AN: hope you guys enjoy this chapter!

The shine shone brightly through the window of room, causing Thor to groan in protest. He wasn't sure how long he had been out, but he had a pounding headache, that he was beginning to become used to. Shielding his eyes, he squinted towards the source of light, and noticed he was still in his home. Maybe he had imagined Natasha being there yesterday, which was rather comical to him. He couldn't believe that he was now seeing his team mates trying to help him. It was sad and pathetic really.

Raising up from the ground, he tried to get up, but his whole body felt heavier than usual. Yup, he had gone for the stronger stuff yesterday. Happened every time, but now his body was slowly getting adjusted to it, and he didn't feel like a bag of rocks, like he had done the first week of his alcohol binge. But the fact of the matter was, he didn't need anyone. Didn't need the stupid avengers to come save him. No one. He didn't need any of them! He thought to himself, as he sat down on a chair that wasn't littered with clothes or empty bottles.

Oh how he needed to clean up. He mused to himself, wiping off some crumbs off the table, before shrugging. It didn't matter. No one was going to come in here again.

You should've gone for the head.

The voice of Thanos always in the back of his mind. The constant visual of that day, the day that had changed everything. It was constantly on repeat, no matter how much he had to drink the day before. Or how much he pigged out. Even he knew he was no longer the handsome man as before. His stomach had a slight pudge to it now, his arms were losing its muscle tone.

The memory of the day seemed to come back stronger this time. Like he was there all over again….

They were all in Wakanda, besides Stark he had noticed, but he was more concerned about helping everyone protect the stone. The last stone that Thanos shouldn't get.

The roads and jeers from both sides could be heard.

Then silence fell. He wasn't sure what had happened, but he needed to go and find out. He had to make sure that whatever it was, wasn't the… end. He had to avenge Asgard, his parents, and even… Loki.

"Son of a bitch. You could've pretended there was no stone on your person!" He exclaimed to no one in particular, as he flew to where Thanos was at.

Time stood still, if only for a moment. Death could be seen all around him. He had been to late. But he slung the blade of the Stormbreaker against his chest.

"You should've gone for the head." Thanos whispered out loud, before snapping his fingers….

He cried out in anguish as the memories of that day came back to him.

It was his fault.

If he had gone for the head on the grass of Wakanda, they would ALL be alive then!

"I need a drink." He croaked through his tears. He needed to forget everything!

Standing up from his chair, he headed for the back room, where all the alcohol was at, but instead found… nothing. He started to panic and hyperventilate. What had happened to his stuff? He thought in a panic!

"You won't need that anymore." Came a calm voice, like they were speaking to a child. He looked up and saw Rogers there, in casual clothing. He didn't come as the superhero.

"Where. Is. My. Beer?!" He exclaimed! "I'll have your head for this!" Thor bellowed out. His head pounding more than usual. How long had he really been out? He wondered.

"I'm sorry to do this…" came the voice of Natasha on his other side.

"Wha…?"

"Thor it's for…"

"You can't. It's my fault. Everyone dead. Gone. All because of me!" He said looking back and forth at them. He needed to calm down before a full blow out of a panic attack happened. "I don't need help! I'm fine!" Thor told them both.

"It's not…." Nat started before stopping mid sentence, and looking towards Steve and nodding at the man. He nodded back at her, looking a little sad.

"Sorry for this Thor." He told him, confusing the man a little bit.

"Sorry for…" Thor began but stopped mid sentence as his whole body went lax.

Natasha and Steve looked on sadly as they easily captured their friend. It was the last thing they both wanted to do, but it had to be done to save him from the destructive path he was heading down.