I thought the worse pain I would ever feel was being experimented on.
Man was I wrong.
A blast of white light sends shivers through my spine as Thanos snaps his fingers, Thors protests echoing across the forest.
Bringing Wanda's head to my chest, shielding her from the bright light I wrap an arm over my own eyes, hiding myself from the piercing flash.
"Are you ok?" I instantly grip Wanda's chin as the flash vanishes, her tears falling rather steadily down her face as she shakes her head.
"I feel tingly." She mutters glancing into my eyes causing me to frown.
"Its normal, it's the adrenaline, don't worry baby." I try to smile but my heart isn't in it.
Turning to glance back at Thor my brows furrow once again as Thanos steps into a blue portal leaving Thors axe behind spattered in purple blood.
Steve emerges from the trees holding his side, his lips bleeding profusely.
"Where'd he go? Thor?"
Thor remains silent as if he hadn't heard Steve.
"Thor?" Steve repeats before Bucky interrupts.
"Steve." Bucky stammers.
I snap my head round to the soldier, a hand covering my mouth as Buckys own hands begin to turn to dust.
Stammering forwards Bucky sends a petrified glance towards Steve as a second later he's turned to ash, his gun clattering to the floor as his body disappears into nothingness.
My stomach drops as the realisation of what just happened finally processes in my mind.
Thanos had won.
Steve drops to his knees beside the dust Bucky had left behind, his face falling as he realised his best friend had gone once again.
Wanda sits up, moving so she could see the chaos surrounding her.
"No." She whispers shaking her head, her hand tightening around my arm causing a searing pain to ripple through me although I didn't attempt to move let alone wince, the sight before me much to distracting.
Rockets cries are next. Groots fading body being blown away by the light breeze.
I get to my feet releasing Wanda's hand for the minute as I spin in a circle trying to get a grasp of the situation.
Breathing a sigh of relief I watch as Nat removes herself from the ground moving to stand by Steve, watching silently as the people we love disappear.
"Skye."
Wanda's voice is small, panicked as I turn back to gaze at my fiancé.
In an instant I'm on my knees gripping her arms, my head shaking furiously.
Her face runs pale, like a ghost as she looks down at her hands.
The hands that are slowly fading into nothingness.
"No. No." I murmur my breathing quickening as more and more of her arms turn to dust.
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Not your Fault
RomanceSkye Romanoff is a trained killer, an assassin. She doesn't love, that's for the weak. But what will happen when a certain green eyed witch walks into her life? ON HOLD.
