@xstormclad and I plotted a post endgame threadÂ
The battle had been a complete blur, Wanda was sure she wasnât alone in believing that. The jarring experience of reappearing coupled with the sudden call to arms had left her with little time to adjust to her new reality. It was five years in the future, she had missed five years of her life. That thought alone had filled her with enough anger and bitterness to take on Thanos, enough courage to see the battle through. After all, there was someone she needed to live through to see again.Â
After the fighting was done, there had been efforts to do a roll call, to get food and water for everyone and medical attention for those who needed it. Wanda looked around frantically, trying to locate her husband amongst the crowds of weary fighters. Sheâd seen him fighting during the battle but they had both been too distracted to call his attention. Wanda hadnât come back from the dead to lose anyone now.Â
Finally, she spotted him, helping lift some rubble off someoneâs leg. Her feet did the work. Carrying her through the crowds as she called his name. âThor!â She screamed to alert him to her presence five seconds before she threw herself at him.Â
   The last five years had been more than difficult, more than painful. Every moment had been excruciating. When he was awake, Thor couldnât escape the regrets that hounded him, no matter how much he drank or how fast he ran when he disappeared, for months on end, into the woods outside New Asgard. And when he slept, nothing but nightmares filled his mind as he watched his wife turn to dust again and again, every night, without fail. It got to the point that he avoided sleep, avoided people, and prowled the forests like a wild thing, trying to forget.Â
   Perhaps in another life, one where he hadnât found a wife, where he hadnât lost a daughter before even meeting her, he would have been happier. He would have been able to eat and drink and grow fat in his misery. But in this life, he couldnât. He had to keep moving, or else the memory of his wife, and the knowledge of the child he would never meet, weighed too heavily for Thor to bear.
   Then he got the chance to fix it all. A real chance. And before he knew it, he was swept up with the Avengers again, just like old times, but they were saving more than just one world. They were saving the universe. And to Thor, the universe was condensed down into one person: Wanda. When he saw the flare of her powers on the battlefield, his heart leapt, and he forced his way through a horde of Outriders just to catch a glimpse of the Scarlet Witch, glorious and fearsome as the dawn, as she pummeled Thanos with her rage and her will.
   And when all was said and done and the roar of battle had died, Thor was as eager to return to his wife as she was to return to him. He turned when he heard her voice, tossed aside the rubble he had been lifting, and barely had time to say her name before she was in his arms and he was clinging to her as if he would never let go.
   âWanda... by the Norns, Wanda... I missed you. I missed you so much.â
