Rhodes
"Sam? Sam!" Rhodey called for what felt like the hundredth time, desperation crawling at his being. He saw Thanos throw his friend into the tree line with such force it set panic alight within his chest, the memories of his own fall at the forefront of his mind.
"Sam, where you at?" Was he too injured to cry out for help, to move towards him? Rhodey moved to use his suit to search for his Sam's heat signature when he heard cries and howls cut through the silence.
Running back towards the clearing where the thick of the fight had occurred against Thanos, Rhodey was met with Thor destroying trees left, right and centre, and less than half a dozen of his friends mourning the body of Vision.
"What happened?" Rhodey whispered. His fearful expression pleaded to his friends while each one could not bear to look up. Bruce had left his Hulkbuster suit and stood with his arm outstretched against a tree as though he needed it to help him stand. Nat and Cap were knelt over Vision, their sobs barely audible over Thor. The Racoon creature that had joined the fight with Thor was sat on the ground, staring into nothing. T'Challa's General, Okoye had disappeared through the tree line and back towards Wakanda, sparing him only a hard but tearful glance.
"Cap?" Rhodey pleaded, moving towards where Vision lay. He looked into the dead, white eyes of his friend and had to close his own against the sight.
It wasn't Steve that answered, but Nat, who stood slowly, clutching her injured side.
"He won, and he took half the universe with him." Rhodey shook his head, unbelieving.
"It's just… It's just us left?" Nat nodded her head slowly, her glance casting back towards Vision.
"Sam? He… He's…" Rhodey saw Steve let out another choked sob and took that as confirmation.
"No, it can't be… It can't…" He was so unwilling to believe the words, that if it wasn't for Nat taking his now bare hand and squeezing it tight, he would have continued to upturn the undergrowth to find Sam.
Nat's words lodged within his chest as he struggled and refused to swallow the truth of them. Every single one of them knew what was at stake, but the full reality of it had begun to settle like a thick cloud of smog that made it difficult to breathe.
Rhodey tried to wrack his brain to determine the appropriate action for a situation like this; however, the fact was, there was no situation like this and no way any training could have prepared them.
For the first time in his life, he was at a loss. He had no plan of attack, no course of action.
He turned to Nat, gripping her hand just as tight as she had.
"What the hell do we do now?"