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Summary: Humanity has been lost to the ravages of the apocalypse. Nothing is left, all the Avengers are dead. Until one of them is given a second chance. But are they willing?
Chapter 1: The clock is ticking
I looked around. I saw glorious skyscrapers, demolished. Blood was everywhere. From civilians, from the invaders, from myself.
In the distance I saw Clint, and Natasha.
Clint was laying down, face first. His left arm was bruised, battered, and broken. His right was lying 1 foot away, having been ripped from it's socket. Seeping out from under his head, was liquid crimson.
Dead.
Natasha was lying face up, next to Clint. Her left hand, intertwined with his broken hand. Her face was covered in dirt and grime, her hair was matted down with blood. She held Clint's bow with her right arm, hugging it close to her chest. From the edges of her eyes, water dripped. First coming in mere drips, then becoming a steady stream.
Broken.
To my left, I saw Mjölnir, crashed and stuck into the pavement. She was shaking, trying to get to her master, Thor.
Alive.
It rose up, and lifted my hopes. There was hope. Then he hammer fell, and it seemed as if it had lost all of it's life. As Mjölnir fell back down to the earth, a heart stopped.
Dead.
In the distance, I heard Hulk's roar.
Alive.
To my right, about 10 yards away, I saw it. The shield. The shield that stood for justice, and brought down bullies. Lay in exactly 4 pieces, broken down by a tyrant, and broken like the universe's cruel justice. I couldn't bring my eyes to look up at the man who held be shield.
Dead.
I turned to look up at the grey sky. The mask of my armor had been broken off hours ago, soon after the fight started.
"You have fallen."
The damned sly bastard. Loki had invaded with his army, this time 3 times as big.
"Earth's mightiest heroes." He taunted. "You cannot avenge the earth, if you are dead."
Even through the raging concussion pounding on my skull, I knew he was objectively right. All we could do at this point is bleed on him.
It's over. We've lost.
I let the darkness consume me.
Dead.