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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"There's a cold hard rain on the mountain top Like a speeding train that'll never stop"
Sleeping with Sirens, War
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PART ONE 2023
T H Eblaring alarm woke Charlie from a peaceful sleep, and heavy eyes opened slowly in protest. An inhuman grunt fell from her mouth and she turned in her bed, shutting off the alarm clock and bringing the warm covers around her shoulders.
The early morning light was just beginning to peak from her bedroom window, and the gray curtains were not as thick as she would like them to be.
A tired sigh escaped her mouth as she grabbed her phone and looked at the few notifications on her cell phone. Various were from social media and a few from her friends, even some from work - despite it being only seven in the morning.
Charlie heard movement from outside of her bedroom, and the unmistakable sound of something falling. Glass shattered from inside the kitchen and the woman groaned.
Pushing the covers back, she lazily stood from the bed and went to see what the trouble was.
Oliver, back from death, stood in the kitchen with Iron Man pajamas and glasses on his freckled face. At his bare feet was a shattered glass bowl and his face was red.
When Charlie walked into the room and saw the mess that had been created, she let out a breathless laugh. "You okay?"
"I wanted to make myself breakfast but I slipped," Oliver admitted to her. "I'm sorry."
"It's okay, just stand back. The last thing I need is you getting glass in your foot on the first day of school." Charlie said.
She grabbed the old broom from the utility closet and quickly swept up the broken bowl, making sure that all the glass had been swept. She reminded herself to run the mop over it after work.
Once it was finished, the older Grant sibling took a bowl from the top shelf and set it on the table for him. Oliver smiled widely at his big sister and then finished making himself breakfast.
As a cup of tea warmed in the microwave, Charlie leaned against the counter and stared at her little brother.
It had been a few months since Oliver reappeared in the middle of the street. It had been a few months since everyone reappeared; since the Avengers saved the lives of trillions.
Charlie was more than thankful. In the five years that had passed, she was left with utterly nothing. The Grant family was small, with only immediate family. So when her parents died, and the decimation took her brother, she was alone.
