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Our world is so small. We see it as this prominent, scary, undiscovered place, but in reality, it's nothing but a grain of sand on a much bigger beach.
Remove a single grain of sand from that beach, and nothing happens. The waves don't stop crashing ashore, and the sun doesn't stop shining. Life continues.
And that's what will happen when the world ends.
Staring up at the star-filled sky, you let those thoughts consume your mind. It's only reasonable, you thought, that the word would end someday—retribution for everything the human race has done wrong.
"(Y/N)? What are you doing up here?" Tony asks as he sits beside you on the roof of the Avengers compound.
"Thinking," you reply vaguely.
"About?" He presses, knowing that whenever you're quiet, something big is swirling around in your brain.
"The end of the world." Tony's eyebrows shoot up.
"That's depressing. What happened? You and Thor break up?" You roll your eyes and sit up, averting your eyes from the stars.
"No, Tony, Thor and I didn't break up." You go quiet, thinking about how much to say. "You know what I can do, right? My power?" It's Tony's turn to roll his eyes.
"No, not at all. I've never seen you stare off into space and see the future or anything like that in the six years I've known you," he replies sarcastically. Usually, you would laugh, or at least have a decent comeback. "What's going on?"
"I've seen it, Tony," you whisper. Tony grows serious.
"Seen what?" You look at him, fear filling your eyes.
"The end."
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Three hours later, you and the team are sitting in the living room.
"What do you mean 'the end?" Steve asks.
"The end of the world. I saw it. A bright light and then nothing."
"Well, shit," Clint mumbles. "When?"
"Tomorrow. I saw it a few hours ago, but I thought maybe I didn't see the end of the whole world, but just the end of mine, you know?"
"What do you mean the end of yours?"
"I thought I saw my death. Then I remembered I couldn't see anything related to my personal future."
"Well, great. Just what I wanted to hear on a Friday night," Clint grumbles.
"No one wanted to hear it," Natasha snaps, putting her chin in her hand. "How do we stop it?"
