turned him around. It wasn't until now that Tony saw the tears in Cap's eyes.

"Do you know what he said to me?" Cap began. "His last words. He was dying. He called my name out. I looked over just in time to see him die."

Tony looked dead as he stared at his past friend's flickering eyes.

"We all broke promises. Now the question is, what's more important? A valiant seventeen year old with enough strength to go around, or a fifty year old man with a mechanical degree?" He waited. "Peter's last words were, "I'm sorry." I don't know what that kid meant. How could I? What was he sorry for? Whatever it was, I want to make it right. No matter the cost."

"I won't let you do this," Steve nearly begged.

"I don't need you to," was Tony's response.

Back in the main room, they were all discussing.

"Strange has helped me many times. I am still young, but I am fading... My family is gone. There are no Asgardian's left. Jane Foster's fate is uncertain." Thor continued, "I would be willing to bring him back."

"So, we've got Quill, Strange, Parker, T'Challa," Natasha said from the corner. "Wanda is so powerful. If anyone could defeat Thanos, it'd be her. Her powers are limitless, and she's merely scratched the surface. I would be willing to trade."

Steve walked in at this moment, followed by Tony close behind.

"We have reduced our lives to chess pieces," Steve remarked.

Banner was sitting quietly. He didn't know what to say.

"We're tearing ourselves apart."

"As they say, out with the old, in with the new," Nat said sadly.

"Are we going to do this or not?" Tony asked. "I need an answer. No maybes."

"For Wakanda," Okoyo said.

"For the Avengers," Tony added.

"For the future," Thor concluded.

"I have to go somewhere," Tony said suddenly and ran out of the room, once again.