2023
It's been several months since Tony Stark and Natasha Romanoff gave their lives to bring back the trillions murdered in the decimation.
In the wake of the post - apocalyptic clean up, and the entirety of the universe adjusting to home the life...
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"He fades away She is barely holding on by a string He's been gone since yesterday"
Sleeping with Sirens, Ghost
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BEFORE 2018
CRIMSONred roses sat atop matching black coffins. The wind barely poked at the falling petals and the unearthed dirt that sat a foot away from the grave.
Under the unforgiving heat of the early summer's sun, the priest read from the Good Book in prayer; praying that the two souls would be welcomed through the golden archways of an infinite paradise.
Charlie Grant stood tall, green eyes set in stone on the lowering coffins. She was adorned in a black dress, with white stockings and matching heels that sunk too deep into the cemeteries grass.
Underneath her dress, etched into her skin, were the lingering bruises of the accident that claimed her parent's life.
In her hand was the smaller one of her younger brother's. His black attire matched hers, with a poorly done black tie. Neither of them could figure it out and Charlie did not have the energy to do so in the early morning.
It was only the two Grant children that stood by the graves and the priest that had donated his time to perform the service. And he did it out of the very kindness of his heart; it had been a terrible accident.
When the coffins were lowered, and all the prayers finished, Charlie's eyes still lingered on the hole that had now become her parent's eternal home.
A tug on her hand brought her back into the world, an ever-changing one that sadly does not stop at something as simple as death.
Oliver Grant, with eyes as dark as his father's, looked up at his sister. At nine years old, he did not fully understand what death meant. Though he was pained greatly by his parent's absence, it did not linger the way it did on Charlie.
"I'm hungry," Oliver whispered to his sister.
The burden of the young child's needs was now placed on Charlie's shoulders. The twelve-year gap between them now seemed decades-long; as Charlie had realized that she was no longer his older sister, but his primary caretaker.
"Okay," She finally replied to him. Charlie turned slowly to look at the priest. "Thank you, for the service."
The older man nodded with a small smile. While he did not know the Grant family or the two people that he had just prayed for, he did emphasize the loss that the children must be feeling.
