Avengers Infinity War: Broken Universe

The End Game

It was the end times. Barely a shred of hope could be found anywhere in the universe. Steve Rogers was forced to watch his world fade to ash. Bucky was gone, T'challa, Sam, and so many others, dead in an instant. Their life taken with a snap of a finger. He didn't know who was left. Tony? Fury? Sharon? He didn't know. All he knew was that half of the living were gone, many of his friends with them. No one could say anything. Natasha was standing behind him with a blank expression as if she was still processing what fate they had met. Visions lifeless body lay before him and the ashes of many littered the once beautiful land. Captain America ran a hand through his hair and tried to force back the despair that threatened to break him. For once in his life, he had no idea what to do. The broken man drew in a wavering breath and turned to look at the last of the surviving Avengers that he knew of. His brokenness was mirrored in all their eyes. All seemed lost. Steve sighed and took a step closer to the gathered and lifted his chin. He wasn't sure what to say, but he had to say something. They couldn't admit to defeat, if they did, everything would be lost.

"We're in a bad spot." He began slowly, struggling to keep his voice from wavering."If we count our losses, everything is against us." They all stared at him with desperate eyes, hoping against hope that he could give them something to grasp on to. Natasha, Banner, Thor, Rhodes, and the Raccoon."But we can't give into Thanos. We have to find a way to stop him."

"How?" The raccoon asked and looked up at Steve mournfully."Everyone is dead."

"He's right Steve." Banner said to his left."We've already lost." Steve shook his head.

"I don't know yet. But we have to try." His eyes went past there shoulders to where Bucky had become grey ash. They had to try, no matter what.