I've been in here forever.
And I probably will be in here forever.
The Snapped were stuck in the Soul Stone, separate from me.
I could watch and listen and speak but nothing would be allowed to come out.
I'm accepting my fate for the 14,000,605th time when I suddenly hear a noise.
It's like a splat mixed with a thud mixed with a far off cry for god please don't let this be true.
It sends shudders through me.
And I fear it only because I was that person.
And there's another.
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Fallen (Post-Endgame)
FanfictionTony Stark is dead. Natasha Romanoff is dead. The world is dead to Steve Rogers. The only thing left to do is to return the stones. But in returning the stones... What could happen? After all.... Death is not the end. i'll see you in a minute.
