Avengers-endgame

The lake stayed still. The cabin stayed dark. But the stars, for the first time in half a decade, looked like they were waiting for something to begin again.

“You look like hell,” Tony said, landing soft on the dock. avengers-endgame

Tony didn’t look triumphant. He looked tired. But he was here . The lake stayed still

They walked toward the light.

Behind them, the quantum tunnel flared to life. Through the trees, he saw Steve Rogers step out, shield on his arm, beard gone, chin high. Natasha wasn’t there. She would never be there. But Clint felt her hand on his shoulder for just a second—light, certain, gone. “You look like hell,” Tony said, landing soft

From the rift came a figure, armored and glowing faintly, dragging a hammer that sparked with old storm-light. Thor looked thinner, his eyes clearer than they’d been in five years. Behind him, a raccoon with a blaster the size of his arm. Then a woman in red, feet barely touching the ground. And a man in a red-and-gold suit that Clint would know anywhere.

“One more,” Tony agreed. And then, quieter: “For her. For all of them.”