𝕄𝔸ℝ𝕍𝔼𝕃

Gone...

I don't tend to dwell on the past. It only hurts. But when the only person that has ever loved me turns into dust before my eyes just because some bastard wanted a peaceful retirement... Yeah, I tend to think if I could have done anything to stop it. If I wasn't somewhere else, could I have stopped Thanos? Or is he just too powerful? I tend to ask myself these things. But it won't stop the fact that he's gone.

So many of us were lost that day. Half of humanity, to be exact. "Y/n...Wake up" I groan, turning over. "Y/n, get up. You know you'll be moping all day if you don't." I sigh, because I knew that Steve was right. I get up, wiping the sleep out of my eyes. I change into running shorts and a t-shirt, putting my hair in a ponytail before heading downstairs. I put some waffles in the toaster and Steve smiles at me sympathetically. "Stop giving me your pity. My boyfriend was snapped, i'm not cancerous." I grumble and Steve laughs. 

The toaster pops and I take them out of the toaster, putting them on my plate. I put some butter and syrup on them and sit at the table and eat them. (I eat waffles with just butter usually but I'll do it for you guys so you don't call me an uncultured swine😇) "How you've been doing?" He asks and I sigh. "As well as I can be knowing that a walking eggplant that killed off half of humanity is sitting around enjoying the hell out of life" I mutter.

"so, not good?" Steve asks and I laugh. I finish my waffles and