Being dead (disintegrated? Blown away to little bits of dust?) sucked. Well, it was great to see his parents again (and oh god was it, being able to hug his mama for the first time since he was seven was an absolutely surreal experience.) -and his uncle. His uncle! He got to talk to his uncle. He got to apologize....it was surreal.
But besides that being dead sucked, mainly because all he could think of was the real world, the alive world, being under the big purple thumb of Thanos. He thought about crumbling in Mister Stark’s arms and the look of utter despair on his face as he did it. And as he thought, he decided.
He had to stop being dead. In fact all the Avengers had to, Barnes, T’Challa, Sam....Sam..
Yes, Sam! Sam who ran the VA and knew how to get a bunch of grievously injured traumatized people working together towards a goal. Perfect, they’d all been grievously injured in the worst possible way you could be grievously injured and they were definitely all traumatized. Yes, he would need to find Sam.