They're all gone. My friends. My family.
Samuel Wilson
Groot
The Vision
Wanda Maximoff
Sargent Barnes
T'Challa
Shuri
Ulric
I gasp as I fight against the flood of tears building up in my eyes. They're just gone. Nothing but dust.
"Goddammit," I growl at myself, slamming my hands down on the table in front of me as tears try to trail down my face.
But I fight them.
I fight the tears trying to escape.
I will not cry.
I fight the tears as a vibranium locket swings into view. The locket Ulric made me. The last thing he gave me before I went to fight. A good luck charm, but I don't feel lucky. I feel like my whole world has been torn to shreds.
Grabbing ahold of it, I finally allow the tears to stream freely down my face. I clutch the locket close to my heart as my whole body shakes.
They're all gone, and I could do nothing about it. Everything I did was pointless in the end. They're all gone and I'm still here.
My breath catches slightly in my throat as more tears fall. I'm a couple of sobs away from hyperventilating.
Behind me, the slow thump of footsteps announces someone approaching from behind. They're heavy, loud, probably Captain Rogers. But there is another sound, armor clinking against itself.
"I wish to be alone," I hiss as I furiously wipe at the tears in my eyes. I'm not ready to talk to anyone. I might never be ready to talk to anyone.
"Sigyn?" A deep voice mutters from behind me.
Sucking in a shallow breath, I turn around.
There standing in the doorway is Thor. He watches me with confusion in his gold and blue eyes.
"Thor," I mutter as I watch him. I knew this moment was coming. I knew the moment he crashed down into the battlefield. Whether we won or lost, he would recognize me as Sigyn. I was just hoping when that moment came, we had won.
We just watch each other for what feels like an eternity. We just stand there until Thor rushes forward, enveloping me in his large arms.
"Sigyn, I can't believe you're here." Thor murmurs into my hair. "Loki, he... he's..."
"I know," I mutter into his chest, relieving Thor of the agony of announcing the death of his brother. I lightly pat his back soothingly as Thor begins to shake.
He's crying.
"It's all my fault." He moans. "Everything is my fault. It's my fault you died. It's my fault Asgard is gone. Half the universe is gone, and it's all my fault. I should have... I should have gotten there sooner. I should have gone for the head. I should have..."
I pause patting his back as Thor trails off.
It's his fault that Thanos won. It's his fault Ulric is gone. It's his fault Shuri is gone. It's his fault T'Challa, and Wanda, and Sargent Barnes, and Samuel, and the other half of the universe is gone.
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FanfictionThe War was Lost. The Innocent are Gone. Life goes On. But Not for Everyone. Book Three of the Ingcuka Series.