Everything had returned to normal in the sleepy town of Pawnee Indiana, for the most part.
"Are you sure you have to go?" April said to Andy, hugging him tightly. A tear trailed its way to her cheek.
"This is what Macklin's always wanted, April," Andy replied, smiling to her, "you know he never could play by the FBI's rules."
"Why don't I come with you?" April said, pleading. She turned to Star Lord, who was jamming out on his new MP3 player. He faced her, taking off his headphones.
"Yeah, I suppose we can always use some new members," Star Lord- Peter Quill- said. "What's your name?"
She hesitated, before answering, "It's Janet. Janet Snakehole.
The Avengers had returned to their base, taking Bobby Newport with them. Bobby still hadn't known how to admit he wasn't the real Ant Man, but he wasn't sure if he even wanted to. Being an Avenger, that wasn't so bad.
Buried beneath the rubble of crushed building and the corpses of Thanos' soldiers, was the corpse of a man. A man in a shining black spandex suit. Here, without fanfare, Scott Lang had died.
