selene // thor odinson

I

upstate new york

Everything was silent as we headed back to the quinjet. I could barely walk, I was pretty sure I broke a least a couple ribs but they'll heal...they always do. I pulled at my necklace, my armour stopping the pressure on my injuries. Thor supported me, arm gently draped around me until we sat on the seats of the quinjet, until we got back to my room in the compound.

Not a single word was spoken between the team, none of us knew what to say because we had lost.

We lost Wanda, Vision, Loki, Heimdall, Sam, Bucky, Groot, Wakanda had lost their King and billions of other innocent lives were...lost.

I felt nauseous because for once, we hadn't won.

I couldn't even bare to think about the aftermath across Olympus, who we'd lost there and I prayed that Penelope was okay.

I fought back my tears that threatened to fall, I felt so powerless.

That wasn't something I'd felt in a long time.

I was so caught up in the overwhelmingly heavy pressure in my chest, I didn't realise that Thor was undressing me with the softest fingers. I gazed at his face as he carried me into the bathtub, placing me delicately inside to not cause me any pain. He was quiet, uncharacteristically quiet. His eyes were dark, not like the bright lightening they usually were but deep and grey like thunderclouds, the colour of my own eyes. I wanted nothing but to console him yet I had not the words to.

I sat still, mind still mulling over the events as I let Thor run the warm water over me, wincing slightly as it ran over my bruises. Every time I blinked, all I could see was Vision's lifeless body, Wanda crumpling into ashes.

If only I wasn't so weak.

If only I wasn't so incapable, Thanos wouldn't have succeeded in the Snap.

If only I hadn't lost that battle against Cull Obsidian on the Statesmen. If only I wasn't so defenceless in New York. If only I got the gauntlet off Thanos when I got the chance in Wakanda.

But I hadn't. Now so many people that I loved were gone and the gods know who else.

I wrapped the towel around me that Thor had held out and he wrung a gentle arm around my waist, guiding me to the bed. I sat in silence as Thor took his turn in the bathroom. I didn't want to move, I couldn't move. The water did nothing for my injuries. I felt the sharp bone scraping against my skin every time I breathed so I kept my breathing shallow. It didn't help the pain I felt in my heart. I looked down at my abdomen, it was incredibly swollen, the colour of the fresh blood that oozed was my cheek moments ago.

Thor returned from the bathroom in fresh clothes, picked up the medical kit that I kept in the bottom drawer.

"This will hurt," he said, the first words either of us had spoken. His voice was rough, thick with emotion and my eyes flitted up to him immediately.

He removed the towel and dabbed the ointment across the entirety of my stomach. I bit down hard on my split lips, keeping in my cries. A few stray tears slid down my face at the raw pain, perhaps it wasn't even the physical pain. Thor wrapped up my abdomen in gauze then helped me get dressed. I grimaced as I pulled on a t-shirt, my torn muscles stretching in agony.

I gripped Thor's hand tightly as his other hand supported me into bed. My breaths were sharp, I exhaled as I lowered my body slowly onto the mattress. I sighed in relief once my back hit the softness and my body felt at ease once I felt Thor get in next to me.

I held my hand out to him and I looked into his face. All the pain I had inside and out of me, he was holding within. I knew the burden he carried, the blame he held on himself. He truly believed this entire thing was his fault, that he should have gone for the head...but it wasn't. I held as much blame as he did. The whole team failed. A small tear slipped from his eye and I reached out, wiping it away.

"Take my hand, Thor," I said, holding my calloused palm upwards and he placed his rough one on top. He intertwined our fingers and brought my hand up to his lips, pressing a light kiss. "Everything will be okay, it has to be. We have to keep moving, no matter how many skies have fallen and how many skies we've failed to save."

And I clung to his hands so something humane could exist within the chaos.

* * *

"1,012,112,018 deaths after 12 hours and rapidly rising," sighed Steve as the remaining Avengers gathered.

Despite the rest we each had, dark circles and worry lines were creased into each of our faces. We were all dealing with our own losses. None of us knowing quite exactly how to tackle this situation but knowing we had no choice, we were the only ones who truly know why the world was crumbling.

I sat at the glass table, my back moulding into the chair as I tried not to move, my broken ribs still not having started to crack back into place.

"We have to make some sort of announcement to the world, we can't just sit here and do nothing. We owe it to everyone who lost someone," Nat said, leaning against the table, her eyes dark.

"I agree...I need to go to Olympus and when I do, perhaps I can meet with the President of Greece, explain things, I mean, it's the very least we can do," I said quietly, my mind flitting to who could have been lost during the Snap in the village.

"I can make that happen," said Rhodey. "I'll make some phone calls today, organise a broadcast."

"What do we do about Tony?" asked Nat.

"I mean, I could search satellites but he could be literally anywhere, we have no idea where he could have ended up after getting on that Ship," Bruce said, shrugging his shoulders.

"And Thanos? He couldn't have just disappeared," Thor said, gritting his teeth.

"I can check for any energy signatures, making that portal couldn't have been the last time he used the Stones," said Rocket.

Steve nodded his head and rubbed his hand over his face. "We can still make this right...we can still find him, use the Stones to get everyone back."

But something told me that it wasn't going to be as easy as that, getting everyone back wasn't exactly probable.