Disclaimer: Avengers belongs to Joss Whedon and Marvel, not me...sadly...que quiet sobs
Steve's P.O.V
I gazed at the city that once thrummed with life now reduced to ashes and ruins, I saw people crying in relief and/or grief. I glanced at my team, The Avengers, as they helped looked for survivors in the rubble. I had just been doing the same until I got lost in my thoughts. My enhanced ears strained as I thought I heard a quiet sniffle from under the rubble that once was a small café owned by a young couple. I heard it the second time and didn't hesitate in dropping the rocks in my hand, beckoning over my team and carefully but swiftly pulling at what used to be the café.
Tony P.O.V
I was lifting crumbled walls of desecrated buildings when Steve called us all over, he was already there pulling at rubble. I saw Bruce glance up from his makeshift clinic near us, while Clint and Natasha sprinted over from across the, what used to be, street; desperation for survivors the only emotion leaking into their usually blank eyes. I lifted the roof off, what I figured out was, our local café when I saw two figures, a woman holding her husband in her arms crying silently. As the injured husband had his hand on her bleeding cheek, to my horror I realised that those two figures were the bubbly kindhearted owners of the café.
"I have a visual, young couple both alive, possibly injured so I can't move them." I reported grimly.
I saw my teammate's faces, and a few civilian's, pale with realisation. The pace quickened, when the way was clear neither woman nor her partner even glanced away from each other. From my previous angle I couldn't fully see them but now I could see everything. From the thick pole lodged straight through the woman's stomach to the large glass shard glinting from her partner's chest.
3rd Person P.O.V
The street was quiet as they watched the couple say farewell to each other one last time. Suddenly the woman's mouth opened and she began to sing quietly but clearly as she cried.
When, your, time comes around
To lay you gently in the cold dark earth
No grave, can hold your body down
You'll come home to me
She coughed harshly life leaving her once lively body as she gazed lovingly into the eyes of the dying man who stole her heart. With one last surge of strength she sang
When, my, time comes around
Lay me gently in the cold dark earth
No grave, can hold my body down
I'll crawl home to you
With those final words the people watched as she sighed her last breath and the hand slipped from her cheek