The aftermath of the battle leaves the Avengers Compound utterly destroyed, all the belongings gone. All that remains are ashes and debris of the expansive land, the trees, lake, any and all town buildings beyond decimated.

The air is oppressive, at the Tower. With Tony in a coma from the Snap, Morgan and Pepper standing vigilant at his bedside, and Clint mourning Natasha, that leaves Steve, Bruce, Bucky and Sam to try and get the world back in order. The crime rates are high, homelessness is at its peak, unemployment rates soaring, and education in a crisis. There's constant paperwork and phone calls to several governments everyday, exhausting the four of them. Peter is trying his best as Spider-Man to help the neighborhoods with May, not stopping for a second.

Thats where you come in. You sit in a conference room, with several other new or old Avengers scattered around the table. Bruce, Sam, Steve, and Bucky are at the helm of the table, looking utterly exhausted and weary from the stress.

Steve: "Alright, I know some of you have had experience before, some of you don't, but we need your help. The world is hectic and there's only so much the four of us can do." He says, his hand rubbing at his wrinkled face, heavily sighing. When can he get a break?