Avengers X Kingdom Hearts: Chronicles of Infinity: Into The EndGame
Disclaimer: I do not own these characters or properties. Marvel Studios is owned by Disney Entertainment and Marvel Comics. Kingdom Hearts and their characters are jointly owned by Disney Interactive and Square Enix. This work is pure fan fiction and how both worlds of Kingdom Hearts and the MCU would mix together).
Prologue:
"Chronicles of Infinity: Into The EndGame" is a collection of first-person accounts that delves into the harrowing experiences of The Avengers and the Guardians of Light. This anthology of intertwined narratives takes readers on an emotional rollercoaster as they follow the perspectives of key characters from Infinity War, including Kairi, Aqua, Riku, Tony Stark (Iron Man), and Carol Danvers (Captain Marvel).
The story picks straight up from the aftermath of their devastating defeat at the hands of Thanos, the Mad Titan. Each hero is grappling with their own personal demons, haunted by the loss of loved ones and questioning their own abilities. With the weight of failure pressing upon them, they find themselves stranded, scattered across the cosmos or trapped on a desolate Earth.
As they navigate their way through this shattered universe, the heroes share their intimate thoughts, fears, and hopes. Kairi, in her heartfelt journal entries, reflects on the deep pain of losing friends and contemplates the fate of other worlds affected by the devastating snap.
Aqua, through her diary, explores her inner turmoil and the profound sense of defeat that engulfs her as she witnesses the destruction caused by Thanos.
Tony Stark, battered and injured, records poignant messages through his battered Iron-Man helmet to his beloved Pepper Potts, expressing his love for her and his determination to find a way to reverse the devastating consequences of Thanos' actions.
Meanwhile, Captain Marvel, in her log entries, bravely faces the overwhelming task of aiding other worlds while grappling with the growing realization that a far-reaching connection exists between the distress calls she receives.
The narrative also provides insights into the journey of Riku, whose soul-searching introspections reveal his struggle with guilt and anger.
"Chronicles of Infinity: Into The Endgame" weaves together these first-person accounts, showcasing the heroes' resilience, vulnerability, and unyielding determination to rise from the ashes. As their paths intersect and their destinies intertwine, they discover that true strength lies not only in their extraordinary abilities but also in their ability to come together as a team.
Day 1
***AQUA'S DIARY ENTRY***
Dear Diary,
It feels strange to be writing in a diary again after all these years. As Nebula and I were looking through the Guardian's things, I found a notebook and pen in Drax's locker—I guess he was working on becoming invisible or something. But now it serves a different purpose, a vessel for my thoughts and emotions in this bleak moment. Perhaps writing will help me make sense of it all, find solace in the ink-stained pages.
It has been twenty-four hours since we faced the wrath of Thanos, and the weight of our defeat still lingers in the air aboard the Benatar. The sorrow is palpable, like a heavy fog that refuses to lift. One moment, I was reunited with my friends after a decade of separation, and now, in the blink of an eye, they are gone again, snapped away in a cruel twist of fate.
The Benatar is still operational, albeit with damaged power cells. Tony and Nebula have been tirelessly working around the clock, trying to restore its functionality. But Tony's injuries from Thanos' treacherous act—the stabbing with his own nanosword—are severe. He fights not only physical pain but the looming threat of infection. It's a race against time, and I fear the outcome.
In the midst of our dire circumstances, another blow befell me. My once sturdy and resilient Keyblade armor lies in a broken heap back on Titan, a testament to the fierce battle we faced. Without it, the vacuum of space becomes an insurmountable obstacle. My reliance on the Keyblade glider, my means of traversing the cosmos, is now stripped away. The loss weighs heavily upon me, for it restricts my ability to venture out and seek help in this vast expanse. But I will not succumb to despair. I must adapt, find new ways to contribute to our survival, and hold onto the hope that one day we will find a path home.
In my mind, I replay the moment the Reality Stone warped our surroundings, revealing Master Xehanort in place of Terra. The anguish that swelled within me at that realization was immeasurable. It was a bitter reminder of the darkness that once consumed Terra's heart and the weight of my past mistakes. I fought valiantly, knocking Xehanort unconscious, but that encounter stands as our last interaction. Regret and longing intertwine in my heart, a heavy burden to bear.
Ventus, ever thoughtful and prepared, had tucked away a bottle of Elixir for reasons unknown. Perhaps he foresaw the trials we would face, the desperate moments when such a remedy would prove invaluable. Without hesitation, I offered it to Tony, hoping it would aid in his recovery. But he refused, a glimmer of determination in his eyes, urging me to wait for a more critical moment. And so, the Elixir remains in my possession, a reminder of the fragility of our existence and the unyielding hope that sustains us.
Nebula, too, carries the weight of loss upon her metallic shoulders. Her connection with Gamora, her sister, severed by Thanos' hand, leaves a void within her that even her warrior spirit cannot fill. She fights alongside Tony, channeling her grief into the repairs of the ship, her unwavering determination a testament to her resilience.
Riku, my dear friend, has retreated into the depths of his thoughts. He sits in the captain's seat, gazing out into the cold expanse of space, searching for answers, for a way forward. His silence is deafening, a testament to the heaviness in his heart. I worry for him, for all of us, as we navigate these uncharted waters.
The days ahead are uncertain, and the weight of the universe bears down upon us. But I refuse to let despair consume me. I will hold onto hope, even when it feels as elusive as stardust. Our journey is far from over, and we must find the strength to carry on, to honor the sacrifices made by our fallen allies, and to believe that, somehow, we will find a way to restore balance to this fractured universe.
May the light guide us through these dark days, and may our bonds of friendship endure, even in the face of unimaginable loss.
-Aqua
***KAIRI'S JOURNAL ENTRY***
It has been twenty-four agonizing hours since the battle with Thanos, since the moment we witnessed our friends and allies turn to dust before our very eyes. The weight of our defeat hangs heavy in the air, suffocating any glimmer of hope that tries to break through.
Inside the cramped confines of the Quinjet, our numbers have dwindled. Goofy's heart is burdened with sorrow, his jovial spirit dampened by the loss of Donald and his beloved King. I can see the worry etched across his face as he wonders about the fate of his son, Max. Rocket, too, carries the weight of the Guardians' wellbeing on his furry shoulders, his usually sharp wit dulled by the grief that engulfs him.
Losing King Mickey is not just a profound loss to our team, but to his Kingdom as well. His wisdom, courage, and unwavering dedication to protecting the worlds have left an indelible mark. His absence is a void that cannot be filled, and we must find the strength to carry on in his absence.
Here we are, stranded on Earth, with no means of transportation readily available. Goofy and I attempted to reach out to Chip and Dale using his Gummi Phone, hoping for a glimmer of reassurance or guidance, perhaps able to send a Gummiship to aid us; but the silence on the other end was deafening. Our hope, once vibrant and unyielding, now wavers in the face of this monumental loss.
Thor, in his anguish and guilt, disappeared after that fateful moment when he failed to go for Thanos' head. I can only assume he needed time to reflect, to find solace in the midst of his own turmoil. Steve Rogers has taken the controls of the Quinjet, allowing Natasha a respite from the continuous flight time. The atmosphere within the vessel is heavy, draped in a suffocating silence that reflects the depths of our sorrow.
Doctor Banner, lost in his own thoughts, has not moved from the computer in hours. The weight of the world rests upon his shoulders as he tries to make sense of what has befallen us. Rhodey, stationed in the corner, wears a mask of disbelief as he grapples with the enormity of the situation.
Valkyrie, strong and resilient, stands with her arms folded and her eyes closed, her very presence a testament to the trials she has endured in the last few days. Her unwavering resolve flickers, like a dwindling flame, as the magnitude of the loss engulfs her.
As my thoughts drift towards the other worlds, I cannot help but wonder how they are coping with the sudden disappearance of their loved ones. The ripples of devastation caused by the snap extend far beyond our immediate circle, touching the lives of countless beings across the universe. The mere thought of the heartache and despair that echoes across the cosmos only adds to the weight pressing upon my soul.
Our destination, Avengers HQ, remains five hours away. Each passing minute feels like an eternity, a constant reminder of our powerlessness and the desperate need for a glimmer of hope. We must gather our shattered resolve, find strength in each other, and move forward, even as the shadows of defeat threaten to consume us.
End of Journal Entry.
***TONY'S RECORDING TO PEPPER****
Crackling static
Hey, Pep. It's me. I hope this message reaches you somehow. God, I really hope you're alive. We've been through so much, and the thought of losing you... it's unbearable.
Pause
I'm alive. Well, barely. Getting stabbed by a genocidal purple alien with my own tech was definitely not on my 2018 bingo card, but hey, here we are. The weight of guilt is crushing me, especially after losing Peter. Kid had so much potential, so much heart. I failed him, Pep. I failed him as a mentor, as a hero.
His voice wavers
But in the midst of all this devastation, the survivors have come together. We're beat up, deflated, but we're finding strength in each other. Well, most of us. Riku has been radio silent, sitting in the captain's seat, lost in his own thoughts. I don't know what demons he's battling, but he's been on his own for most of it.
He lets out a sigh
Aqua, that Keyblade master, she's something else. She's been trying to give me this Elixir potion to heal me. Can you believe it? But I can't accept it, not when I know her fallen friend Ventus saved it for something important. She's determined, though. Stubborn, like someone else I know
He sounds tired but determined
I'm working on the cracked power cells, trying to fix them. It's slow progress, and my body aches with every movement. But I think of you, Pep. I think of your strength, your unwavering belief in me. It keeps me going, even when everything seems hopeless.
As I work on the engine issues, Nebula is there by my side. She's rather cold, both in demeanor and physically, but I can sense the weight of losing her sister Gamora is playing on her mind. We don't talk much, but there's a shared understanding of the pain we carry.
He pauses, his voice filled with love
I love you, Pepper. I'll think of you as I continue working, as I drift off to sleep later. We'll find a way out of this, Pep. We have to. I'll send another message soon, hopefully with better news.
Crackling static
***CAROL DANVERS - CAPTAIN'S LOG***
Date: Terran Calendar - 28th April 2018
Location: Raiden Garden
It has been an unusual and eventful twenty-four hours since I last logged my experiences. One moment, I found myself engaged in a fierce battle with Sephiroth, defending a planet from his destructive ambitions. Next, I received distress calls from both Raiden Garden and Earth. It was a difficult decision, but I chose to prioritize Raiden Garden, answering the call of my ally Yuffie.
Upon my arrival, chaos greeted me. Dust filled the air, and the residents of Raiden Garden, along with the remaining Asgardian refugees, were in a state of panic. I quickly made my way to the Raiden Garden Restoration Committee headquarters, where I found Yuffie, along with two survivors from Thanos' assault, Meik and Korg. Their expressions told me everything I needed to know.
Yuffie, unable to contain her grief, broke down and cried into my shoulder. It was heartbreaking to witness her pain. Korg, with his usual calm demeanor, explained what had happened. They had been watching a live broadcast from Earth, focused on the events surrounding Thanos. The last thing they saw was Thor plunging an axe into Thanos' chest before the feed abruptly cut off. And then, in an instant, their friends and allies began to turn to dust.
It struck me then, the connection between what happened on Earth and the events unfolding here in Raiden Garden. I recalled the people at the Colosseum, dusting away before my very eyes. Something was happening, something of universal proportions.
I assured Yuffie that I would stay to help Raiden Garden regain control of the situation. We need to provide support and comfort to those who have suffered such tremendous loss. But deep down, my thoughts couldn't help but turn to Earth. What was happening there? What had become of my Skrull allies, and more importantly, Fury? Why did he press that pager in a distress call?
There must be a connection, a common thread that ties all these events across the universe. It's a mystery that demands our attention. Once the situation here stabilises, I will make my way to Earth, to uncover the truth and assist in any way I can.
I remain calm and collected in the face of uncertainty, but a sense of concern lingers within me. The fate of countless lives hangs in the balance, and I am determined to uncover the answers. I will continue to document my journey and the events that unfold as we navigate through this unprecedented crisis.
Captain Carol Danvers, signing off.
***LEA'S GUMMI PHONE VOICE RECORDING***
Hey, uh... This is Lea. Just... trying to wrap my head around everything that's been happening. So, here's the deal. After all that crazy stuff went down at Yen Sid's place, I rushed out of there like a bat outta hell. Took the train back to Twilight Town Central Station, but man, what I saw there... it shook me to the core.
People were panicking, dust still lingering in the air and on the ground. I could see the fear in their eyes, the confusion etched on their faces. And then I saw Olette, standing there in shock. She had just witnessed her friends Pence and Hayner disappear, right in front of her eyes. It hit her hard, and she just... broke down. I didn't know what to say, so I hugged her, trying to offer some comfort in that moment of despair.
I needed some space to think, to process everything that had just happened. So I climbed up to the top of the clock tower, where I usually go to clear my head. But this time, it felt different. The world was quiet, too quiet. There was an eerie calmness that settled over the town, if only for a brief moment. I couldn't help but wonder what the hell had just taken place, and why so many lives had been ripped away from us in an instant.
Yen Sid... he said something about Earth and Thanos. But before he could explain any further, he too... dusted away. It's like everything I've come to understand is falling apart, piece by piece. And now, I'm left with fragments of a puzzle I can't even begin to solve.
I wish I had more answers, something concrete to hold onto. But all I have are questions, swirling around in my mind, too numerous to count. What happened? Why did it happen? And most importantly, how can we fix it?
I won't let this defeat us. I won't let the darkness consume us. We've fought too hard, come too far to let it all crumble away. I'll find a way to bring our friends back, to make things right again. That's a promise I'm making to myself, to Isa, Roxas, Xion, and everyone else who's been taken from us.
But for now, I'll continue to search for answers, for any clue that might lead us in the right direction. This is just the beginning, and I won't stop until we've restored balance to the universe.
Lea, signing off.
***RIKU'S THOUGHTS***
It's been hours since I last spoke to the team. Hours since I've uttered a single word. My mind is lost, consumed by images of Thanos, his face etched into my thoughts. I can't escape the weight of failure that hangs over me. Seeing him snap my Keyblade in two, a symbol of my defeat, it's a constant reminder of my shortcomings. The taste of failure lingers in my mouth, a bitter reminder of the battles lost.
Tony... he gave me some advice earlier. "The Journey is the End." I'm still trying to wrap my mind around those words. What does it mean? Does it mean that our journey has led us here, to this point of despair and hopelessness? Or does it mean that the journey itself is the end, that there is no destination, only the path we walk?
I can't help but wonder about Donald and Goofy. Are they okay? Are they safe? And King Mickey... Did he meet a terrible fate as I once feared, or did he manage to stand against Thanos once again? Wishful thinking, perhaps. Reality has a way of crushing hope.
Strange... I can't understand why he gave away the Time Stone so easily. He was willing to let me, Tony, and Peter die for it, but he handed it over to Thanos without hesitation. And Yen Sid... What was he doing from the comfort of his chamber while we fought for our lives? Questions without answers, it seems.
And Quill... We had Thanos right where we wanted him, but his anger and impatience got the best of him after finding that his love perished by the hands of that monster. If only he could have bottled up his rage a little longer, perhaps the outcome would have been different.
I find myself longing for simpler times, for my home. Building a raft with Sora and Kairi, days filled with laughter and innocence. But those days seem like distant memories now, shattered by darkness and broken dreams. If Sora were here... would the outcome have been different? Would our combined strength have been enough to tip the scales in our favor?
Anger and frustration well up within me. We were supposed to win, to protect the universe from the darkness that threatens to consume it. But instead, we find ourselves adrift in space, broken and defeated.
But I won't let this defeat define me. I won't let darkness prevail. I'll find a way to set things right, to make amends for my failures. I'll become stronger, so that when the next battle comes, I'll be ready.
***THOR'S THOUGHTS***
I stand here, on this desolate piece of moon rock, gazing down at Earth. The world I failed to protect. I was supposed to be the God of Thunder, Son of Odin and the King of Asgard, but what good is that title when my people have been slaughtered and I couldn't stop Thanos from snapping his fingers?
I watched as countless lives were extinguished before my eyes. The weight of their deaths, the burden of my failure, it's crushing. I couldn't save them. Those who turned to dust, fading away into nothingness. Friends, allies, innocent lives... gone. I failed them all.
Rage and sorrow consume me. I let out a primal scream, releasing my frustration, my pain. The thunder roars around me, a reflection of the storm within my heart. But even the power of the storm can't wash away the emptiness I feel.
I thought I was strong enough. I believed I had the power to stop Thanos, to avenge my people. But I was wrong. I underestimated the strength of our enemy, and now the consequences of my failure are laid bare before me.
As I stand alone on this cold and silent Midgard moon, contemplating the chaos that has unfolded on Earth, I can't help but wonder if there was more I could have done. More I could have sacrificed. But regrets and what-ifs won't change the outcome. I must face the reality of my failure and find a way to move forward.
In the depths of my despair, I must find the strength to rise again. To become the hero I once believed myself to be. The weight of the universe may be on my shoulders, but I won't let it crush me. I'll forge ahead, seeking redemption, seeking justice.
I will honor the fallen by fighting for a better future. I will not let their sacrifice be in vain. I will be a beacon of hope in these dark times, and I will do whatever it takes to set things right.
Thor, the God of Thunder, Son of Odin - will rise once more!