Chapter 47: Not everyone sees things the same (outside POV)
—---I'm lazy so I didn't want to write everything that went on in the blip for the avengers so I did this. Let me know if you want me to rewrite all of this—-----
The desolate remnants of the Avengers headquarters stood as a testament to the somber reality that had befallen the world. In the wake of the Snap, the world mourned, and a palpable sense of loss lingered in the air. It was in this atmosphere of grief that the Avengers, now a fractured and dispirited team, embarked on an audacious quest to undo the devastating consequences of Thanos' snap.
Tony Stark, grappling with survivor's guilt and a desperate need for redemption, took it upon himself to explore the uncharted depths of the Quantum Realm. This surreal dimension, where time danced on the edge of unpredictability, held the potential for a solution. Stark, equipped with his genius and a makeshift time-travel device, delved into the unknown, driven by the haunting memories of those who had turned to ash before his eyes.
The journey through time was an intricate tapestry woven with threads of nostalgia and heartache. The Avengers revisited key moments in their past, treading carefully to avoid altering the delicate fabric of reality. Scenes from New York's Battle of New York, Asgard's throne room, and the covert halls of S.H.I.E.L.D. played out like fragmented memories.
Amidst the complexities of the time heist, I, Captain america, confronted my own history. In a poignant encounter, I faced a version of myself from the past, a symbol of the idealistic soldier I once was. The dynamics of time unfolded like an intricate dance, and the echoes of the past reverberated through the present.
Natasha Romanoff, the Black Widow, played a pivotal role in the quest. Her determination and resilience shone as she navigated the intricate web of time to retrieve the Soul Stone on Vormir. The price she paid for the stone, a sacrifice of profound significance, echoed the emotional depth of the journey.
Thor, grappling with guilt and the weight of his perceived failures, confronted his past self in Asgard. The sight of his mother, Frigga, provided a moment of solace and wisdom, offering reassurance to a thunder god who had lost his way.
Hulk was the one who tried to reverse it, almost killing himself in the end, he snapped and everything became a bundle of noise.
As the dust settled and the reality of the Snap's reversal sank in, a bittersweet triumph enveloped the Avengers. The world, once shrouded in mourning, witnessed the return of those who had been lost. Friends and allies materialized on the battlefield, their reappearance met with tears of joy and relief.
However, amidst the jubilation, a poignant absence loomed. Wisty, the friend who had stood resolute in the face of cosmic threats, was not among our returned. We, especially those who had fought alongside her, felt the void keenly. The celebration was tinged with the awareness that not all losses could be undone.
The journey through time had rewritten the narrative of the Avengers, providing a glimmer of hope in a world scarred by loss. As they stood amidst the remnants of the battle, the heroes faced an uncertain future, carrying with them the weight of the past and the enduring legacy of those who had been snapped away. But the question was, was Wisty gone for ever or was she just not where they expected her to be.
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Vengeance. Loki
FanfictionYour name is Wisty Evergreen. She was always controlled never being able to do what she wanted being well....captured by an organization and experimented on was hard enough how could it get worse. She was three when she was taken, experimented...
