Lost
Tony couldn't breathe, he couldn't move, he couldn't see. The light came and Tony screamed but there was no sound. Tony was drowning in water, and there was no surface. There was no release.
Steve was so cold, and so stiff, frozen. He was sleeping, he couldn't wake up.
"Sleep tight Captain."
"No..."
There was no light, and Mjolnir would not come. Thor was a child without a guardian. Where was here? Why was their no one? Who was there to help him?
Clint was in a battle field but he heard nothing. Explosions were everywhere, people were screaming yet he heard nothing. Something grabbed clint from behind, he was powerless, worse, mute and deaf. He was suffocating.
'Help…! Me…!"
Natasha was being chased, by what, she didn't know. They walls were glass, and covered in red, blood.
"Why run Romanoff? You know you're dead, just like those children we killed."
'Ahhhh!'
Bruce was trapped, suspeneded in his mindscape, forced to watch as Hulk killed innocence; killed their friends.
"Hulk stop! Please!"
'Tony! Hulk no!'
'Please!'
Evil has won.