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There were no words to even try and explain what had just unfolded before them.

They had won. Thor had gotten Thanos, right in the heart. There was nothing left for him to do.

Snap.

One noise and it all changed.

"You should've aimed for the head."

The titan's final words haunted Thor as he stood at the edge of the clearing, his new hammer hanging loosely in his hands. He looked down at it, twisting the wooden handle in between his hands, given to him by his friend, Tree. It didn't feel right. To be standing here with it still in his possession while the person responsible for holding it together was not. His eyes flicked over to the deep purple stain at the head of the ax. Where it had stuck into the titan's chest. It hadn't been good enough.

Steve Rogers knelt in front of the lifeless Vision, his forehead crushed. It was horrible. A horrible way to die, and even worse for others. Wanda sacrificed her love to save the world but had to sit and watch when Thanos used the time stone to reverse the damage and kill him all over again.

It was hard enough to see a loved one die. But twice? That was torture.

But of course, Steve didn't even know where Wanda went. Everyone disappeared, snap, in a blink of an eye.

Natasha stood over him, a hand pressed against her side. She was probably hurting but knowing the Black Widow, she wouldn't let them know until she thought she absolutely needed to. "What are we going to do?" She asked, eyes looking back and forth, taking notes of everyone and how badly they were injured. The assassin had gotten good at taking care of the rest of them.

"Oh, God," Steve whispered, thinking about the massive amount of damage the titan could've done. Natasha walked over and placed her hand on Steve's shoulder, trying to bring some sort of comfort to the man, but it didn't have any effect.

Natasha looked down at Steve sadly, then turned back to the rest of the people with a sigh. "Ok, we need to do a headcount, see who's standing." Quiet but affirmative noises came from everyone, eyes downcast.

Natasha listed names, and only half the people answered. The people left were Steve, herself, Banner, Rhodey, and Okoye. Everyone else had disappeared, gone off only god knows where. Another name jumped into Natasha head, one that made her eyes widen in concern. She whipped out her phone and prayer the Wakanda forest had some form of service. When she reached two bars, she almost cried out in relief. Pressing the first number on speed dial, she excused herself from the grieving captain and the confused rest of the team, whispering prayers underneath her breath.

"Nat?" The name uttered by the voice on the other end brought a huge sigh of relief for her.

"Clint, thank God you're alright," Natasha said, overjoyed by just the sound of her partner's voice. Her relief ended when she recognized the slight tremble in a voice that was normally strong. Against the rules of the Sokovia Accords, she kept in contact with the archer, calling him almost every week to catch up and see how the family was doing, and whenever she was sure she wouldn't be caught by the government, she stopped by the farm to see the Bartons. They were doing alright, Clint was unnerved by the ankle monitor, and the lack of mobility he had from it, but the last phone call they had before she had to drop off the grid said he was close to finishing his sentence and it would be off in a few weeks.

"Natasha," Clint said again, his voice cracking in the middle of her name.

"Clint, talk to me," Natasha nearly shouted, plugging one gloved finger into her ear to block out any noise. Except that the forest was nearly silent.

"She's gone, Tasha, I-I… she's gone, they all disappeared! Coop's here but they…" Natasha swore under her breath, with a guess of what was going on.

"Barton. Who's gone?"

"Everyone, except me and Cooper. Laura, Lila, Nathaniel, they disappeared. It was like...like, I can't even describe it, like-" He paused for a second, thinking of the right word. "Dust. Like dust, and they fell right through my hands, I couldn't stop it, I-"

It confirmed Natasha's fears. The same thing that happened to them, happened to the Barton's too. Did that mean it happened other places too? All over the world? No one knew what Thanos had in store when he snapped, but it couldn't have been anything minor.

"Clint, calm down, breathe. Where are you at?" Natasha heard Clint taking a few deep breaths, calming himself using the techniques he had been taught, so she took the opportunity to check on the rest of the team. Walking around she made sure everyone was alright, checking on injuries, which were as minimal as expected for fighting an alien race and titan. Natasha was most worried about Cap, who took a massive blow to the head from Thanos. But he was still sitting on the ground, his mouth silently moving without making any noise. Suddenly, Clint was back on the line and Natasha focused back to him.

"We're still at home. We're holding it together pretty well, but I don't know how long either of us is going to stay that way. Where are you guys?" Clint said, his voice a little stronger as if he was regaining some control.

Natasha sucked in a breath. "Grab your gear, and bring Coop. You know the spare Quinjet we left on the farm take that. I'll text you the coordinates, and you need to get here as soon as possible. We're going to need all the help we can get."

Clint paused. "Tasha? Where is here?"

"Wakanda."

The line was silent for a moment, and Natasha thought he had hung up. "Clint?"

"I'm here, I'm grabbing my gear. I had it hidden away, so the FBI couldn't find it. I'll tell Cooper to pack a bag, I'm not leaving him alone and I don't know who I can leave him with." Natasha smiled through the phone.

"You rock, Barton. Love you."

"Right back at you, Romanoff. I'll be there in a little bit. But first, I'm going to go check on a friend."