Your brows knitted together in concern but the scientist merely shook his head. “When was the last time you slept?” Bruce waved his hand at you, dismissing your question. He looked exhausted, more so than anyone else. “You should talk to him.” You nearly jumped out of your skin as Bruce came up behind you.
Peace would not come to the son of Odin until Thanos had paid with his life. He almost could be meditating, but you knew better than that. Thor’s eyes were glued to the floor, his hand curled into fists. The only thing you knew he had done was change into clothes local to Earth while his armor was being cleansed of gore. Even now was you studied him, his jaw was set and his lips in a thin line. Ever since the battle at Wakanda, the God had been quiet. The only connection you all had to otherworldly forces was Thor.
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Alongside the remaining Avengers, you were frantically trying to figure out how to undo the culling but without any cosmic guidance, you felt lost. You were one of the ones left behind to pick up the fragments of hope that Thanos had destroyed with a simple snap of his fingers. With half of everything, everyone, gone, the hallways seemed to echoed with ghastly cries. The Avengers complex felt, it was, deathly silent. It killed you seeing him like this all you wanted was to help the man you loved. The god hadn’t the time to process all of his pain properly. His life had become an endless cycle of pain and loss ever since he lost his father. Thor hasn’t been in a good place for a long time.
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