Everly || Steve Rogers

70. All That's Left

~ 22 Days Post-Snap ~

Everly roamed the silent halls of the Avengers facility with a heavy heart. The rooms behind many of the doors she passed remained empty ever since that horrible day. She peered out the large window as she passed, a few outdoor lights piercing the ever growing darkness. Her feet carried her farther down the corridor until they stopped in an open doorway, a bit of light spilling into the dim hall. She leaned up against the door frame and folded her arms over her chest, a sigh pushing past her lips when her eyes landed on Steve. He stood before one of the three sinks, his jaw half-covered in a white foam.

"I've been looking for you." She said quietly, peeking at him through the mirror. His eyes met her reflection and he peered at the razor in his hands before dragging it down his face.

"Why's that?" He asked. She hesitated a moment before finally managing a smile and stepping further into the room. 

"I liked the beard." He huffed, wiping his face with a towel before resting his hands on the counter before him. 

"Eve." He glanced up at her reflection once more. "What's up?" Everly frowned as she drew nearer and stopped behind him, running her hands down his arms.

 "Just wanted to see how you were doing." She breathed, resting her head gently on his tense shoulder. A puff of air escaped his lips and she felt him relax in the slightest as he shook his head lightly.

The snap had hit them all painfully hard, but it seemed to really have taken its toll on Steve. It wasn't as easy to make normal conversation with him anymore, as it was fairly one-sided. She tried everything she could think of to raise his spirits, though she couldn't even raise her own. It wasn't only them however, the entire world seemed a bit darker since then. Nobody knew how to deal with the loss.

Steve slowly turned to face her and she tilted her head aside, a sad smile playing at her lips. His blue eyes locked onto hers, their faces only inches apart as he ran a hand through her brown hair.

"Thank you." He breathed. 

Everly frowned when the ground began to tremble beneath their feet. Steve's brow furrowed in confusion and he looked around at the rattling walls. He latched onto her hand and the pair hurried from the room. They burst through the front doors into the cool night air, the green grass slick with dew as they raced across the open yard. Natasha, Bruce, and Rhodey appeared behind them, none of them knowing what to expect. They all slowed to a stop when they'd reached Pepper, who stared into the sky with wide eyes. Everly's frown only deepened when an orange ship rounded the corner, a single light glowing beneath it.

As the ship drew nearer to the ground, her eyes widened in realization and her mouth fell open. The light was in fact a woman, an orange glow surrounding her as she carried the ship softly to the grass. She turned to look at them and the glow faded as the wind rustled her blond hair. Everly curiously stepped forward and a hatch fell open, a staircase emerging from inside. Two figures appeared in the light spilling from the hatch, one helping the other to walk.

Her heart skipped when she recognized one of the figures to be the one and only, Tony Stark. For all this time, they'd thought him to be one of the vanished, yet here he was standing before them. Her feet remained frozen in place despite how badly she wanted to rush forward. It had been so long since she'd last seen him. Steve brushed past her, racing to Tony's side and helping him down the stairs. Tony glanced back at the odd blue woman before his gaze fell to the man beside him. His wide eyes flicked between each of the people in front of him as if struggling to believe they were real.

"I couldn't stop him." He breathed. Everly's heart sunk and Steve steered him back toward them.

"Neither could I." He returned.