SURVIVOR ▹ ENDGAME ⁸ ✓

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𝑺𝑼𝑹𝑽𝑰𝑽𝑶𝑹
-𝒔𝒆𝒃𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒏
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aftermath
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❝I'M      A     SURVIVOR.
I'M  GONNA  MAKE IT.
I'M WILL SURVIVE.
KEEP ON SURVIVING.❞

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          "STOP,"

By the voice alone, the Titan loosened his fist that dawned a gold gauntlet. The purple villain turned his head slightly, watching the Doctor grunt in pain as he leaned against a boulder. Blood leaked from his lip, cheek and from his hairline. "Spare his life..." there was a pause of regret. "and I will give you the Stone."

The Titan narrowed his eyes, challenging him on it. "No tricks."

Stephen slowly shook his head. The Titan turned his fist, now focusing it's power on him incase anything go wrong.

"Don't," Tony choked on his own blood, holding his breath to bare the pain of being stabbed with the large blade that came from his suit. Blood dripped off his lip.

Ignoring the billionaire, Stephen raised his arm slowly, bringing his index and thumb close together before the Time Stone magically appeared in thin-air. He offered it to the Mad Titan, his shaky fingers spreading out as the Time Stone slowly floated over to him.

Once Thanos got it, he placed it in the socket on his thumb. Tony and Stephen watched as Thanos stared down at his gauntlet. "One to go."

A few random sparks made Thanos look up, to watch Peter Quill fly in, in a fit of rage. Holding up his left hand, Thanos activated the Stones and left swiftly in a portal. Peter crash-landed into the ground, waving one of his guns around blindly as he mask slowly peeled away from his face. "Where is he?!"

Tony grunted in pain as he used one of his good repulsers to repair himself with Helen Cho's tech on synthetic skin. After he was finished the task, he slumped back on the rock his was propped against.

Meeting eyes with Peter, Tony's frown deepened. Peter panted, tears almost threatening his eyes. He sighed harshly. "Did we just lose?"

Tony slowly looked over his shoulder at Stephen. "Why would you do that?" His voice dripped with both disappointment and regret.

Stephen slowly met Tony's sorrowed gaze. Behind Peter, Lucy, Mantis, Peter Parker, Drax and Amber emerged over a small hill, all their faces long with sadness.

"We're in the Endgame now."

          LEXI'S eyes slowly fluttered open, the dream happening yet again for the umpteenth time. She lost count. A frown instantly took its place on her lips; something that showed up everyday and it never seemed to go away. Sitting up in her once shared bed, she felt the covers slide off her torso, revealing her thinning figure. As Lexi turned her attention to the window to look out at the galaxies around her, she forced herself to ignore the growling of her hungered stomach.

It had been a long time since Lexi's eaten. Two days, to be exact. If it wasn't for Tony almost forcing Lexi to eat, she was sure she would be dead by now. The thought made Lexi almost laugh, a short burst of air coming out her nose.

Glancing down, Lexi looked at her bony wrists. Lifting her white tank top, she saw her hip bones, getting pointer by the passing day. She wanted to eat most days, but the pain and guilt of what happened to Peter was too much for her to bare, and it quickly made her lose her appetite; sometimes by throwing up. This only made her feel worse, since Nebula and Tony were the ones to deal with her sickness; even though they insisted every time they didn't mind.