Olivia: The Green Witch

After

It was quiet. The sound of war was silenced to wind, rustling in the trees. The silence, however, was louder than ever, because no one knew what to say, or even had a reason to say anything at all. The Avengers had been defeated.

Natasha knelt on the ground for a while, her sobs growing slower and softer as time went on. Steve got up eventually, making his way over to Visions body. He was a complete grey color, an indentation from where the stone was so violently ripped from his head.

Steve sat back, utter loss filling his demeanor. Natasha left her spot on the ground, going over to Steve, looking down at Vision. Others started to approach as well.

"What is this? What the hell is happening?" Rhodey asked, finally having the voice to ask the big question everyone else was thinking.

No one needed to respond, because they all knew what was happening, they just refused to believe it.

After packing up The Vision's body into the quinjet, the few remaining members flew home, trying to decide what to do next. Natasha laid on a cot, facing the wall of the jet beside her. She felt numb. She felt broken. No matter what she tried, she would never feel complete again.

"I've tried calling Fury several times. He would have picked up by now. What happened to everyone else, had to of happened to him too" Steve sighed, trying everything in his will not to slam his phone onto the floor.

"Check this out" Rhodey said, pointing to a small blinking light on one of the digital maps in the jet. "What is that?"

"I don't know, but it's coming straight from New York. We need to figure out what that is before we go home" Steve said, looking over his shoulder to glance at Nat. He knew he needed to get her home.

"You got it" Rocket said, steering the jet onward.

Steve walked over to Natasha, sitting on the end of the cot, his head down. "Talk to me" he said, softly.

Natasha rolled over slightly, exposing the tears that sat on her cheeks. "What is there to say?" She choked, her throat sore from all the crying.

Steve bit his lower lip, trying not to think about it. He had just lost his best friend, and Olivia. Keeping himself distracted was helping, but he couldn't keep that wall up. "Scoot over."

Natasha crept closer to the wall, making space for Steve. He laid beside her, becoming the big spoon. He wrapped his arms around her, trying to make her feel as secure as possible. "We are going to find a way to fix this, I know we will" Steve said.

"How? She's dead Steve. . .you can't just bring her back to life" Natasha sighed.

"I know" Steve said, just wanting to give Natasha some sort of hope. "Try and relax, okay? We'll be home in a few hours." Steve started to stand up, but Natasha turned, grabbing his arm.

"Stay. Please?" She asked. Steve nodded, laying back down. Natasha turned over, resting her head and arm on his chest, his arms around her. "I love you."

"I love you too" Steve said, a single tear rolling down his cheek.

When they made it to New York, the jet hovered right above the blinking light. "Whatever it is, it's down there" Rocket stated, looking at the map.