#endgame marvel

[zebracorn-chan]

Every brand ever tweeting at the same time of the FNAF collab announcement to confuse us all.

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Endgame much?

[tonys-assemble]

You’re Not Mine (Endgame Spoilers)

(After Steve went back in time to be with Peggy. HE STILL HAD A PYM PARTICLE LEFT IN THIS STORY DONT DESTROY MY DREAMS. )

She knew when he showed up at her door. Of course it was shocking to see him alive, but he was different. His blue eyes weren't as bright and innocent, his haircut was different, his face seemed permanently serious, and he looked like he'd been crying. Their dance felt off, his touches felt less enthusiastic, and there seemed to be a war in his head.

He never left the house, he seemed scared of every little noise. Also, he had trouble doing everything and seemed exasperated at the thought of picking up a book for information. It just wasn't him. This wasn't her Steve Rogers. That took some away from the happiness she felt to see him again. It became painfully obvious that Peggy didn't know about something when Howard Stark popped in to see their friend. She knew how much he had missed Steve, how proud he was, and how much he loved him. So why not tell him the soldier was alive?

But when she saw Steve's face, she had regretted it. The second he saw Howard, he broke. It was like a crack in an old dam that finally caused the whole thing to give.

"I'm sorry," Is all he kept repeating.

Howard was confused. Sorry about what?

"I should have seen it and stopped it. It should have been me," Steve said as a tear fell down on his cheek.

What was he talking about? She gestured to Howard, telling him to give them one minute. He nodded, confused. Peggy grabbed Steve's arm and pulled him into another room.

"Did you hit your head? What are you talking about?" She frantically asked. He hasn't been sleeping the three days he's been here, so maybe he was just delusional.

The captain just sniffled, wiped his tears, and then took out a wallet. It was leather. A brown leather with tears from being worn out. Peggy didn't know yet that she would never forget the look of it. It was the beginning of her final goodbye to Steve.

He handed it to her. Her eyes met his blue orbs and she opened it. There were two pictures in there. The first one was a group photo, colored, and looked crystal clear. Every detail could be seen. It was almost like it wasn't even a picture.  Wherever they were did not look like her time. She held the paper delicately between two fingers, scared to break whatever miracle it was.

"I'm still gone right now. Well, the me you know, I guess. It's hard to explain. But, I'm from the future, Peg. I went into the ice and came out 70 years later, my body was still the same and still had a beating heart," He swallows, the tears were still falling.

What? "You what? Are you sure you didn't hit your head?!"

"Yes. How else could you explain me being alive? I came back after-" Steve trailed off, looking down at the floor in horror, as if he was having some type of flashback.

After what? Her head was spinning and she felt close to passing out. "Steven."

He shook out of it, pointing to the picture in her hand, "That's my team. The Avengers, Earth's Mightiest Heroes. Or, it was my team."

Her brown eyes scanned over every single person in the photo. There was a girl, the only one, with red hair. Her blue eyes complimented the not-so-delicate look on her face as she smiled only slightly. She wore a jet-black zip up suit. Next to her was a man in black also, his smile wide, eyes crinkled up. There was a quiver hanging from his shoulder, a matching bow in his hand.

Then, a man with long blonde hair, a red cape, and a hammer. He held a thumb up with his free hand. A huge green man. She didn't even want to get into whatever that was. Standing the the middle were two more people. Steve, his face dirty but with a smile on it anyways and a man in a beat up red and gold... suit of metal? There was a blue circular light in the middle of it.

Then she saw his face. Howard. At least it looked exactly like him other than some differences. There was a little goatee but it was Howard.

“That’s Clint, Thor, Bruce or the Hulk, me,” He paused, “Natasha...”

"Steve, why is-“

"That's Tony. Tony Stark. Full name is,” He swallowed, “Was... Anthony Edward Stark. Born May 29th, 1970 in Manhattan, New York. Son of Maria and-"

"Howard Stark," She whispers in disbelief, looking up at him.

The soldier then took another picture out, trading it for the other one. "This is Tony and I at Stark towers after he saved New York,” Steve chuckled, a sad look in his eyes. Why sad?

There was Steve and Tony standing behind a bar. Huge smiles on their faces, Tony’s arm wrapped around the soldier’s shoulder. The blonde guy sat one of the stools along with the guy with the arrows.

“God, he was so happy,” He closed his eyes tightly, a tear falling from one.

“Tony died. So did Nat.”

She didn’t expect him to but he continued, “They both sacrificed themselves. You’re not going to understand any of what I’m about to say but I just need to tell someone. Nat had throw herself off of the cliff in Vormir to get the soul stone. I never saw her again. Which sucks and I miss her. But Tony-“

Peggy waited. His hands were now shaking, “I had to carry his dead body back home after he used the stones to defeat Thanos. He um- He...”

His lips were pressed in a thin line to stop them from quivering. That tactic failed. She knew that look, she's seen it on herself in the mirror many times before. The grief of losing someone you loved. Someone you were in love with.

“Steve... Did you-“ She couldn’t finish.

He knew what she meant. Steve didn’t look her in the eyes, as if the floor was the most interesting thing in the world suddenly. It felt cruel. Steve was- She had just gotten him back and now-

“You’re not mine.”

Their eyes then met, “You’re not mine anymore, Steve.”

She had tears now too. Peggy held up the photograph, “This smile isn’t for me anymore.”

“Peggy-“

The agent shook her head. This was happening and now she had to smack some sense into this boy. “Whatever way you used to get here, use to get further into the future,” She pressed the picture against his chest, right where his heart would be, “Because this doesn’t belong to me anymore.”

He looked at her in a way that she’s never seen before. Realization. “I don’t even know if he-“

“Who cares, Steve? Do whatever it takes. I know exactly how you feel right now. I’ve felt it. I dreamed of a crazy situation where you would come back every single night. A second chance maybe.”

She smiled, “But it’s too late for us. Don’t ruin your second chance by being selfless. Be selfish for once. I got my dance. I’ll be okay.”

Peggy retracted her hand from his chest and let him hold the photograph. His eyes looked over it, the corner of his lips going up into a smile. It was the first smile she’s seen.

“Thanks Peggy,” Steve said, kissing her cheek.

“Anytime, Captain. I won’t tell another soul. Now go before Howard’s short attention span causes him to come looking for us.

“Like father like son,” The soldier mumbles before going into another room.

Then she never saw him again. But peace had replaced sadness. Steven Rogers, alive and happy wherever he was. It wasn’t their time. After all, they were 70 something years apart in age and life experience. His brain was used to the futuristic world.

Now two of Howard’s greatest creations were somewhere in time happy together. Besides, the way he walked, his eyes, and his stupid hair? It wasn’t her Steve anyways.

[mondonguita]

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[rhodeisland101]

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[targaryenstrange]

Doctor Strange Marvel Avengers Endgame

[tonys-assemble]

A thing I wrote while sad two nights ago. Sort of Stony. Endgame spoilers

Based off of this post

Nothing Could Prepare Him

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He’s been through many wars in his lifetime. Against aliens, hydra, even friends that he once fought besides. But nothing could have prepared him for this one. Thanos, the titan who had wiped out half of existence and somehow found them through the Nebula from another time. This was it.

As Tony liked to call it, “the Endgame.” It hurt to know that defeating Thanos cost Natasha her life. He felt a stab of grief in his chest. They had to do this. If not for the whole world, then for her.

So when him, Tony, and Thor had the purple bastard in front of them, they fought like hell. Throughout the whole thing, they fought like they never did before. Time went by. They passed the gauntlet around like it was a football. Then, he got it.

That was it. Steve accepted it. Thanos has the gauntlet. He couldn’t even look. All that he could comprehend was the sound of metal moving quickly together and then a white light. The ringing in his ears confirmed his greatest fear. No. We lost.

Unexpectedly, the titan’s soldiers started disappearing. He watched everything around him, their side staying in one piece and the enemies turning into dust. How? Then, It doesn’t matter, we won.

Until it did matter.

He turned to where he saw Tony last, a smile on his face. It was quickly wiped off. The scene in of him causing his whole body to freeze. Thanos and Tony, face to face. Both struggling. The titan was breathing heavily as he turned to find a place to sit, Iron Man stumbling away.

Thanos didn’t have the stones in his gauntlet. One side of Tony’s armor was ruined along with his face too. Like how both Thanos and Bruce looked after using the stones. He felt his soul physically leaving his body, as his bottom lip stuck out in a pout. Thanos turned to dust. Tony.

He wanted to rush to him. He wanted to catch him as he fell against the rock. He wanted to do anything. Say something. But he was stuck. Shock, anger, grief.

Heartbreak.

Complete heartbreak. Tony. HIS TONY was dying in front of him. Move, Steve.

He didn’t. Tears started streaming down his face. No. Please no. Not Tony, please not him.

Pepper and Peter said their goodbyes. Steve still couldn’t physically move. The reactor shut down. Pepper collapsed onto Tony’s now lifeless body. Flashbacks went through his mind like a movie.

When they first met, how much they seemed to despise each other in the beginning but found a friendship, how lonely the Avengers felt without the sarcastic asshole, how much it hurt to walk away from him, how the years without Tony in Steve’s life sucked, and how much he missed him. God, Steve missed Tony Stark every day of his life. When he first saw Tony get off of that spaceship, it felt like things were right again.

The hurt in Tony’s eyes while he went off on Steve afterwards, them keeping in contact for years after that, him dragging Tony into this. Steve tried not to blame himself. After all, he’s lost soldiers before. He lost Bucky twice. Hell, he lost Nat.

But losing Tony Stark? This was a whole other feeling. (A/N: What I want to believe happened in the little space between Tony’s death and the funeral scene) Then Rhodey helped Pepper up, she clutched onto him, breaking down in his arms. Rhodey’s eyes looked distant as he rubbed circles on her back. This wasn’t real. Tony had a kid. Tony had a life.

He finally moved forward. Slowly, he made his way to his friend. Peter looked at him, “Cap-“

A hand reached out and grabbed onto his wrist. He lightly ripped himself away. Steve’s whole body shook. It wasn’t real, this had to be Thanos showing them what they wanted with the reality stone before getting rid of them. But if that was the case, Tony would be alive.

“Tony?” He took his helmet off, tears still flowing. He crouched down before saying more sternly, “Tony.”

His friend didn’t move a muscle. “Get up, Tony. Please.”

He could feel the stares of everyone on him. Sympathetic. Like he was a kid saying goodbye to his favorite toy. Finally he put his hands on his friend’s shoulders. “Tony stop. Please stop.”

Tony didn’t move. Why couldn’t Cap comprehend that this was it? That this wasn’t like New York? That Tony wouldn’t suddenly smile at him and laugh about how scared Cap was?

The once lively brown eyes were still glazed over, chest still. He put his hand up to rest on his friend’s face. “Ton-“

Then he felt it. The coldness of his skin. It was real. This was real. It wasn’t a trick from the reality stone. Tony Stark was dead. Steve retracted his hand.

It all hit him at once. Cap broke down, falling from the crouch into a sitting position, “I’m sorry I’m sorry. I should have left you alone I’m so sorry. This is my fault, I shouldn’t have dragged you into this mess.”

Pepper had now turned her attention to him. The man looked vulnerable and weak. She knew exactly what that felt like so she comforted him just like she would comfort herself. Pepper made her way over to the super soldier and rested a hand on his shoulder, sniffling, “Steve.”

He shot up and wrapped her in a hug. Like a little boy holding his mom. The Avengers who had been standing around watched the scene. Never have they seen their Cap so broken. But it was fair, because they’ve never felt so distant but close from one another at the same time. They lost Nat and Tony. God knows what would happen now.

Pepper pulled away, “We have to get him out of here.”

Steve just nodded and made his way up to Tony, wrapping an arm around his neck before picking him up bridal style, other arm laying limp. Eyes red and puffy from crying. Tony’s head lulled back. Steve readjusted him into a more comfortable position by making his head rest in the crook of his neck. No one else needed to be scarred by the lifeless eyes. The arm that was around his neck fell as he walked. Steve wanted to put it back in place but he couldn’t because then that would require a whole new readjustment yet again.

So he just let it hang. Both arms limp, swing slightly with every step. He was gone. Tony was really gone.

Everyone made space for him. All of the people who fought against Thanos watching in horror and moving to the side. Pepper was close behind him along with Thor, Rhodey, Peter, and Doctor Strange. Then everyone followed. They walked away from the battlefield, glad to have won but distraught by the sacrifice it took. Tony stayed still in Steve’s arms. It was quiet aside from the sniffles from crying.

Eventually they made it far away from the scene and somehow police were there along with barricaded civilians and reporters. Everyone stared in horror as Cap came into view, holding Tony who had half of his body burned, infinity stones in his gauntlet. Paramedics ran up to them. Steve stepped back, shaking his head. One of his tears fell on Tony’s face.

“Captain America, sir, you have to give us Mr. Stark.”

“He’s gone. Nothing you can do will help him. Tony’s gone,” His voice cracked, “And I just want to get him home so we can have a proper burial.”

The paramedic stood there as Steve refused to make eye contact, “We still have to take the body. I’m sorry.”

A hush fell over the crowd as they heard what the paramedic said. Steve just nodded and set Tony down on the stretcher. Pepper wrapped her arms around him once they pronounced him dead officially and he was put in a body bag. The civilians were shocked, tears streaming down their face. Cap felt it coming again. After staying strong in front of everyone, he broke down again. This time collapsing on his knees. Pepper held him, sobbing also.

The paramedics tried to check on him but Rhodey swatted them away as she held Steve. Peter came up to them and rested a hand on Cap’s shoulder. Eventually Clint and Thor made their way over to him. Pepper and Peter moved away as the two helped their friend up, faces grim.

“C’mon, old man,” Clint choked, “Let’s get you out of here.”

Then they went to an old S.H.I.E.L.D safe house. Steve staring out, trying to drown out the memories. Thor and Clint sat by him, also quiet. All of them had beers in their hands. He was grateful for them getting him out of there but he wanted to know how everyone else was doing.

Then he realized. No he didn’t. It was out of character and nobody could ever know he felt that way but he really could give less of a fuck. He lost two people he loved. He lost Nat and now he lost Tony. He could see the expression on Clint’s face and he knew it reflected his. He knew that the way the archer felt about Nat was exactly how he felt about Tony. Clint loved his wife but Nat and him were like soulmates. Maybe not in a relationship way but they were.

Tony was his soulmate, friend way or not. Still to this day, even after losing him, Steve couldn’t place exactly how he felt about the genius. He loved Peggy and Bucky as much as he could but losing Tony felt like losing a limb.

He clenched his fists, turning to Clint, “It hurts.”

His friend stared at him, tears in his eyes, “I know. Out of all of the people you will speak to, I get it. I know.”

Cap tried to ignore the tears. Tony built a space to fit the stones in. His friend had yet another backup plan to sacrifice himself and failed to tell them. Did Tony care that it was killing Steve? Did Tony even think about how lost the rest of them would feel?

“Our friends did what they felt was needed,” Thor spoke. They ignored him.

A portal suddenly appeared and out came Doctor Strange. Thor stood up before Clint sat him down again. Strange made his way up to the porch, silently standing there.

“He was a good guy. I didn’t think so at first but he was,” He eventually said.

Steve couldn’t help but chuckle, “No one has ever met Tony and automatically thought that he was the greatest man in the world. Well, except for Peter.”

Poor Peter lost yet another father figure.

It went back to silence for a couple of minutes. “I’m sorry for the loss of your friends. As much as it pains me to say it, it was the only way to defeat Thanos.”

Steve didn’t want to hear that. And he certainly didn’t want to hear that purple ballsack-for-a-chin’s name. Clint stood up and walked inside. Strange didn’t chase him but Thor did. “Clint doesn’t like talking about his feelings. He especially doesn’t want to hear that Nat’s death was the only way.”

And I don’t want to hear that Tony’s was, either. But his manners stopped him from saying that out loud, despite how much pain he was in.

“You know, I’ve seen so many different realities, Captain? So many ones that could have ended up with your friends alive.”

Steve closed his eyes.

“I’ve seen enough to know that this is hurting you a lot more than you’re letting on. Just like you’re a lot angrier.”

His head hung.

“Steve. He was an important part of your life and I know you loved him.”

“I did,” His jaw clenched. He really did. Tony was one of his best friends and he cared so much about that asshole.

“And I know you want to punch me in the face, too.”

“I do. Because I don’t want to think about what would have happened if they were still here and we never defeated Thanos. It just hurts. It hurts to know that Nat could have watched Nathaniel grow up. It’s hurts to know that there is some alternate universe out there with Tony still in it,” He stands, getting face to face with the Doctor, “And it sure as hell hurts to know that somewhere in those alternate universes, I’m taking advantage of the fact he’s still alive.

“I’m not showing him how much I care about him or how much he means to me. I’m not picking up the phone after the huge fight we had and I’m sure as hell not by his side after he lost Pepper for a short period of time. And you know what?”

The glass broke in his hand from being squeezed too hard. Doctor Strange just stared. It was almost like he didn’t feel it. Mostly, because he didn’t. Steve’s adrenaline was so high from anger he probably couldn’t tell if he got like stabbed right now.

Soon, Strange and Steve’s faces were inches apart, “It kills me to know that I hurt him. That he saw me as a liar because I told him we would go through it together. No matter what, by his side. And I wasn’t. Maybe if I was, we could have stopped Thanos the first time but no. I was too scared to pick up the damn phone. Do you know what it felt like to get that call from him for it to turn out to be Bruce? A part of me died a little because I didn’t know what had happened to him.

“Now he’s gone. After all of that time I spent waiting for him to come back. After finally getting to hold him again and know he was safe to only later carry his dead body in my arms? Its a pain that you will never understand. So yes...”

He made his way over to the door, opening it, “I want to punch you in the face.”

Then he slammed it behind him after storming inside. He had a funeral to mentally prepare himself for and had to figure out how he would continue his life without Tony in it.

Because even after all the wars he’s fought and people he’s lost, nothing could have prepared him for this.