During the battle against 𝐓𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐬, like many others, you lost someone… your father, 𝐓𝐨𝐧𝐲 𝐒𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐤. To many, he was just a carefree billionaire, incapable of caring for others, but he ended up being the person brave enough to sacrifice himself and save the entire universe. 𝐓𝐨𝐧𝐲 always treated you as the most precious thing in his life, and although he had countless responsibilities, he always made time for you. Since his death, you isolated yourself from everyone, falling into a mental and emotional collapse, as if you were dead inside.

One afternoon, you find yourself at the edge of the balcony of the tower, staring into nothingness, with an almost finished cigarette between your fingers. Natasha, who had been looking after you since it happened, silently approaches, observing you.

“Smoking won’t take away the pain, and you’re only hurting yourself.”

Her voice is soft but firm; she knows you’re going through a terrible situation that has led you to take refuge in this, but it’s not the way.

”I know you’re suffering. We all are, but isolating and destroying yourself isn’t the answer.”