Heroes Assemble!

Where To From Here?

The battlefield was a mess, as any place that had seen two armies clash was wont to be.

At the far end, the crashed remains of the Sanctuary II lay, great plumes of dark grey smoke still pouring out of it hours after the battle had ended. But it wasn't the only piece of alien tech lying about. Hundreds of pieces of Chitauri chariots had crashed throughout the battle. Many, most even, were still mostly whole. The rest, though, were charred remnants of what they'd once been.

There were Chitauri weapons lying everywhere, along with hundreds of bodies, both Chitauri and Outrider. Slowly, those bodies were being gathered together into huge piles for later decisions. At least with this being Antarctica, the temperature meant that the bodies wouldn't decompose very quickly.

Of course, not all of the enemy had been killed, although more of them than should have been had had to be put down. Even with the capture of Thanos, the aliens had fought on, most with even more savagery than they originally had been.

In the end. T'Challa and Okoye had called for the Wakandan air fleet to come through an extra large portal courtesy of Wong. The Wakandan army had boxed the aliens in, using the strange, invisible force field to help herd them into the right area.

And then, reluctantly, T'Challa had given the order. His fleet had decimated the remains of the aliens until only a few dozen remained. Those last few, finally, surrendered.

It wasn't just the aliens that had suffered though.

The Wakandan army had suffered the most both in terms of deaths and injuries. Thankfully, though, the numbers killed weren't as high as they could have been, a fact that was mostly attributed to the procedure that had been adopted by them, an idea that had originated with Daphne and Harry.

Any injury that was deemed to be life-threatening instantly caused the person to be portkeyed home to Wakanda where not only the magical healers stood ready to go to work but also the top doctors in the country.

Once the battle was over, dozens more – both Wakandan and members of the various hero teams – had then also been sent to get their injuries seen to. Dozens of bones had been broken; hundreds of cuts had been obtained; bodies were already turning black and blue from bruises; and exhaustion had set in. Pepper Up potions had been liberally drunk in preparation for the battle but that sort of magical concoction came at a price – the body would eventually collapse hard and only real sleep would fix it.

A small group still remained on the battle field to discuss what to do next. All of them were exhausted, sore and hurting but none were going to show it.

"How?" Thanos asked, not for the first time, his eyes never leaving Harry.

Harry smirked at the Titan, bound as he was with not only thick wire wrapped up and down his legs and body, his arms strapped to his side but also with as strong a body bind as Harry could cast and having used the Elder wand to cast it, he knew that no one was going to break out of that any time soon.

"I saw you destroyed, consumed by the Power Stone. None could survive that. Very few could even hold the Stone," Thanos continued.

"Bitch, please," Peter Quill said, stepping into view. "I once held the thing."

"You're part Celestial, Peter," Gamora reminded him.

Peter shrugged. "Don't bring my genes into this. I'm nothing like my father."

"What does the pants you are wearing have to do with your father?" Drax asked.

"Are they always like this?" Nat asked Gamora.