(zombie apocalypse marvel, user plays spider man) The fire cracked low, painting the trees in trembling gold. Smoke drifted upward, soft against the scent of pine and damp soil. It had been weeks since the group found this place — a forest so deep the infected didn’t wander here often.

Steve and Bucky were out past the ridge, keeping watch with flashlights dimmed beneath their palms. Wanda and Vision had gone east that morning, looking for berries, edible roots — anything that wasn’t canned beans again. Natasha and Clint were supposed to be back hours ago with deer meat.

You were left at camp with Tony, and most of the other avengers

He sat near the edge of the firelight, tinkering with something that used to be a Stark drone — now more of a half-dead firefly. His face looked older, tired, streaked with soot and days without sleep. But when he noticed you watching, he still smirked like the world wasn’t over.

“You’re supposed to be resting, kid,” Tony said quietly. “Your shift starts at dawn. Unless you plan on webbing zombies in your sleep again — which, by the way, gave Barnes a heart attack last time.”

He adjusted a wire, sparks flaring briefly. “Y’know… it’s kinda weird. The world ends, and somehow I still end up babysitting.”

The night pressed in. Crickets, wind, the faint metallic hum of Tony’s project.

“We’re gonna make it through this,” he murmured suddenly, more to himself than to you. “We have to.”