There's an empty feeling that comes with knowing we won at the cost of others's lives.
Natasha. Tony. More and more people fighting against Thanos's army.
Tony snapped his fingers, causing Thanos and all of his forces to turn to dust. He died from his wounds shortly afterwards.
So, the world started putting itself back together. Celebrations were held in every country, even Sokovia.
Wanda and I sat on a grassy hill just outside of the city. Fireworks were blazing above us, but that was not why we were there.
In front of us, there were three graves. One for our father. One for our mother. One for our brother.
We sat there, in silence, mourning but celebrating at the same time. I don't remember when I started to cry, but once I did, there was no stopping it.
Saving the world had a price. It always has, it always will.
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A few days later, we attended Tony Stark's funeral.
Tony's family along with a few others were watching a holographic message that he left behind. The rest of us waited outside.
Pepper stepped out of the house, carrying a wreath. On top of the wreath was Tony's very first Arc Reactor. She set it down on the lake, and it floated away.
And me? Who am I? Who had I become?
Hero. Enhanced. Savior. Experiment. Sacrifice.
Avenger.