ʙᴀᴄᴋ ғʀᴏᴍ ᴛʜᴇ ᴅᴇᴀᴅ || 𝘓𝘰𝘬𝘪

"Theres Only Six of You."|| Chapter Twenty-Three

The day had come.

I didn't have work and the Avengers didn't seem to need me so Loki sent a raven to lead the way. I couldn't stop the guilty feeling that crept up into my mind and spread through my brain, taking control of my thought process.

Was I really about to do this? I wished not.

Here I was- about to ruin everything I worked so hard to reach just for a childish crush who was probably messing with my feelings. Id never be accepted as a hero again after this.

I should have turned him good. I should have left him in that god damn cell and listened to Fury when he told me not to converse with the God.

But it was too late for that.

I stood calmly in the middle of an old village. It was already ruined. Each 'home' (if you could even called it that) consisted of rotting, wooden walls and dirt floors with straw roofing. On my other side, stood ruins of brick, concrete and stone which I could only assume used to be buildings of all kinds.

I remembered learning about this place. It was destroyed during WW2 when a n*z¡ air-raid came flying overhead. Large, sudden and rapid bombs created a rain of terror down on the lives of innocent people. Women and children tried to get away but very few escaped. Soldiers came home to nothing but ruined remains and their families dead.

It was devastating.

When it's people pleaded for their homes, work places and holy worship buildings to be re-built and re-modelled, the government did nothing. So they were forced to live like cavemen, vikings and poverty-struck victorians. They built their own homes from natural resources including wood from the nearby forest.

I struggled to believe these people had stayed. WW2 was so many years ago, decades even, yet generation after generation - nobody left.

Perhaps they were unable to afford proper houses? Perhaps they appreciated the strong sense of community? I couldn't know.

Although, what I can say is that in this village, in these homes of life-long suffering, they still had more respect and equal rights than you could find anywhere else. Perhaps that's why they stayed...

I spoke to one of the locals, they were calm and made simple small talk with me. It made me feel overwhelmingly sorry for the upcoming events that were going to unfold on their dystopian village.

Stark dropped down behind me, the metal of his armour clinked. It betrayed his only chance of being secretive. "Why...! If it isn't Iron Man." I smiled, turning to face him. The innocent villager I had been speaking with decided it was their queue to leave. "Descending from on high to mingle with the commoners." I teased, the innocent act faltered as I struggled to appreciate his visit.

"I didn't see you at the meeting," He explained, sounding dull and unimpressed.

"That was today? Didn't think I was still invited after the whole... throwing me in an indestructible cell thing," His face remained unmoving. My hand threw to my chest dramatically, "Oh! I feel simply awful..." I heard Caps voice through the helmet telling him to stall me and a wicked grin made its way onto my face. "Must have slipped my mind..." I snarled, dropping the act as I realised they already figured everything out.

"Yes well- as slippery as your mind is, we gave you a second chance to prove yourself so you should have been first in line." His typical cocky attitude came shining through.

I chuckled, "Well I was first in line... until you were born."

"What?" The mask lifted. His eyes were wide, confusion prominent in his voice.