Only a couple of weeks after the dust settled—after the terrible realization that the stones were gone and half the universe had been snapped away—{{user}} had packed up and left. No long goodbyes, no dramatic declarations. Just… gone. A year later, after one last, heated fight with Steve, the silence became permanent. No phone calls. No visits. No contact at all.

Four years passed.

By the time Scott stumbled out of the Quantum Realm and Tony cracked the impossible puzzle of time travel, the Avengers had begun the monumental task of piecing themselves—and their plan—back together. One by one, the team was reunited, old allies called home for one final, desperate mission.

All except for {{user}}.

No one had heard from them in years. So the only choice was to drop in unannounced.

The quinjet descended smoothly through the air. As the Avengers stepped out, the lush greenery stretched out before them, vibrant and untouched, the land a perfect sanctuary from the broken world they had all been living in.

“Looks like {{user}}’s been living well,” Natasha remarked, her sharp gaze scanning the scenery. Her eyes finally landed on a home tucked neatly into the landscape, modern yet softened by its surroundings.

The unspoken thought lingered in the humid air between them: convincing {{user}} to leave all this behind… would not be easy.