Till the End|MCU|3

two

"Are you sure you don't want me to come with you?" Captain Rogers calls as I walk down the ramp.

"I'm sure," I call back, glancing around the deserted street. It's so different than the street I saw the last time I was here. So quiet and devout of life.

"Just call me if you need anything." He calls as I make my trek to the Farrington house. I nod my head as I wave a hand at him.

The walk to the house is a sad one. It's only been a couple of hours since Thanos' snap, but already everyone from this street has evacuated. Probably terrified something else might happen.

I don't blame them.

I glance at the driveway, seeing Tommy's truck. I can't tell if that's a good or bad thing.

There's only one way to find out.

Stepping up onto the creaky porch, I notice the front door is cracked open. I suck in a breath as I pull out a knife, not knowing what I'm about to find.

"Tommy. Birdie." I call out for my brother and sister-in-law as I push the door open with my foot. Cautiously, I step inside before gasping. Scattered on the ground in front of me is a small pile of dust. I drop my knife, not knowing who that was.

"Tommy! Birdie!" I scream out, glancing around for movement. A loud thump followed by crying answers my calls. I lunge forward, taking the stairs two at a time.

The crying grows louder as I rush down the hall. I throw the door open as I rush into the bedroom.

There standing in his crib is my baby nephew, Steven James Farrington. He cries harder at the sight of me, his arms outstretched as he grabs at the air. In front of him is a car seat and another pile of dust.

I choke out a sob as I fall back into the door frame.

They're gone.

Both my biological and adopted family are gone.

I feel the tears fight against my eyes again. I'm surprised I have any tears left to shed.

They must have been preparing to leave when it happened. And Steven probably watched as one of his parents vanished before his eyes. He's only one-years-old and he's probably scarred for life.

Steven cries harder at the fact that I'm not comforting him.

I step forward in a daze, walking cautiously around the pile of dust.

He's all alone now. No one else to take care of him. Only me.

I lift him as he begins to hyperventilate. "Shh." I hum into his ear, holding him close to my chest. He nuzzles his head into the crook of my neck, tears streaming down his tiny face. "Everything's going to be okay now. I got you."

His fingers grab onto my necklace as he begins to hiccup softly, calming down a little bit.

We're all that's left of the Farrington family. Just me and him.

🐺

I walk down the street, back to the quinjet.

Captain Rogers peers out at me as I approach.

"Found my nephew," I announce as I hold up the car seat with a crying Steven in it, a backpack of some of his stuff thrown over my shoulder.

Captain Rogers' face falls in realization. I don't stay long enough to hear what he has to say. I walk past him up the ramp back into the quinjet.