Spooky Action at a Distance | Frostiron

Try Once More Like You Did Before

Within an hour, Clint was pronounced dead. The internal bleeding was too far gone to be stopped. A few hours after that, Natasha was pronounced dead, the punctured lung finally giving out. Steve, Bruce and Thor were all in shock. How much grief could they all take? Funeral planning was going just as well as anyone really expected. They were going to stick around for Frigga's before they were going back to earth for the funerals there.

Thor went back to his room, wanting to rest up before the first funeral. Bruce followed, wanting to at least help. He didn't know how, but... losing a mother as well as friends couldn't have been easy. He sat next to the god on the bed and gently took his hand in his own. Nothing felt okay, Bruce thought. None of it felt real. It all felt like some twisted dream.

Thor stared down at the floor as he attempted to gather his thoughts. What could he do? Nothing could ever be the same, and would that be okay? Could they work with it? Or would everything just become a hopeless void of nothing?

"Thor... how're you feeling?" Bruce asked softly.

Thor shook his head. "I don't know. How are you?"

"I don't know." Bruce shrugged. "Denial is a great thing."

"Will it ever get easier?" Thor asked, but Bruce shook his head.

"It'll get easier to handle the feelings, but they'll always be there." Bruce frowned. "Things aren't great. Losing them won't get any easier, but we can learn from it, I guess. They saved the world, their deaths weren't for nothing. We just have to make sure that we don't let that be in vein."

Thor nodded quietly, finally looking up at Bruce. How could any of it be real? What had they all done so wrong to have caused so many deaths? He wanted everything to be okay, but how could any of it e okay when they were stuck in some sick game, created by such a sadist?

"At least I have you." Thor tried to smile.

Bruce smiled sadly and gently wrapped an arm around the god, pulling him closer. "I love you.

"I love you too."

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"What the fuck just happened?"

Steve watched as Bucky paced, but he did nothing to stop him. He knew that Bucky needed a way to release his energy, so he just watched.

Steve didn't know how to feel. He felt shocked, that much he knew. Other than that? It felt like he was in a video game. One where characters were being killed off for the fun of it. None of it felt real. He just wanted it to be some joke.

"Everything will be fine. We watched people die daily back in the army." Steve frowned.

He didn't know if everything would be fine. How could he? So much had changed. They just lost half the team. How could anything be okay? He had funerals to plan. Well, chances are Tony already had his planned, and Clint's wife probably wanted to do his. He would do Natasha's. Him and Bucky. That was his plan.

"Well... this year is starting off great," Bucky said with a bitter frown. "I... I don't know who to be angry with! Why didn't Loki check? Why did Tony punch Thanos? Why didn't we cover for Nat and Clint? Why couldn't we save them? We're meant to save people! Why didn't we do that?!"

Steve frowned and got up. He walked over to Bucky and pulled him into a hug before he could start pacing again. Bucky instantly broke down, sobbing into his soulmates shoulder. Why was life so unfair? Why couldn't anything just be okay? Why did everything hurt?

"It'll all work out. Somehow, some way, this will work. I promise," Steve whispered as he rubbed Bucky's back, trying to comfort him.

"And what if it doesn't?"