*Description: Tony somehow makes it back to Earth, where he finds everyone mourning for their losses. After getting his wounds checked up, and eating a shitload of food, Tony has a real talk with Steve. Will probably be a multi-part story. Enjoy y'all! Constructive criticism is much appreciated.

As the sun rises on upstate New York, Thor, in all his might, just sat there, staring blankly at the sky above. He did this everyday, he'd wake up early to witness the start of yet another day. What was his purpose anyway now? Everything was lost to him. Family taken from him in the span of a few years, his people killed by a genocidal maniac, who then proceeded to kill half of the universe, the list goes on.

'For the first time in my life, I have no idea what I'm supposed to do.' He thought to when he first said that. 'Make it the second time, then.'

So in conclusion, the sun held a bittersweet memory to him. That of his brother, dead for a third and probably final time, but who also died a hero's death, saving him.

His thoughts were interrupted by a dark figure in the sky, seemingly a ship, approaching the landing pad. Was Thanos back for a final bout? Not wasting his time, he quickly summoned Stormbreaker and marched towards the landing ship. Coming out of the main building were also Steve Rogers and Natasha, looking dishevelled and still pretty sleepy, but ready for combat nonetheless.

"Thor? Any idea what that might be?' Steve spoke up, in a slightly tight and confused voice.

Rocket, who nobody had any idea he suddenly showed up, perked up and started pointing towards the clearly damaged ship.

"It's the Benatar! That's Quill's ship!" The raccoon started running towards the spacecraft.

The others were still wary of the Benatar, but as they came close it became very clear that it wasn't that of the Black Order. As they approached, the doors opened, and a manly figure appeared.

"I gotta tell ya, it feels great to be back, but I am starving." A familiar voice called out. As the shadow came out from under the ship, it soon became clear that it was none other than Tony Stark. His beard has grown longer, hair looked messier, and his face was ghostly pale like he hadn't eaten in days.

"Tony?" A bewildered Natasha asked in excitement. "What the...? We thought you were dead."

"I thought I was dead as well, Nat. But I'm probably going to be if I don't eat something, like now." Looking unwell, he groggily walked towards the group. His gaze lifted to look Steve Rogers in the eyes. "Rogers." His nodded his head in acknowledgment. "Thor, new haircut, I like it." He paused for a second to look at the raccoon, and he gave him an apologetic look. "Rocket, was it?" Rocket looked puzzled, but his gaze shifted on the woman behind the man.

"Nebula, where's Quill?" He asked. She looked away from him, looking sorrowful.

"They're all gone."

A moment of silence was present between the six people standing, before one of them noticed something was off.

"Tony, you don't look so good.." Steve pointed out as he began to reach out for the ailing avenger.

"Don't feel like it either.." Was all he could get out, before he was met by a sea of darkness.

*A/N: Okay, okay this was sort of a sneak-peak. Chapters will obviously be longer than this but I just needed to test the waters, see what kind of feedback I would get. Disclaimer: I am not a native English speaker, so grammatical faults might be present. Please comment down below what I should improve in this, I'd really like that. Anyways happy new year for all of you guys! May your 2019 be blessed with opportunities :) 365 new day, 365 new chances :D

Stay Marvelous, bye!*