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Goodbye. (Hopefully, we never see each other again).

Loki; The Architect of the Avengers

Pathetic. These losers are pathetic. Do they really think that the war is in any way over? What a bunch of squabbled idiots the world has as its protectors. I control my face to look defeated and angry, when in reality, I'm laughing gleefully at my knowing of the continued war on this planet.

The Captain on his two-wheeled contraption and the others on their four-wheeled contraption arrive as I am being tugged alongside my brother. His face looks of a grown warrior in victory, but I know that on the inside he is jumping in joy as he used to do when he would win a battle.

The 'Avengers' (what a stupid name) make their way towards me and form a human circle around me. How hilarious! Even after defeat, they are still wary of me. I can smell their fear from here.

"Thank You for all your help." Thor bellows to the group.

They all nod back at him, giving their goodbyes in silence. All except for Tricity. She walks up and embraces my brother in a warm hug, which he gladly returns. When they separate, she places a hand on his shoulder and tells him sternly,

"Visit Jane, okay?"

He nods in response and then she turns to me, her expression unreadable.

"Nice meeting you." She smiles wickedly and I decide that out of all the pathetic hooligans called the Avengers, Elizabeth Stark might not be as bad. I bet she doesn't know the extent of her power. She could conquer the world with the power she possesses and yet, all she does is create electrical and icy blasts.

Elizabeth takes her rightful place beside her brother and my own gives a final nod before he places a hand on the glass case in which the Tesseract is being held and I feel the familiar surge of energy as I am whisked back to Asgard. My home. My prison.

The War isn't over yet.

Tony

I step back from Thor and Loki, but mainly from the surging blue energy that surrounds them and wait (since my captivation disables me to move) until both blue light and Asgardians are no longer present.

"Wow. That was some day." My sister says from beside me, her eyes yet to leave the spot where Thor and Loki once stood.

"Tell me about it." I respond.

"I'm going to stay in Washington with Charlie for a couple of days. Try to regain some normalcy into my life. Not that my life was ever normal, you know, with the powers and S.H.I.E.L.D, and now Iron Man. But this was...abnormal, even for me." She finally looks at me.

Even though I'd much rather prefer her staying here, where I can guarantee her safety, I nod in her direction, acknowledging her request. We slowly walk up to my (awesome) red, (awesome) leather, (awesome) two seat Ferrari where Bruce meets us with his (extremely small for a long stay) luggage. Liz looks at the two of us with a furrowed brow.

"There are only two seats." She states the obvious.

"I know." I reply carefully.

"There are three of us." She again states the obvious.

"Yes, there are." I again reply slowly, as if I was talking to a small child.

"Well, are you going to sit on Bruce's lap?" She sarcastically says.

I pretend to think for a second, and then I pretend to get an idea.

"Hey Capsicle!" I call out to the man who is currently talking to Leoglas.

When he turns to acknowledge me, I wave him over and he makes his way towards us.

"So here's the plan, Brucie and I will take my amazing new car to the Tower and Capsicle can take Lizzie to the Tower on his...whatever that is." I point to the bicycle parked under an apple tree.

My sister narrows her eyes (threateningly) at me and before she can say a word, I grab Steve's hand, shake it, rush into the car (in which Bruce already sits) and drive away. It's surprising that Lizzie didn't go on a full rant during the time, but come to think about it, her shock probably took over.

"That was the plan all along, wasn't it?" Bruce asks me.

I just smile and turn the radio on.

Elizabeth

I stand there awkwardly for who knows how long, staring at the spot where my brother's new Ferrari was parked a few seconds ago. That son of a bitch!

"Liz?" Steve calls my name (who knows how long he's been calling it) and I finally face him and give him a sheepish smile.

"You don't have to take me to the Tower. Tony was just being Tony. I'll just fly there, not fly, fly, but you know, my water thingy that I use to get around. Actually, there was this one time where I tried to fly, like create repulsers similar to Iron Man's using my heat, but it was too hard to generate heat, control it and fly at the same time so I gave up. The water river is much easier, cause ice is to slippery and we both know I'll fall cause I was born klutz and well, we don't even need to get started on electricity becau..."

"Get on the bike Liz." Steve amusedly tells me.

Sometime during my babble, he had gotten his motorcycle and mounted on it. He gestured for me to take a seat behind him and I made my way to the back of the bike, taking deep breaths on the way.

I position myself on the bike, until I'm in a comfortable position as far away from Steve as possible. But the universe probably had enough of my good luck because as soon as the bike rumbles on, it goes flying forward through the road, taking me along with it.

I jolt forward on the bike, latching onto the only thing there is to stabilize me, Steve. I feel his body go rigid as soon as I face plant into his back (muscular as expected), but due to the speed this bike is going at (I'm surprised it can pass 50 mph), I don't think I'll even be able to let go to even brush the hair off my face. Apart from my rivers of water, I've never been one for roller coasters or any type of speedy transportation, so riding on Steve's grandpa bike, which is not so grandpa after all, is terrifying. Therefore, my head is buried into his leather jacket (that smells of apples, shaving cream and...Steve), and my arms (damn bitches with a mind of their own) have looped under his arms and cling on tightly.

We finally come to a stop a few blocks away from the Tower, and by miracle, a spot that isn't trashed. I gingerly get off, not wanting to expose my fear and stare at the ground for a few seconds before he starts a conversation (something I'm amazingly good at).

"I'll drive slower next time."

"What?" I feign confusion

"Next time, I'll drive slower."

So he did notice. I clear my throat and compress the wide smile that threatens to blow out, although I can feel the corners of my moth tip up widely.

"Next time? I wasn't really sure there was going to be a next time." I tell him, leaning my back against a dusty lamppost.

"This isn't goodbye. Right?" A hint of fear sweeps in the corner of his eyes and I am quick to chase it away.

"No, it isn't. I mean, it is goodbye. But not goodbye, goodbye. Like the goodbye when you know, you're never going to see someone again and you sadly say goodbye like they do in those chick flick romantic movies. This is goodbye. The 'see you again' goodbye. The 'I will find a way to contact you' goodbye. The 'we should meet up sometime' goodbye. The..."

"Goodbye Liz." He softly interrupts me.

There are only two people in the entire world that can interrupt my rant. The first is Tony, and the second person is Aunt Peggy. However, I'm pretty sure I can make an exception for Steve Rogers, especially when he moves in closer until we're a breath apart and his lips inch closer to mine.

"Lizzie, are you here yet? I'm bored!"

We abruptly pull away at the voice of my brother over my (goddamn 'automatic answer for Tony') phone and I instantly glare and decline it, even though I know that our moment is gone. I smile softly at the sheepish solider who has managed to weasel his way into my every thought since day one, and step closer.

"Goodbye Steve" I whisper and give a gentle peck on his cheek before I wave him goodbye to wherever he's going.

I make my way into the Tower and the elevators open for me. I stand there while Tony's favourite band plays.

My phone rings once more.

"Hey, did I interrupt something? You cut the phone earlier."

Thanos

I keep my eyes trained on the magnificent blue and green planet. A planet where an Infinity Stone once resided. Now, because of the idiot Loki, it has been taken to Asgard, and I can't let anyone know of my plan just yet, or I will be in the middle of a fully-fledged war without the knowledge of where the others are.

And Loki, the ignorant fool! He had one task: kill the girl with the power, and bring me her blood. Instead, the brainless bastard sought to rein the planet. I cannot have her in my way. My plan cannot be prosecuted 'till she dies and loses the power that she holds. Only one of us can survive, and it can't be her.

Another plan begins to form in my head and I feel the start of a smile.

The War isn't over yet. Elizabeth Stark will die.