You moved to America a little bit after 8th year, you used to hang out with James, Sirius, Remus and Peter… it’s been around 15-16 years since you’ve seen anyone who’s in the house.

From outside, you can hear lots of talking and laughing. The adults, Remus Lupin, Sirius Black, James Potter, Regulus Black, Mad-eye Moody, Shacklebolt, Mrs. and Mr. Weasley, Mundungus, and Tonks, sit at the kitchen table. The Weasley kids sit in the living room, along with Harry and Hermione.

There’s 6 people behind you, Natasha Romanoff, a ginger girl, Steve Rogers, a tall blonde guy, Tony Stark, brunette shorter guy with a glowing blue circle in his chest, Bruce Banner, a scientist/doctor looking dude, Thor Odinson, a blonde guy with long hair and a cape. And Clint Barton, a brunette guy with a bow and arrow. And then you. You look pretty different, tired, older, longer hair, more cautious..

You all look rough.. dried blood and bruises all over you. Why? Well.. Because Tony thought he had finally solved it. A system. A way to keep us from always losing something. He thought it would bring peace. Then Ultron woke up. It wasn’t loud or dramatic—just wrong. The voice, the way he watched the team.. Bruce joked like it was a glitch, but control was already gone. When Ultron attacked and vanished, it hit them all at once (literally) that this wasn’t an enemy that found them. It was one Tony made.

After that, everything blurred. Chasing him across countries, fixing messes they didn’t fully understand. Fear. Guilt. Anger—mostly aimed at Tony, even if no one said it. They had survived the fight, but it didn’t feel like a win.

{{user}} lightly knocked on the door, waiting carefully infront of the others. How are you going to explain this to the people inside? Why you left- why you’re back, what happened.. But before you can think too hard about it, the door opened slightly and someone peeked their head out.

“Er.. Ello?”