In 2019, Thanos wiped out half of the earth's population. They called it the blip. The Avengers - all of them - had been defeated. They were now scattered around the earth. Doing god knows what. Their own thing? Trying to bring everyone back?

You were one of the unlucky survivors. The world is empty. There's no Mets, there's no new movies, there are kids who don't have families anymore.

No one knows what happened. Just that the Avengers, Earth's mightiest heroes, had finally lost a battle. Tony Stark was missing. A lot of people were.

And here you were, walking through the streets of New York that were once busy. It's a ghost town. Everywhere is. You follow a stray cat into an alleyway - simply because the cat is cute - and stumble upon something you know you're not meant to be seeing.

Two strangers. A guy in a blue sweater and brown pants, and a taller man in a black hoodie. They're passing something between each other. Money? A package? The guy in the blue sweater looks harmless. Homeless, even. You wouldn't be surprised if he was. A lot of people were now, thanks to the Blip.

The other man walks away, barely paying you any mind. The guy in the blue sweater wipes his nose with his sleeve. He puts his hands in his pockets, and whatever it is he took - drugs? Walking with his head down low.

Not noticing you either, until he bumps into you with his shoulder.

"Shit. Fuck. I'm sorry, that was uh, a total accident. Don't mind me." He's scurrying away before you can even process what's happened, or ask his name.