Prologue
Planet : Vormir
Time: 2014
Steven Grant Rogers, Captain America turned at the sound of a voice he hadn't heard in decades.
"Steven, son of Sarah. I see you have something that you need to return." Red Skull turned from the overhang were Natasha sacrificed herself, surprising Steve as the ghost went past him.
Steve paused, thinking he should toss the Soul Stone down the cliff. "I wouldn't toss the Soul Stone if I were you. The stone doesn't return the way its summoned. It's usually a simple matter. You give me the stone and it's all as it should be. Unfortunately for me, Clint son of Edith wasn't the one to sacrifice himself but Natasha daughter of Ivan, which makes this a bit more complicated. Come."
Red Skull glided down stairs carved out of the side of the huge mountain, the cold wind and eerie loneliness of the forlorn place was forgotten when Steve balked at the scene that greeted him at the bottom.
Gamora and Natasha were side by side in death, almost exactly as the other. Countless others of various ages and species dotted the landscape until the horizon.
The Red Skull didn't give Steve a moment to even process the horror he was witnessing. "Do you see that dark crevice that's encircling everyone. Put the soul stone there."
Steve gently tossed the Soul Stone down, not waiting to see it land and turned to walk back up the mountain. He had the time stone to return.
"Captain." The Red Skull's sharp tone pivoted Steve's head as his blue eyes widened. "What the?!"
"Natalia's soul was unique." Steve tuned out the Red Skull's voice and just stared.
The orange light of the Soul Stone seemed to have been woven into five separate but joined bands of light.
A clap of thunder and then Steve was gone.
The Red Skull scowled down at the innocent looking orange Soul Stone. "I hate my job."
The stone seemed to be laughing at him.