The Return (Amanda Rogers)

Chapter 17

The women of the avengers all fought their way towards the van, carol using her powers to her advantage as she quickly flew through the battle. Amanda was fighting hard, whether it was with her powers or not.

"Everyone alive?" Amanda asked over comms.

"I think so." Clint responded.

A chuckle came from Amanda as she heard Clint's response.

As the battle continued, Amanda began to feel drained. This was the largest fight she's been in since the battle in wakanda, and that was five years ago.

"Dad." Amanda said, fighting alongside her father, "I don't know how much longer I can go."

Steve glanced over, seeing Amanda's fighting was becoming sloppy. "Try to hang on for a little longer, kid." He said, "we are almost done. I can feel it."

Amanda nodded, clearing out the portion of the army around her. By now, she was fighting by herself in the area she was in, her father running off to help Bucky.

"Peter." Amanda said out of breath through the comms to only him. "Pete I need help."

"You need help?" Peter asked. He was confused, Amanda had never asked for help during all the years she's known him. "I'm coming Mandy."

By the time Peter had gotten there, Amanda was alone and surrounded by dead aliens. The boy had noticed her leaning against a piece of the compound trying to keep herself up.

"Mandy?" Peter asked, hurrying over. He stood in front of the girl, wiping the messy hair from her face to see if she was hurt. "Mandy, what's wrong?"

Amanda shook her head. "I don't feel right."

Peter furrowed his eyebrows. "What do you mean?" He asked. "You're not going to die on me, are you? Because if you are I'm going to ask you not to."

Amanda laughed at Peter, grabbing him in a tight hug. She needed to know that this was all actually happening, still thinking her m in n's was messing with her.

"I missed you, Parker."

"I've missed you too." Peter said, "but we are kinda in the middle of the fight of our lives so we might need to hurry this up."

Amanda laughed and nodded her head, taking out her batons again. "I'm not entirely sure if I can fight much longer." She pointed out, "I feel like I might actually pass out."

"Why did you just say that when I got here?" Peter asked, putting his hands on her shoulders. "You know... when I asked what was wrong!"

"Sorry, sorry." Amanda apologized, "I'm just-"

Amanda paused when both her and Peter were blinded by a familiar bright light. The girl only knew one thing... someone had snapped again.

That had to have been it, a light that bright had only blinded her twice before.

"Shit." She said, "Peter we have to get over to the main battle."

Peter hesitated, but agreed as he felt his spider sense go off. The boy was quick to scoop up Amanda, swinging both of them over.

When they landed, nobody was moving. Instead, they were all staring at the body laying against a large piece of the compound.

"Dad what's happening?" Amanda asked, limping over to her father with the help of Peter.

Steve didn't say a word, keeping his eyes on the body. The two young avengers turned around and saw Tony on the ground, the gauntlet around his hand. The entire side of his body was fried, meaning that the metal suit was likely melted onto him and he wasn't going to make it.