"Okay, but where's Tony?" she asks. "Does anyone know where he went or who he was with?"
They look around, some at Rocket who continues staring at the floor with his head in his paws.
"He left with the wizard," says Bruce, "the wizard with the Time Stone."
"Strange?" Thor asks. "No, that…"
Each of them looks again at the others. Steve sets his mouth in a grim line. "Thanos had the Time Stone."
She looks at Bruce and swallows hard. "Okay. So, Tony left Earth with a Stone…and Thanos…came back with the Stone and no Tony."
"Or wizard," Thor says softly.
She looks at the ceiling, holding back tears, knowing they all expect her to cry.
Rocket sniffles and a few eyes turn on him. He wipes his snout, stating brokenly, "He had the Power Orb and that other one, the one from Knowhere."
Thor clenches his jaw as hard as he can.
"That means…my friends were on their way…and Xandar." Rocket momentarily fists his paws before relaxing them again. "Thor…Thor, I let them—"
"No, don—don't dwell on it, rabbit. We fought him with all six stones, there's still a chance—"
"There's no chance," snaps Rhodes, "because who he didn't kill he just took. He just took them. They're gone. Thor? Do you hear me? Gone."
Rocket curls up into the smallest ball he can, trying unintentionally to think like a basic animal again. Thor turns his good eye on Rhodes, flicking a look at Steve, but Steve has nothing to add or detract from this conversation. He looks vacant himself, exhausted, distant. Humans wear out fast, even when they shouldn't.
The other three regress into the shadows of the room, away from the ashen simulcra corpse of Vision, from the crater in his forehead that once held life, from the crippled and hopeless champions, and from the rage of mourning.
Persistent as ever, the sun sets, swallowing them in twilight.