Thor: Ragnarok - The Avengers: Infinity War - The Avengers: Endgame
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Tony stark gave his life so we could make something of ours.
*EDITING SPRING OF 2023*
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I leaned my head on Bruce's shoulder in the Quinjet on our way to the New Avengers Facility and closed my eyes for the first time in nearly two days. I couldn't tell you how good it felt to just sit down for a change, instead of having to stand and fight like we had been doing all this time.
I reached into my back pocket and frowned when I felt something inside of it. I pulled it out and inhaled sharply once I saw what it was. A small, torn up piece of Thor's cape sat idle in my shaky hands. I couldn't exactly remember when I put it in there, but I did remember giving Thor his cape back after Ragnarok.
I knew he liked seeing it on me, but I couldn't keep it. It didn't feel right to take the king's cape, especially not since he looked so damn good in it. So, he tore up a small corner and told me to keep it, like a piece of jewelry or something else to remind me of him.
I pressed it up against my nose and inhaled the scent. Even though it had been inside my pocket, it still smelled like him.
"You're gonna see him again, you know? He's tough as nails." Bruce told me as he sat down next to me.
I looked up at him, nodding slowly.
"I'm counting on it." I said.
"So," Bruce said after a while, "What's your story?"
"My story? I'm not really sure," I paused, "It's all sort of mangled together at this point. I'm not even sure any part of my past really happened. It just seems so far away, you know?"
"What about your powers?" He asked me.
"You know, I spent years trying to figure out what was wrong with me. Half my life was me trying to run," I looked at Bruce, "I thought I was just running from the authorities, but I think I was running from myself the whole time."
Bruce gazed back at me, "What did you do? If you don't mind me asking."
"I think it's best if I don't tell you. You might... look at me different once you know."
I expected Bruce to understand, but instead of leaving it be, he began to laugh.
"Trust me, Mary. There's nobody on the team that hasn't done something they aren't proud of. Look at me, I'm living proof of that. Hell, even America's boy wonder Steve Rogers has skeletons in his closet. I'm not trying to force you to spill all your darkest secrets," he got up, "I'm just saying that talking about it may help you get over them."
