#post-infinity war

[zandracourt]

A Tapestry of Stars

Striving to put right what once went very, very wrong, Captain Steve Rogers stepped into the Quantum Realm accelerator and vanished.

A fic that follows Steve returning the stones to their places in time and then stopping at Peggy's door in 1948.

Chapter 1- Atlas: Second Star of the Pleiades, means “he who dares and suffers”

Steve’s first stop was on Morag. And his longest. Once 2011-Peter Quill had left with the orb containing the Power Stone, Steve used the desolate planet as a sanctuary for his rage. Rage over the loss of Natasha. Rage over the chasm that time had failed to fully heal between him and Tony and now never would. Rage over the years lost to Hydra and the Ice. Rage that he had never before let himself fully feel out of fear of what he could do. Would do.

He beat his hands broken and bloody against the black stones of the temple. He found a perverse pleasure in letting himself go hungry for days, though the serum meant he didn't have many adverse effects. It was a different feeling from when he was hungry as a kid; an odd dance of self-flagellation, grief, and revenge. Fuck the universe. Fuck Thanos. Fuck the stones and this mission and all the utter waste of the past eight years. Fuck Captain America. Fuck the SSR and Project Rebirth. Fuck the Accords and Ross. Fuck everything.

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[ishipallthings]

I didn’t have time to finish/post a complete fic, but here’s a snippet of something I’m working on, set post-IW, for Round 3 of @lightsonparkave​:

(prompt: “When does a war end? When can I say your name and have it mean only your name and not what you left behind?”— Ocean Vuong, On Earth We’re Briefly Gorgeous)

The numbers keep climbing, for hours, in the aftermath. Countries light up all across the holo-screen Bruce sets up with FRIDAY, red numbers blinking steadily as they keep rising, and they start keeping lists. Lists of the dusted in numbers, lists of missing people, the ones who were alone when it happened. Like Sam. Lists of accidents and crisis reports, and finally, lists of names. 

At first, they’re not sure if Tony’s on one of those lists. Steve can’t look at Rhodey without remembering how he felt seeing Tony’s name on the caller ID, how he pressed the green call symbol with hands that were not exactly steady, only to hear Bruce’s voice, telling him they needed him, that Tony had gone into space after Thanos. 

Tony had gone, and he hadn’t called. He hasn’t come back.

[theblekromantik]

Rebirth -- 1 

a/n: hello loves! ive written somethinnnnnnnngg im kinda excited about it bc i struggle with writing usually but i wrote this quicker than everything else ive done. i hope you enjoy! (dont mind while i flex my four years of french on you lol)

word count: 1.1k

warnings: none

post-infinity war! pre-endgame! oc!reina fennel

“Ugh!” The woman exclaims. In front of her, there is an open document, which is blank except for a word written in a small front:  « Sans titre » and under it, « Reina Fennel ».

Wide shot. The room is dark except for the glowing light of the computer and subtle streaks of dusk creeping in from closed blinds. And further, there are coffee cups. Several coffee mugs. Some tall, some short, some knocked over, some resting on unconventional surfaces, like the fish tank across the room. Reina shifts in her seat, and papers crumble: the scrapped ideas of yesterday rendering only useful as an uncomfortable seat cushion. It is clear that she has been at this for a considerable amount of time, perhaps days.

She exclaims once more, and BANG! Her hand goes on the smooth metal of the computer’s surface. She holds her head in her hands, pulling at the satin scarf tied around her hair.

I need a break, Reina tells herself, deciding to ignore the draft altogether. Rubbing her tired eyes, she emerges from her place on the couch and heads to the kitchen. She waters the small succulents on the small windowsill before filling the kettle and putting it on the hot stove. This is her life. And as mundane as it is, Reina loves it. She’s a plant mother, and there’s no duty more rewarding that.

KNOCK! KNOCK! Zoom on the door to her apartment.

She scrunches her eyebrows, curious as to who may be at the door, for since after The Great War, Reina decided to move out of the country to someplace on the outskirts of Paris. And she rarely had visitors.

« Qui est là ? » She inquires, grabbing a wooden baseball bat from behind the fridge and creeping her way to the door.

No response.

« Allô ? » But still, nothing. She grips the bat even tighter, her hands sure to form callouses the next day.

The knob to the door begins shaking as a dull whirring begins to sound from the outside.

Slowly, she begins to reach for the handle, but –

BOOM! The door bursts from its hinges on the wall and makes a deafening splat onto the ground. And through the specks of dust, there is nothing other than a battered robot with an “A” imprinted onto its left breast. The Avengers A. And subsequently, Tony Stark, appears from behind it. Grey hair grows from his temples and the wrinkles adjacent to his eyes have only become deeper, more prominent as he smiles a tight smile at her.

“Took you long enough,” He remarks, entering her home by stepping onto the fallen door.

“T-Tony?” Reina stammers, the bat colliding with the ground.

It has been years since she saw him last. Since her friends had been evaporated into nothing but dust. And in these years, Rei tried to put the past behind her, purging the memories and nightmares of Thanos snapping his golden-clad thumb, Vision taking his last breath before exploding into thin air, and the grasslands of Wakanda no longer green and vibrant but drenched in red blood. Not only the blood of her enemies, but also her own teammates. And she succeeded. She really did, becoming a writer at a popular French newspaper, Le Parisien. But Tony’s presence sends all of it crashing back, an ache forming in her mind.

Looking back at her, he shrugs, “I’ll have it replaced.”

Beat. Tony says, “I love what you’ve done with the place. Real homey.”

She should respond, but the words are trapped in her throat. So, she stares, studying him as he walks from her kitchen to her living area, picking up pictures in their frames along the way.

“Well,” He begins. “You’re welcome. You know, this is no way to treat a guest, Rei.”

But she can only look at him with disbelief. “How did you find me?”

He doesn’t answer. “I really do love what you have here, Rei, really.” A decoration on the wall catches his eye. “See! A poster that says,” He picks it up, « Ècrire, c’est une façon de parler sans être interrompu. » You’re a writer now? You? Assassin to…writer is quite a demotion, don’t you think?” 

Zoom on the kettle as it screeches loudly from the kitchen, but Reina doesn’t break her concentration on the man.    

“How did you find me?” She repeats, growling, each word more ferocious than the last.

“You can’t expect that it was difficult. I mean, with my technology and the fact that you didn’t even change your name…You must’ve wanted me to find you. Tea?” Tony sets two mugs on the kitchen table and pours them full of green tea.

“If I did, I would’ve never left. Now leave.”

“Can’t, sorry.”

“I swear, if you don’t leave, I’m calling the police.” Heat brews within her, her skin becoming hot.

“You can’t call the police if you don’t have a phone, N’est-ce pas?” He, with his head, instructs the robot to cut the cord connected to her landline.

“Then I’ll go.” Reina grabs her black leather jacket from the coatrack and makes her way to the door. She shrugs it on, the cool of the jacket doing little to pacify her.

“Stop her,” he orders the robot, it blocking the space in front of the entryway. “You have to hear me out.”

“I don’t have to do anything.”

“Please,” he begs, his voice full of desperation, “Just sit.”

Reina eyes him, dubiously. She hadn’t seen Tony this distressed since before the battle, in his lab, sleep deprived, scanning over mission strategies and sketches for new weapons and uniforms. But finally—

She sits from across him, cupping the steaming mug of tea.

It is silent, the only sound the buzzling streets of Paris.

“Why are you here?” Reina probed, her eyes piercing into his, searching for an answer to this disruption. Truly, she didn’t want to know, for she feared the answer would further complicate her life, the life created for herself as a normal person, free from the burden of defending the human race from whatever domestic or galactic threat came its way.

“We have a problem. And I need your help.” There it is.

Reina didn’t care about what he needed. The day left she knew what she was leaving behind. She couldn’t stand the pain and grief painted her teammates faces, knowing that everyone gone would never come back. The only thing she regretted leaving was Steve, her heart throbbing every time she thought of him and the love they shared. But after a year, that feeling faded.  She convinced herself that it was all for the best. They all just had to understand that she was never going back.

She marches to her the bedroom—

“Reina!”

—and shuts the door.

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  Sans titre – without title; untitled

Qui est là ? – Who’s there?

Allô ? – hello?

Ècrire, c’est une façon de parler sans être interrompu. -- Writing is a way to talk without being interrupted. (Jules Renard)

N’est-ce pas ? – isn’t it so?; right?

[elliotwriteswithyou]

“Hey!” Hesitation wasn’t something Clint indulged in often. Situations these days were pretty cut and dry. There were bad guys and there were victims. It was his job to protect the victims and do the things that others couldn’t, or wouldn’t, do. He shifted his stance, watching the other with a critical eye. “You’d better have a good fucking reason for being out here. Most people on the streets past curfew don’t like seeing my face.” 

[withstarryeyes]

I Just Wanna Be (fucking) Happy

Summary: Sometimes death is not the worst outcome to face. Sometimes it’s seeing them again after you’ve hurt them, and having them find closure in pushing you away. 

or... Tony saves himself and comes back to Earth and Steve finds out that Civil War isn’t a thing in the past. 

Title from Julia Michael’s Happy

Tony’s family from @ironmess  ‘ headcanons (aka Morgan is real) 

Spoilers: Infinity War

The earth is wet when Steve walks across it, air cool on his cheeks. There’s lightning in the air, somewhere. He wonders where Thor is, if it’s his own grief or if Steve is just projecting. The trees are creaking, leaning, and Steve knows he shouldn’t be out in this weather. But how could he not? How could he ever believe he wouldn’t come here?

The plot is not grand, Pepper didn’t want it to become a tourist spot. The thought of all those cameras, glorifying him in a way he didn’t want to be, it made her sick. Even past the morning sickness, even past the depression. He sinks to his knees and it, letting the rainwater soak into his jeans. His hands are trembling, cold and wet and tragic. He can feel the rain on his cheeks, or maybe tears. At this point, it’s all the same.

He can’t believe he never got another chance, some time to say sorry or forgive me, or watch from afar. It’s what he deserved, honestly, after everything he put him through. He knew how it would go down. He can’t even look at the shield at this point without hearing the whizz crackle dim-down of the arc reactor and the wid, genuine arc of fear zapping across Tony’s face like Steve had slapped him upside the head with it.

Pepper should be here too, but she’s got a kid now, and Steve can’t blame her. She can only handle so much, raising her kid and grieving over her almost-husband, the relationship they’d fought for so long and it never got to end in gratification.

Steve thinks about when Tony and he were a couple, between Pepper and Bucky and everything. He was happy then. He doesn’t remember what happy feels like anymore, but he knew he felt it then.

The gravestone is glistening in the gloom, straight marble, clean and simple. It has Tony’s full name on it, the last name glossed over with his mother’s maiden name. He would’ve wanted it like that. Howard’s legacy chased him through life, he didn’t deserve it in death too. It’s Valentine’s Day and Steve feels like it shouldn’t exist anymore.

Not after the snap. Not after so many people lost every shred of themselves they had rooted in another. He places the roses on the lump that holds Tony’s empty casket and lets his forehead droop onto the stone, breathing in metallic, earthy cologne. Letting it out in a choked out sob.

“I’m so sorry Tony. I should’ve listened to you. I… we… I never treated you like you deserved. “

“No shit,” the voice behind him is shocking, deep and rough and flinchingly drenched in sorrow. Steve looks up, pressing his wrists to his eyes, swiping away the tears.

Tony’s there, tall and greased up, thin. He looks too thin, deathly thin. Steve feels the sobs increase in frequency because of course, of fucking course Tony’s alive. How could Steve even let himself think that Thanos would’ve gotten him?

“I mean it,” Steve says and it’s warbled by the aching, pooling pit in the bottom of his stomach. He tries to stand and his knees clack against themselves, he scrapes himself across the distance and collapses into Tony. Tony buries his nose in Steve’s hair, breathing in.

“You know I can’t forgive you,” Tony says, somber.

“I know,” Steve says and he means it. He knows, god how he knows. He also knows Tony will, too soon, sooner than he should. Steve trembles and Tony clutches him closer, shushing him.

“Pepper!” Steve cries and straightens up, trying to pull away.

“Is safe and has seen me. You’re my last stop, Rogers.”

“So you’ve met her?”

“Morgan? Yeah, she’s perfect. Just like her father.”

Steve lets out a laugh he didn’t even know he had in him. It sounds strange, it’s been so long since he’s expressed the joy of any kind. He lifts his chin and catches Tony by the eyes. They’re the same color as always, dark amber and flecked with gold, lined by thick, midnight lashes. Steve can’t help himself, and he pushed forward just a little distance there is to press his lips greedily against Tony.

He tastes like motor oil and coffee, he tastes like home, like Brooklyn and Peggy and every ounce of joy Steve lost when the snap happened. When he pulls back Tony reels him back in, and Steve slumps back over into his arms, tears leaking out. He’s so emotional as of late.

“You have a kid, and Pepper,” Steve breaks finally, peacefully, guiltily.

“She knows. She told me to come here, get closure. Say goodbye.”

“Goodbye?” Steve asks, feeling suddenly so small and alone again.

“We’re moving, somewhere in the country. Get a deal like Clint. We don’t want Morgan to suffer through the same old shit we had to.”

“Moving,” he feels drunk, knocked out by the wind and dangling by a thread of lost inhibitions. “This really is goodbye.”

Tony nods, “you’ve got Bucky back, and I’ve got Pepper. But… I had to see you again before I left. Had to let you know I was safe.”

Safe is a word Steve doesn’t think he knows the definition to anymore, especially not after Tony plants one last kiss on him and exits to his car, leaving Steve quivering in the rain, drenched to the bone in front of Tony’s false gravestone.

[bisexualpirateheart]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Marvel Cinematic Universe, The Avengers (Marvel Movies), Thor (Movies), Marvel Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Additional Tags: Role Reversal, Submission, Sexual Roleplay, Gags, Jealousy, Porn with Feelings, Love Confessions, Post-Avengers: Infinity War Part 1 (Movie), Not Canon Compliant, Hopeful Ending, Magic, Power Dynamics, Insecurity, Chains, Restraints, Promises, Declarations Of Love, Mixed Emotions, Oral Sex, Anal Sex Series: Part 2 of The Memory Stone Summary:

After the battle on Earth,Thor gets a moment with the memory stone Tony has in his possession.

[breyito]

Ash and Dust

Title: Ash and Dust

Words: 1990

Tags: Iron Dad. Angst. Trigger warning for violence and blood. Major Charcter Death. 

Notes: Well, I’ve had this in my head for a while now, actually. And I finally managed to finish it!!! Tbh, I adore IronStrange, but I just had this image of what would Tony do if this actually happened and, well, romance wasn’t in it lol. Sorry for always writing angst, but I’m pretty good at that, I think, lol. Somehow it comes easier to me. I have a lot of hc about how this could go on, so you are free to ask me!!! Idk if I’ll write a sequel, but I have all of these ideas. Also, super uninspired title, but what the hell, couldn’t think of anything else, so. Enjoy the tears ;P

When ashes begin to gather together, and people started to form out of thin air, Tony knew they had done it. They had won. Thanos was no more and the people he had killed on the Snap were back.

Breathing hard through broken ribs, he finally unclenched his left hand. The moment his fist opened, the gleaming Uru metal started to fall apart; burning his arm as it disintegrated, the skin turning black. The sharp pain started to go up and up his left arm, and the muscles became  unresponsive as the trauma settled in. He fell on his backside on the ground, gasping. He watched from side to side, taking in the people rejoicing, crying in each other’s arms. Children coming out of buildings and running towards their parents; adults and teens and elderly people embracing and kissing each other. Everybody was busy looking for their loved ones, and for once, he was invisible to their eyes.

But Rhodey immediately noticed him and walked through the crowd towards him to help. He left the armor dissolve and used its nanobots to cut the blood flow a few inches below his shoulder, making a tourniquet as tight as the bots could. Rhodey winced and murmured something about Tony probably losing his arm.

Tony though, paid it no mind. He was looking everywhere, trying to see Quill or Strange, the bug girl or the tattooed giant, someone, anyone that was with him on Titan. He needed to find his kid. Then it dawned on him.

Somehow, the possibility of people re-appearing where they had been when the Snap happened hadn’t occurred to him. How could that have slipped his mind? God, he needed to find Rockett, he needed to plan for the space trip, he needed supplies and a time-line and medical personnel probably; because there was nothing on Titan, nothing people could live from. The others would be hungry and thirsty when they got there, but Peter...Peter would be malnourished, famished by the time they arrived. Stumbling he got to his feet, grabbing Rhodey’s shoulder for support.

“Rockett...Rockett” he mumbled.

“What?” Rhodey asked, baffled.

“Wher-where is he? We need to get to a ship, we, we need to get to Titan, we-”

“Tony, what are you talking about? You need a hospital right now; you’re not leaving the planet. We won, there’s no reason to-”

“No no no no, you don’t get it. Peter is not here, Quill and Strange and the others are not here, we need to get them back-” he said frantically, trying to push through the droves of people around them.

“Tony. Tony!” Rhodey yelled, stopping him. “Rockett is over there, and all of the Guardians seem to be here.” He explained, pointing at the group on the steps of a bank. When the engineer started to stumble towards them Rhodey stepped forward to help him, pushing gently but firmly at the multitude of humans that were still trying to get to their families and/or wanted to thank them. When they finally made it to the Guardians, Tony was panting, ashen and sweating; he had started to develop a fever.

“Rockett! Quill! Strange!” He yelled, desperate, climbing the stairs. The three males looked at him and took him in, wincing at his state. “Where’s Peter?” he asked, looking around, like he was expecting to find the boy hiding behind a potted plant or something.

“Peter is here, Man of Iron-” Drax started, when the Quill stepped forward and shushed them. He still had his arm around the green woman (Gamora, his mind supplied, daughter of Thanos, sacrifice for the Soul Stone). He didn’t pay her attention.

“I don’t know, Stark. He was just with us in the orange world, and then we started to disappear again and showed up here and we haven’t seen him since.”

Tony turned and started looking again, now that he had a higher ground he could see more and hoped the shine of the red and gold armor would catch his eye.

“Wait.” Rhodey said to them. “You’re Gamora, right? How come you’re not dead? I mean, I’m glad you are not, but Thanos killed you, didn’t he? To use the Soul Stone?”

“Yes, he did. But when you reversed the Snap, the Stone released me.” Gamora said, relieved. “I must thank you for that.”

“That’s good; and there’s no need, really. We did what we had to do.” Rhodey answered, still with an eye on his best friend. The adrenaline was starting to wear off and the pain would become unbearable soon enough. “But we are looking for Peter. Or Spider-Man. Can you remember anything else?”

“You were the last to talk to him, Strange. Did he said anything to you?” Gamora asked, taking in the worry in Starks’ face, the dead left arm dangling from his side and the sorrow in the wizard’s eyes.

Tony’s eyes found the doctor and he closed the distance between them, a bit of hope back in his eyes.

“You know where he is?” he asked, breathless. When the other man only swallowed, he went a little paler still. “Strange. Tell me! Do you know where he is?” he repeated, angry.

“I-” Strange started, but stopped and swallowed again. “I’m sorry.” he whispered, eyes full of pity.

“What-? Why? No, no, you all came back, why isn’t he here?” Tony demanded, voice hard. The wizard opened his mouth, but no words came out.

“The Stones, they...they demand a sacrifice, to use them.” Gamora answered, when the pause grew too long and Tony’s body started to tremble with fury and fear. “I was Thanos’ sacrifice and I think this boy was you-”

“No! No, that’s not possible. No no no no.” Tony denied, tears running down his face. “I never- I would never trade him-”

“It doesn’t matter. He was already in the Soul World. The Stone only prohibited his scape.” she said, voice tight.

A few curses could be heard from the rest of the Guardians, but Dr. Strange remained silent. The engineer’s knees gave out, and Rhodes’ was barely able to lower him gently to the floor before he fell and injured himself worse.

On his knees on the floor, Tony Stark sobbed. He wailed and whimpered, his right arm around his stomach, in a pantomime of a hug, offering no comfort at all. He kept mumbling Peter’s name, voice raw and small. Rhodey was paralyzed, completely lost. Not even after his parents’ deaths or Jarvis’ or JARVIS’ deaths (heck, not even after Siberia and finding out the truth about his mom’s murder) he had seen his best friend like that. He looked like a wounded animal, like if a well aimed blow could finally shatter him to pieces and scatter him through the winds.

The stairs were in complete silence, no one dared to say a word, everyone present witnessing the terrible distress and trying to pay their respects by not intruding.

“I’m sorry.”

The whisper was barely audible; and it took Tony a few seconds to find where it had come from. He realized it was Strange who said it when he saw his face: pity, sorrow and shame were plainly written all over him. It only took him another few seconds to make sense of the clues in front of him. He went still, and then he got up.

“You-” he coughed, then swallowed to give his parched throat enough moisture to form words. “You knew.” A hysterical laugh exploded from within him, and he threw his head back as the peals of laughter ended with tears running down his cheeks. He looked at Strange in the eyes to continue talking. “Of fucking course you knew. There was only one path in which we won, wasn't it? This one. The one you chose. The one you put in motion.”

“Stark-”

“You knew, since the moment you opened your eyes back in Titan that this would happen, didn’t you?”

“St-”

“You knew he would turn to ashes in front of me, you knew he would suffer and apologize because he couldn’t stop it and you knew I would do anything to reverse it.” His breathing became more and more agitated, his eyes became colder and angrier and his right hand shook as he continued to talk until his words turned into screams. ”You knew I would find a way to defeat Thanos and undo the Snap just to bring my kid back and that it would be completely useless because he would stay there, trapped forever and alone!”

“Tony-” when Rhodey tried to grab his shoulder he shook him off, not caring about anything but the man in front of him.

“Stark, I’m sorry, but it was the only way.” Despite the sorrow in his voice, the doctor didn’t lower his eyes, and they stayed resolute. His head was held high, and from his posture it was clear that he didn’t regret the decisions he made. And that he would make them again. “Trillions of lives were at stake-”

“You could’ve warned me!”

“And risk you making the wrong choice? Wait for you not to choose him? You would have tried to find another way, and there wasn’t one! He wasn’t worth it.”

“Wasn’t- wasn’t worth it?” he spat, before his right fist pummeled on the wizards’ face. The doctor was taken by surprise and ended on his back on the floor. Tony threw himself over him, knees pressing hard on his chest to not let him breath; and started hitting him again and again, right fist connecting with cheeks and teeth and nose and eyebrows. “You bastard!” fist “Piece of shit!” fist “I hate you, I hate you I HATE YOU!”

When Rhodey shook off his shock he jumped to grab his friend and lift him; but Tony just buried his knees deeper into the doctors’ chest, and kept throwing punch after punch. When Gamora joined Rhodes and they started to ease him back Tony grabbed Strange by the neck, holding onto his robes.

“I will end you!” he promised with a snarl on his face. The doctor smiled through his bloody teeth and lifted his shattered hands.

“What could you...do that is worse....than this was…?”he asked between blissful mouthfuls of air. Tony’s eyes gleamed as he dragged the doctor’s face even closer, until he was almost hissing on his ear.

“I will find each and every person you remotely care about and I will destroy them.” He swore, watching with glee as Strange’s already pale face became vaguely green. “I’ll tear them apart piece by piece, until they are turned to ashes, and I’ll make sure they know it’s your fault and hate you for it. And then I will watch as you crumble bit by bit, until you are nothing but dust in the wind.” With that, Tony threw Strange back to the floor with all the strength he had, relishing the sound the skull made when it hit the concrete. The last thing Tony saw before Rhodey injected him with sedatives was those blue eyes filled with the same terror he saw in Peter’s; and he closed his eyes knowing at least he wouldn’t be the only one having nightmares anymore.

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When Tony woke up he was in a hospital room. Probably somewhere in the city, not in the Compound, because he hated white walls on his properties. With a glance he took the room in. He noticed his missing left arm and the bandages around his torso and tight with little interest. Making sure he was alone, he lifted his hand and activated the nano-comm he had implanted in his ear.

“FRIDAY, my girl, are you there?”

“Yes, boss, of course. What do you want me to do?”

“I want you to wake up KAREN from her backup servers. We have a revenge to plan.”

“Done. And now?”

“Let’s start with Dr. Christine Palmer.”

[lisbeibeth]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Chapters: 4/? Fandom: Marvel Cinematic Universe, Captain America (Movies) Rating: Explicit Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: James "Bucky" Barnes/Steve Rogers Characters: Steve Rogers, James "Bucky" Barnes, Natasha Romanov (Marvel), Bruce Banner, Loki (Marvel), Tony Stark, Sam Wilson (Marvel), Vision (Marvel) Additional Tags: Post-Avengers: Infinity War Part 1 (Movie), Time Travel, Time Travel Fix-It, i hate thanos, Avengers: Infinity War Part 1 (Movie) Spoilers, AU Captain America the first avenger, Temporary Character Death, Canon-Typical Violence, Suicidal Thoughts, Suicide, but it doesn't stick, Happy Ending

Summary:

In this chapter, Steve tries to save his friends and his friend. Will he succeed? Come and see.