Chapter Four: Whatever it Takes
"Nat, come on. It's starting."
Gamora and Natasha stood in front of a new portal, watching Steve, Tony, and Thor approach the Mad Titan in the ruins of the Avengers Facility. They watched the fight with bated breath, cheering their team on silently and persistently.
"Is that you?" Nat asked later, gesturing to her doppelgänger fighting alongside Nebula.
"Technically, yes. Me from an alternate reality."
"This multiverse thing is weird."
"You're not kidding."
Soon after, portals similar to the ones they were looking through began appearing all over the battlefield. And out walked...
"Wanda?" Nat whispered through a hoarse throat.
"Guys?"
They stared out in awe, not daring to believe what they were seeing.
"My God. They did it!"
"We did it!"
They threw their arms around each other in a celebratory hug.
"Avengers...assemble." Steve growled, leading the charge against Thanos's army.
"Yeah!" They cheered, watching their team members, new and old and unfamiliar, run at the Mad Titan.
A short while later, they saw Peter Parker hand the gauntlet off to Carol Danvers.
"Don't worry." Wanda assured.
"She's got help." Okoye continued.
The three women led the charge to Thanos, followed by Pepper, Mantis, Nebula, and more.
"That's my sister!" exclaimed Gamora by Nat's side.
"And my sister!" Nat added, watching Wanda with pride.
The fight went on and on, each success more definitive than the last, until finally...
"I am inevitable." Thanos snarled, raising his hand to snap again.
"No!" The two screamed in unison, reaching out as if to somehow prevent what would happen next.
They froze in fear, which faded into shock as the gauntlet made a dull, chilling echo as the metal clanked together lifelessly.
Tony approached the fallen god, hand held up in the same fashion with the infinity stones gleaming under his use. His teeth were bared and his expression was resolute.
"And I...am...Iron Man."