AN: the beginning will be a flashback, something that came to my mind, but still stems from the movies.

The shackles were tightly shut against his whole body, as he watched Thanos murdered several people he cared about most. He wanted to rip the man limb from limb, but couldn't. The silent scream, that was heard from the plate against his mouth, was heard, but the energy that coursed through his body was beyond what he could control. Everything was hitting him at once. He lost everything. Even his own brother.

The mad magician smirked at him, as if he knew he couldn't do anything in his shackles. The electricity was becoming to much through his body, and the more he yanked at the chains, the more he wanted to rip them all to shreds. Luckily, the only one who was getting out alive in this was the Hulk himself. Banner was lucky. It had been Heimdall that saved his fellow teammate. But the fact of the matter was, he had died doing what was right.

He lost his family, his eye, his love, his home, his hammer, and his people in such a short time span it hurt. The loss was to much for him, but he needed to get out of this alive. He just… had to! He thought to himself as he yanked as his chains once more. The feeling of dread increasing with each pull.

The bastard would pay! Thanos was going to die before he even mastered getting all the stones. He just needed a better weapon! He thought to himself, as he glared at the pawns of Thanos before him.

The room started to become white as a star about to explode…..

Thor gasped loudly from the nightmare. He had just went back to that day. The day he lost his brother all over again. He hated it. Hated the fact that he was relieving it all over again, and also the fact that he wasn't drunk or pigging out on food. It hadn't been this way for several months now. He had been fine. Sure, he was completely drunk most of the time, but that's what helped him to get on with his day. He didn't want to remember anything! He thought to himself, as he looked around the room and wondered where he was at.

The bed was more comfortable than his own. The walls were white, a door was to his left, and a table was against the wall with a chair tucked under it. Looking down he noticed that he wasn't in his usual clothes; ones that he had worn for several weeks at a time without really showering. He really didn't care if he had smelt like a pig. He saw the IV in his arm, and cursed everything to high heaven. He was there. At the compound, the last place he wanted to be at!

"God damn you all!" He bellowed out, even though no one was probably around to hear him. All he wanted right now was to be left alone, with a bottle of scotch or something stronger, to ease his mind and get rid of the after affects the nightmares usually gave him.

Turning his head to the right, he noticed the curtains were slightly opened, to filter in some of the light from outside. It wasn't morning time from what he could gather, but the only thing missing from the place was his beloved Stormbreaker. Raising his hand up, even though it felt like jelly, he decided to call it to him, but nothing had happened.

So he waited what felt like forever, with no end result.

Another failure on my part. He thought to himself with a sad sigh, before letting out a frustrated yell. Why? What did he do to have so much pain happen to him and his people? He thought to himself angrily. Why wasn't he worthy anymore?

The door opened up a moment later, and he glared at the woman coming in. She had been the one to kidnap him from his home. He didn't need to be saved! He mused to himself.

"Go away." He said to her.

"Thor we are concerned about…"

"My well being? My health? Hah!" He snorted, even though he usually didn't, especially since gods never did it in the first place, he did. It was a joke. None of them cared. And if they had, they would've been to his rescue sooner. Quicker. Not months later! "Could've fooled me, Natasha!" Thor said to her, as he took the IV out of his arm without even looking.

"You aren't the only one suffering here…"

"Suffering?! Seriously!?" He bellowed at, before getting right into her face, something he didn't normally do, cause the woman could scare anyone with a sudden movement, even though he wasn't going to tell her that. He may be a little weak at the moment, but he wasn't going to admit that to her! "I was fine! FINE! Until you decided to come waltzing into my place like…" he paused to catch his breath some, before moving away from her. "YOU have no idea!" Thor said as he walked over to the window.

"I'm sorry." She whispered, the sad tone once again underlying beneath what she wanted everyone else to see; the cold hearted fighter.

"At least no one blames you for…"

"We don't blame." She stated simply.

"We as in who? You or Rogers? The team is gone Nat. I tried…." He stopped mid sentence, shaking his head, before sighing sadly.

If only I had aimed for the head sooner. He thought to himself.

"All of us." Came another voice that had entered the room. It was Tony this time.

"You look better."

"Well, you look like hell pal." Stark said matter of factly. The last time he had seen Iron Man was right after Captain Marvel had saved him and Nebula from dying, and he had been in bad shape. Oh how things had changed since then!

"I'm fine." He simply replied, like it was a broken record. He was anything but fine, and he they could all see right past that.

"If you were, I wouldn't have heard you screaming…"

"Gods don't scream, Stark."

"Could've fooled me. Sounded like an intervention. I heard you." He said with a shrug to the shoulders, before popping some type of candy into his mouth. The glint of his wedding band glistened in the sun.

"Congrats on marrying Pepper."

"Thanks lightning rod." Tony said happily, with a goofy grin on his face.

"Natasha." Another voice, this time it was Bruce's, but it was through the intercom. It sounded like a warning of some sort. Whatever it was, made it seem like a top priority.

"Thor we need you to get better." She blurted out, no holding back.

"And don't say you are fine either, cause you clearly aren't." Another voice said, this time belonging to Steve. He and Tony shared a look, something he wasn't familiar with, but new they had gotten close over the years. Anyone who was anyone could see that.

"I need a drink." Thor blurted out, not caring about whatever plan they had come up with. It wasn't going to work. Everyone sighed, knowing this wasn't going to be easy.

"No drinks, no…"

"Then I want no part of it. Let me leave…"

"Thor we can't.."

"You will stay if you know what's best for you!" Steve said in a firm demanding voice. Thor chuckled some, not believing the slightest bit that any of them could stop him.

Getting up from the confines of his bed, he gathered some of his things, placed his shoes on, and walked out of the room. He didn't need any of them to tell him what to do or how to live his life.

They were just nightmares, and sometimes panic attacks, no big deal.

"Don't take another step." A warning came from behind him. It was Natasha once more.

"Don't stop me! It's all my fault that we are like this. It's mine. Not yours, but MINE alone!" He roared out, not looking back once, as he continued to walk towards the entrance of the building.

"NO ONE blames you!" Yelled Tony.

He opened the doors to the compound, and stepped outside. The fresh air was a welcome feeling to his clammy skin. He knew they were worried about him, but there was no need. He was fine. He didn't need there help.

You should've went for the head. Thanos' voice always seemed to taunt him no matter what.

And with everything that was going on around him, he thought he was being squeezed in every direction to the point where he felt like he was suffocating. The usual anxiety was getting the best of him, and before he could even calm himself down, or think of ways to get his heartbeat calm again he collapsed on the ground with a thud.

The world around him went to darkness.

AN: hope you all liked the update!