Yesterday, billions of people, all around the world, had died. Turned to dust, and blown away in the wind. Yesterday, millions of other people were killed in the disasters that resulted from the sudden lack of control of vehicles. Yesterday, dozens of airplanes had crash landed - some into empty fields, some into the middle of city centers, some into neighborhoods, and some into schools. Yesterday, millions of cars, suddenly missing their drivers, had caused car accidents and killed people. Yesterday, the world had lost half of the police force, half of the medical personnel, half of the first responders. Yesterday, billions had been killed by Thanos, but millions more had been killed as a result of the disasters that followed.

Millions had ended up in hospitals and clinics, most in critical conditions, and only a fraction of the population had escaped unscathed - physically, that is. Everyone knew dozens of people who had died.

Children were left without parents, and people were left in a panic. Crime rates had gone up almost instantly, those who had survived that had been preppers had hunkered down to defend what they claimed as their own, and there were already massive turf wars between gangs all across the globe.

Ten years ago, when May first took in Peter, she could barely imagine herself as a parent. She and Ben had decided that they weren't ready for kids, and so, they would wait. They had planned on maybe one or two, once they had paid off student loans and were better set financially. Of course, things can never go as planned.

When Mary and Richard had died, there was some debate over what to do with Peter. They never told him, but there was definitely a week or two where they had seriously considered putting him in foster care. They weren't ready for kids! But then, one day, they had woken up and seen Peter curled up on their bed with them, holding one of his blankets, and they had known that they couldn't give the sweet boy up.

A few years later, when Ben had died, she and Peter were suddenly all the other had. Peter had a hard time, he had seen it happen, had held Ben while he died, and May had lost her husband. She wasn't sure how, but somehow, they made it through together.

Then, of course, Peter was Spider-Man. Cause of course, of course he was. Her sweet boy, instead of running around showing off for the heck of it as soon as he realized he had powers, had started helping people. Oh how she hated Tony Stark for encouraging him, at first. Then she remembered how he had seen Flash targeting another kid, and had drawn the attention in on himself, back in second grade. When he was eight, and just getting over the loss of his parents, and they had taken him to the Stark Expo, to try to distract him, as a reward for getting such good grades. And of course, the little brat had thrown on his Iron Man mask and his toy repulsors and had run off to try to take on the death robot himself. And she broke off, mid rant, she had stopped yelling at him, stopped screaming in his face, and lurched forward and hugged the startled billionaire, thanking him.

It had been only a few months since then, and she was still struggling to be okay with the fact that her boy was risking his life so often. Pepper - God bless her - had been very helpful in learning to deal with it, and deep down, she had known already. Not exactly what was happening, but she has known that something big was going on.

And now, with the world falling apart - people literally falling apart - all around her, May just sighed, called Happy again, and started trying to pick up the pieces of what had once been her life. While this was still strange, after everything else that had happened to her, she really shouldn't have been all that surprised that there was another world wide disaster already.

It was three days before anyone finally knew what was going on. Three days of panic, three days of frantically overloading cell phone towers by trying to call relatives, and three days of speculating. It was three days before the broadcast was finally sent out, coming from Wakanda.

In the background, there were heros and warriors. Captain America could be seen, and next to him, the Black Widow and Hawkeye. The man who turned into the Hulk was off to one side (hadn't he disappeared?), and War Machine, with his suit standing sentry behind him. Thor stood, arms folded, a large ax at his belt. On his left, a racoon? Holding a machine gun? A lady with blue and purple skin stood off to the left, obviously uncomfortable with the situation, and there were several Wakandan warriors surrounding the group.

However, this wasn't what captured May's attention. No, it was the familiar blue and red spandex suit that she had grown to both love and hate. Her baby boy, standing there, in his suit, alive. The princess of Wakanda began speaking.

"This is an urgent announcement regarding what has happened these past few days. Our technology is translating into all the languages of the earth as I speak. I have personally hacked into satellites and cell phone towers, as well as all major news and radio networks so we can broadcast this."

"Ladies and gentlemen. Something terrible has happened to our Earth. Four days ago, three superheroes from New York battled against an alien, and when one of them was kidnapped, the other two followed without hesitation in an attempt to rescue him. After learning about the aliens leader's plans to gather powerful artifacts to destroy half of all life in the galaxy, the three decided to attempt to ambush him using his own ship, which had already been set on autopilot. There they met up with a group of aliens also intent on destroying this alien - Thanos - and they teamed up. They fought valiantly, and New York's own Iron Man and Spider-Man, as well as the five others involved - Doctor Strange, Nebula, Peter Quill, Mantis, and Drax. They were nearly successful, and would have won if they had had just one or two more fighting with them. Unfortunately, this was not the case, and in the end, they did not succeed."

"Meanwhile, Thanos had an army here on earth, in our very own Wakanda. What you see behind me is the majority of what is left with our forces. The rest are helping with our cleanup efforts, as we had a major battle here only days ago. Plans are being set in motion to defeat Thanos, and we hope that we will be able to bring back those who have been turned to dust. We all have family and friends who died, and we all would like nothing more than to be able to revive them. In this dire time, we ask that you band together, protect each other. The war against Thanos has only just begun, and we should not be fighting amongst ourselves at the same time."

At this, Spider-Man steps forwards, looking at Shuri. "This was not planned, forgive me, your majesty for being so forward." He turns towards the camera. "Everyone who is of earth is only human. We are all doing our best, but we need to do more. There are going to be thousands of orphans, and how many of those kids will be too young to fend for themselves? How many will be traumatized? I held the closest thing I had to a father in my arms as he turned to dust, how many children will be able to sleep or eat after that? I can only function right now because I have to. How many of the children will even have access to food right now? We can't let the children starve. Please," his voice breaks. "check in with your local law enforcements, or childcare agencies. We need to look out for the little guys before something worse happens to them."

Captain America is standing behind him, one eyebrow raised. Then he steps forward, taking charge without another glance to the vigilante or the princess. "The kid is right. Find the children. This is going to be hard, but if we are to be successful in reviving everyone, we need to be able to reconnect everyone as well. Save the children, and identify them as quickly as possible. Mark them, write their address, their name, the license plate of the car you pulled them from - anything. Anything you can think of to identify them in the time to come, write it down. Keep it connected to them. Use permanent markers, or even tattoo them if you must. I say this to every citizen, everywhere: protect those who we cannot. We will get the people back, but you must protect those who were not lost." He steps back with a nod.

Shuri nods in acknowledgment. "Thank you, Spider-Man, Captain. We do indeed need to do this. I will have one of our engineers look into a way of compiling a database, of sorts, to assist. For now, we must go to the labs to find a way to track Thanos. Thank you, and stay safe." The broadcast cuts off, leaving all of the screens black for a moment before they filled with color once again.

May looks guiltily to her left, sitting next to her on the couch is Happy. They had both gone upstate to the compound in hopes of finding answers once it was clear that the world around was them well and truly going to hell. Neither had left since the first day, and now that it was clear what was happening, as much as they both hated it, they knew that something now needed to be done.

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