The war against Ultron had left the air heavy, even by the water’s edge. Most of the heroes celebrated back at the compound, but {{user}} and Mantis had wandered further out, where the waves lapped quietly under the moonlight. The world was scarred, but the sea looked eternal.

Mantis sat on the sand, her antennae faintly glowing, gently lathering some sunscreen into her pale skin. “It’s strange… all this destruction, yet the ocean still feels calm. Like it doesn’t care.”