MePersonally
To stay alive you've got to kill your mind.
On Titan
Tony
"Good, I wasn't entirely sure about that", he mumbled and finally thought that he had figured it out. The blue parts seemed to be skin and the rest was metal. A very interesting way of transfering a personality into a machine. Just give it a few living parts and it gets a personality. He didn't even know for sure, but judging by the way that creature walked and talked, it had to be a woman. So he just decided that he would give her female pronouns until she suggested otherwise.
"I'm Tony", he said, even though he was sure that she didn't care. But they were in this together so there was no other way out than doing this together. But she was right, she was his ticket to earth. And he wouldn't let that go...
"So how do we get back? I mean, you have a ship hidden somewhere? Because we kind of destroyed the donut when we got here...", Tony tried to keep up a conversation. He had never been so close to such a fascinating fusion of technology and body. And strangely enough, he felt safe around her. Maybe it was because she wasn't human, because she looked like something artificial. Tony had always felt more connected to machines than to humans... A machine didn't let you down.
She didn't talk much on their way to the ship. She just lead the way and Tony followed with the strength he had left. He needed some water, otherwise he would pass out soon. He could feel his mouth dry out more and more and breathing was uncomfortable. So much dust from the fight... He didn't even want to think about the possibility that that dust could be the ashes of more people. He just couldn't take this right now. His hands clung onto the can where he had stored Peter's ashes and his knuckles turned white. He took a deep breath, but again, nothing came. No familiar heartbeat in his ears, no shivering and sweating, no anxiety attack. Just numbness and vacuum. It seemed like he was cured. Strangely enough, he was almost sure that Pepper and his children were gone. Thanos wouldn't risk anyone come and look for him. He wouldn't leave his children alive. That kind of guy slayed his enemies until there was nothing left of their heritage. He had wiped out whole populations. So why would he leave his family alive?
It took them about an hour to get to the ship, but the way Tony percieved it, it was half an eternity. He could see the ship already, when something inside him just snapped and let go. He stumbled and fell to his knees, panting with pain and uncontrollable thirst. This was worse than Afghanistan, worse than the desert. He had known that he would get back home after the desert. He had known that there had been someone waiting for him. Pepper... It was his fault that they were all dead. He had failed them.
On Earth
Clint He was feeling sorry for his son because Cooper had just sat through an approximate hour of a lecture on why he shouldn't pick the locks of things where he wasn't allowed in. There was a good reason why they locked the bow away, a good reason why the weapons in that closet were only reachable for Laura and Clint. But Clint had promised Cooper that he would teach him and help him become the archer and fighter he wanted to be. Because, hell, why wouldn't he? Deep down, he was very proud of the fact that his son wanted to be like him... But he couldn't show that, he couldn't say that with Cooper around or the boy might get the wrong idea. Just because his Dad was proud, didn't mean he was allowed to behave like a little piece of something and get himself in danger. Laura had to go through enough when Clint was on his missions, he didn't want her to be even more scared because of Cooper. He didn't want her to feel like she had lost both, her husband and her son. So Clint had stayed quiet about his feelings and had just watched his son being lectured, before Cooper had given off an annoyed grumble and had headed to his room. Clint was holding Nate in his arms, while he walked up and down the room.
"You know what, Nate", he mumbled and looked at Laura, who was cleaning the table, "I think this whole shooting thing got to your bro..."
Clint heard the scream as well and it was in exactly that moment that the newsflash reported that the alien ships had left Earth. They had just left... That wasn't good.
"Lila?!", he asked, worried, as Laura sprinted upstairs. Clint went after her and watched her fall down in pieces. He stopped, pressing the baby onto his chest, so he wouldn't see what was going on. Until that tiny human being, his son turned to dust, too.
"No...", he whispered and knelt down next to his family. He was waiting for it to happen, but nothing happened. He stayed, they were gone.
"No, please... Not like that, come on!!", he shouted out in pain, as tears shot out of his eyes like a river breaking the dam, "Not them! It should have been me! It should have been..."
He curled into a ball and lay beside his family, tears spilling all over what was left of them.
"...while people are turning to ashes all over New York as I'm speaking. No one knows who's next. Have the Avengers failed us? Is this the end of the world?"
He should have turned that stupid tv off, when he had headed upstairs. He couldn't take this, the thought that they were gone forever. There had to be a way. There was always a way. He refused to let this be the end. But first, first he had to find the others. And then he would go after whoever had caused this and demand his family back. Clint got up and gathered his stuff. His bow, his arrows, his gun. But instead of his archer vest, he put on a black hoodie and black trousers. He picked up Cooper's school bag, poured all the stuff out and filled it with memories. A few drawings from his oldest, Lila's favorite doll and Nathaniel's rumper, with the "my Dad is a superhero"- label. His box with the fake passports and credit cards to his various SHIELD accounts went into the backpack, too, as well as ammo and a knife. You never knew when you needed one. With wet eyes, he kissed his wedding ring and then took Laura's favorite necklace, the one with the heart and the arrow.
He put it around his neck, before he left for the shed. He gathered all the fuel he could find and spread it around the house. If they were all hone, what did he need this house for? It was only a memory of what he had lost. When he threw the pack of matches, he had to turn away so his tears wouldn't extinguish the small flame that was dancing on them. He didn't look back once, when he walked down the path to where he had hidden the quinjet. He knew that one day he would need it.
"Where is the rest of the team?", he asked the AI after giving it time to start. He didn't engage in any of the casual smalltalk that Tony had programmed into the system and just waited for the location to be shown. In the middle of nowhere, somewhere in Africa. He would go there to pick them up, so they could give him the information he needed. In addition to that, he would make sure Natasha, Wanda and Pietro would come home safely. If he couldn't protect his family, he had to protect what was left of them. He just hoped that they weren't all dust, too.
Clint started the engines and flew off, anger and pain making it nearly impossible to breathe. But he stood up to it. He had to... For the sake of his family. This wasn't over.
Tony's House
"I am very sorry, Pepper", FRIDAY answered her question, alomst sounding concerned, "The only thing I can tell you is that when I lost connection, his heart rate was agitated, but his vitals were stable. Peter Parker is with him, too. He didn't let go as he was supposed to do."
In visible distress, Dum-E went to bring Pepper some tea, but poured it all over the couch. He rushed away to get a new cup. One thing that Tony had always told him had apparently stuck with him. Tea when Ms Potts is worried or sad and coacoa for late night sessions and contemplating nightmares.
"It appears that Tony is MIA. But I can tell you where the other Avengers are, if you should need some support locating him."
Andy
He was overthinking, like so many times before Steve had left. Since their last cuddling session they were officially dating, well, only the two of them knew but still... It was some sort of progress and Andy very much appreciated that. He was happy that Steve was willing to move forward, because that meant that he was doing it right. Damn, he had never been in live with a closeted man. He didn’t even know how that worked. He had basically been out for all his life, he had never even thought about dating a girl or looking after them. He had always been sure that he wanted to be married to a guy, no matter what. So this had never been a thing to him. But apparently, Steve was deep in the closet or bisexual, but still deep in the closet. But what would he care, he loved that guy. It was like a damn addiction running through his veins and he needed to see him.
But right now, there were other things to worry about. Aliens invading earth, Tony Stark going missing, Steve just running off without a text, a call, anything. Then suddenly people vanishing. Andy took on an extra shift to help with the chaos it had caused. Car crashes, injured pedestrians, kids who had fallen from heights because their parents had disappeared. It was a mess and he just hoped that Steve would come home safe... And would be able to explain this. Maybe it was all part of the plan, but maybe, maybe the news reporters were right and they had lost the fight. Maybe this was the end of the world, the end of the Avengers. But maybe this was just temporary. Probably. They were the Avengers after all. A bunch of superheroes who could fix everything.
Covered in dirt and blood, Andy had finally found his way home after a long shift and was now sitting on the couch, only his boxers on. He had taken a shower and smelt like Playboy- New York, his favorite shower gel. He just loved the smell of it and it made him feel sexy.
Turning the TV on was no use, as they all still treated the news from two days ago the most current news. While some "insiders" tried to analyze what had happened to the Avengers, Andy was waiting for Steve to come home. A text, a call, anything that showed him that his boyfriend was still alive. He hated to sit and do nothing. That was why he took the phone into his hands and called Steve's phone. Once, twice, thrice... No answer. He was probably busy fighting, or flying home. Or whatever. But he needed to make sure Steve was okay. He needed to make sure he was safe.
"Hey, it's me again", he spoke to the voicemail, "I know it's the third time but please just tell me if you're okay. Come back home, babe. I miss you..."
Silence. Then he put down the phone and picked out his guitar to pass some time.
Pietro
He had searched every inch of the forest, but she was gone. Wanda was gone, probably dust, like all the others. And it hurt, it hurt so much he couldn't breathe. He sat down on the floor and tried to get some air into his lungs, but all he did was make it worse. Damn, damn shit. Someone was calling for them to come, to bring the injured with them. And that was what he did. He just took that plastic robot, which had been Wanda's boyfriend, and dropped him in front of Steve, like a stone he had been carrying. The weight bothered him and he was angry. He was so DAMN ANGRY. He wanted to punch someone, to kill Thanos. He wanted him to pay for what he had done. And he needed to get his sister back. But first, he didn't need their mercy. He didn't want to see them, so he sped away again. No one apart from Wanda should talk to him. He hated the world and he wanted his sister back. Crying, he started hitting a tree with his fists until they bled. then he sat down, exhausted. So alone.... No one could help him. He was lost.