We have reader getting snapped and reader faking their death. May I ask a lighter request about a happy ending? lmao
Maybe with reader coming back from the snap or apparently being dead and then coming back?
Only if you're comfortable ofc!
A/N: This was fun to write. Should I do a sequel sometime? Would people be interested?
WC: 1077
Rating: G
TW: None
Coming back to your body after… whatever it was that had happened wasn’t as disorienting as you’d expected an experience like that to be.
Granted, it was a little hard for anything that had been done and then undone in the span of what felt like a few seconds to be disorienting. There wasn’t any time to feel much at all, at a time like that.
What had been disorienting was finding out that what had been ‘a few seconds’ had actually been five years.
Five years.
And you hardly had any time to think about that at all, because you were being gathered up by a handful of Avengers, some you knew, and some you weren’t sure you’d met before. Sam and Bucky were among the familiar faces you remembered fighting with whenever… whatever had happened had happened, but there were others, too. Warriors, you thought, by the look of it, who had likely been in the middle of the fight, as well. You didn’t know any of their names, but they looked just as confused as you did, and you hoped that someone would explain what had happened.
Your explanation came in the form of a very hurried rundown from a woman who was using a sling ring identical to the one you knew Stephen Strange used. She explained that, in the five years since everything had happened, things had come to a head and that, long story short, everyone was needed in some sort of battle that would likely spell the fate for not only humankind, but the entire universe, if not the multiverse.
No pressure, or anything.
You had no time to speak to any of your teammates. The most you managed was a weak smile at Bucky, who shrugged his shoulders as if to say ‘just another day, huh?’ and then went about checking his gun to make sure it was loaded properly.
You looked down at your own weapons; a dagger on each hip. They felt grossly inadequate in the face of whatever battle was about to happen, but it wasn’t like you were going to have the opportunity to trade them in for something better, at this point. Not when the lady Sorcerer was already using her ring to open a giant portal so everyone could file through.
Steeling yourself for the fight to come, you fell into step at the head of a group of Wakandan warriors, hoping you didn’t look as scared as you felt.
Your fear dwindled in favor of sheer awe once you’d made it through the portal to the battlefield beyond. Everywhere you looked, you saw more portals, and even more people. The area was crowded. Warriors and Avengers and so many people you’d never seen before in your life, all joining together for this fight.
This fight against Thanos, once again. You recognized his larger than life ships and armies now, lined up across the rocky expanse separating both sides. This wasn’t going to be pretty, you could already tell.
“Avengers!”
You jerked your head up, recognizing Steve’s voice. Something was about to happen. The entire crowd grew silent in preparation, the eeriness of it a little chilling. You rolled your shoulders back, and drew your daggers out of their sheathes, preparing.
“Assemble.”
That was all you, or anyone else in the massive crowd, needed, as the air around you filled with the sounds of battle cries as people began to run, swarming together as a singular unit, aimed toward the opposite side of the battlefield. You surged forward with the rest, darting in and out of empty spaces lithely as you watched Thanos’ legions run forward, as well.
You heard the fighting before it began for you; heard the clash of sword against sword, felt the static of magic being used, and smelled the gunpowder as bullets were loosed from their weapons. You kept as far away from it as possible, only fighting when you had to, only because you knew you had to pick and choose who you were going to go after. What good would it be, coming back from the dead only to be taken out immediately while showing up with a knife to a literal gunfight?
Occasionally, though, you couldn’t avoid battle. You did your fair share of stabbing and cutting at the enemy fighters, with a precision that hadn’t been hastened by your brief disappearance. It felt as natural as breathing, to go back to doing what you’d been trained to do. You only hoped that it was doing some fraction of good in the grand scheme of things.
After one particularly nasty one-on-one with an alien who’d left you with a nasty cut along one arm, you heaved a sigh, wiping the sweat from your brow before wrenching your dagger free from a body. You were so tired, but the battle was far from over. You knew that.
“Y/N?!”
Whatever exhaustion had been weighing you down lifted immediately as you spun around, blinking at the black-and-green clad figure standing in front of you, looking just as shitty as you felt.
You huffed out a grateful little breath. “Loki.”
“I thought you were dead!” Loki rushed forward, and you met them halfway in a desperate hug.
“I thought you were dead!”
“I think I might have been,” you admitted, drawing back so you could look at them a bit better. Whatever had happened to you, hadn’t to Loki. The five years showed in their face, though hardly. There were deep worry lines in their forehead, and they held an immense exhaustion that seemed to envelope their entire body.
You stepped back entirely then, chest still heaving from the effort of your fighting, regarding them with a bit of a nod. “You look old,” you teased, though it was a little true. You didn’t know someone who could live for thousands of years could look so much older in only five.
Loki smiled tightly, but you could see the ghost of their usual smirk hidden somewhere in there. “And you look the same.”
You huffed out a tense laugh and nodded, looking around at the different fights going on mere feet away from you. “Some battle.”
“Yeah.” Loki looked around, as well, before looking back at you, eyes glinting with that familiar sense of mischief that was just Loki. “Shall we get back into it?”
You grinned, as well, tossing a dagger and catching it with unnecessary flourish. “Let’s.”
