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(Rings bell) Next chapter up! Enjoy.

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Chapter Thirteen

Hermione stepped into the movie theater, looking around and found Deadpool right in the middle of the seating.

She went over and sat down next to him, hissing, "What do you think you're doing?!"

"Oh good! You're here," he said, holding out his popcorn to her. "See, both Avengers movies, not to mention my sequel (Deadpool holds up a large banner telling one and all to see Deadpool 2) are now out and I wanted to see how they did it so we could…" He paused and looked over to the writer who was basically writing everything that was going on in real time. "Hold on!" Jumping up and dropping the banner he went over to the writer, telling her, "You can't be writing what's going on in the movie. Not only is it rude, as there might be some people who haven't seen it…" The writer and Deadpool snorted at this. "Yeah, I know. I couldn't even keep a straight face for that one. Whatever. Anyway, you can't be writing about what happened in the movies. It's lazy writing."

"It is not completely lazy," the writer told him. "But as Marvel did the final bits better than I ever could, I'm attempting a cheat of sorts."

"A cheat?" He leaned down and muttered, "That's lazy writing too."

Frowning she admitted, "I know, but I don't want to kill off Stark."

"Tony Stark dies?!" Hermione screamed from her seat.

Wincing the writer muttered, "I knew she was going to take it hard." She waves Deadpool over to comfort the English witch and proceeds to run away with her laptop in tow hoping and praying to come up with a workable ending to this farce.

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Their arrival to the battle with Thanos was to chaos and bedlam. Hermione would have landed on her rear if not for Cable catching her before that could happen. Setting her onto her feet, the large overly muscled (was that kind of musculature even possible?) man that seemed to be part metal joined the battle. Looking around them, she was solely focused on the death toll. Deadpool was chattering away, but all she could see or hear, all she could feel were all the souls she was reaping at once. Fury sparked in her blood, making her choose what she had to do in that moment. Neutrality must be aside, as that moment wasn't a time for it. Standing up straight, she began walking towards the center of the action. Her scythe whipped out, cutting across several of the chests of the people whom were fighting Bucky. She looked over to him, as the people dropped dead.

"Get on with it," she told him. "I'll be here to collect."

"But…" he started, only to go mute when he saw it. Hermione Granger was everywhere on the field. Her scythe collecting the souls of those who had died and moving on. Looking back over to her to see that she looked somewhat bored.

"Get me to the center of the action and perhaps I might give you a gift," she told him, turning to walk away. "Depends on if you want it still or not."

"You don't need my help," he stated.

"Perhaps not, but I would have at least thought you'd like to see what was going to happen," she replied and went on her way.

Bucky couldn't help but to agree with her and ended up following her as she went about reaping her way towards the center of the battle. And just as she arrived to where Thanos was, her scythe, which had been noncorporeal up until that point, changed. In a flash that had many around them turning to see what was going on, it was a solid in her hand.

She turned to look at Deadpool, who noticed that she held the first scythe in her hand.

Frowning, he said, "I thought that was in a bank vault in England."

"It was," she replied. "I'm going to miss having my arse."

And in a flash, what flesh she had vanished and soon she was standing there in her black death robes hanging in tatters around her.

"I'm already missing your ass," the crazy mercenary said with a wistful sigh.

The fighting had stopped with only those closest to them seeing what was going on. Thanos tried to approach her.

"I reject your gift," she said, her words cold and unyielding. "I reject you. This is a waste of both my time and my patience." She whipped her scythe around so that the blade as at Thanos's throat. "How dare you presume my emotions in regards to you or your place within my existence?!" The last words rang out like a thunder clap, stilling whatever skirmishes were going on at the fringes of the battle zone. "You presumptuous peacock, have but one thing to do now and this…" She motioned around them. "…will end."

"Pardon…" Tony started to say, but it was Bucky who covered his mouth with his hand.

"You don't interrupt Death when she's taking care of the problem for you," Barnes told him in a low voice.

"But, My Mistress…" Thanos started, but was cut off by the infuriated representation of death.

"I said enough!" The sky went dark and somewhere there one of the people (more than likely Ebony Maw) was struck by lightning. "You call this a gift? You jeopardize my livelihood—nay, my very existence—and I am supposed to be pleased?" She sneered in the mad god's face, hissing, "You have gone beyond the pale and now you shall pay the price." She went over to Stark, yanked the gauntlet off his hand. Removing the stones, she proceeded to crush them in her hand. "I was given them once to hold and I did so well. They have no use now and have no place in this reality." With that, she lifted her boney hand let the dust of the stones that once were so powerful float away on the breeze of the universe to places unknown. "And you, Thanos, have only one thing to do now." She leaned down and breathed against his lips, "Die."

He turned to dust, as surely as the stones had a moment before. The Dead on the battle field vanished, leaving the living there wondering just what had happened and why they were there at all. This had nothing to do with the stones or their destruction and everything to do with the mass obliviation she performed at the same time Thanos died. This, she reasoned, was for the best.

Hermione went over to Deadpool, the scythe changing back to her usual one, and she becoming much fleshier as she stood next to him.

"What the hell happened?" Tony asked, looking around to see how the fighters were all leaving.

"It's over," Peter Quill told him. "It's time to go back to our normal."

"About damn time too," Rocket said, looking up to Groot. "There's a ship and a whole universe out there to smuggle from, huh, pal?"

"I am Groot," he said, looking over to Hermione and giving her a wink that had her thinking the spell didn't come close to working on the tree man. And for that moment, she was okay with that.

"If I could have a moment of your time?" Hermione said to Peter. "I need for you to write something out for me."

"Why?" he asked her.

"It's either me ask you or I fake your writing," she told him. "I figured you'd think it's funny too."

"Well?"

Once she was finished telling him what she wanted, he chuckled and wrote it out. "Here you go. Let me know how that turns out."

"I'm sure you'll find out," she replied, as she magically multiplied it and tossed the notes to the wind to scatter about. "Deadpool! Home and Mexican food awaits!"

Wrapping his arms around her, he sighed, "Sounds like the best plan ever."

TBC…

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And there you go another chapter is away. Thanks for reading and remember to remain awesome with a capital you! (Pauses) yeah, that sounded much better in my head, but you get what I meant. Have yourselves a fantastic day!