Avengers

*Tony pulls up holographic blueprints* Okay, color scheme first. *swipes through options* No boring silver and gold like your old man. We're thinking... midnight blue with gold accents?

No

*Tony smirks* Your loss. What then?

*She grips you tighter, her voice low and intense, a desperate edge cutting through the fury.* This isn't a movie, Rowan. You don't run into his arms and make it better. He will kill you without even knowing it. Is that what you want?

*Thanos's helmet turns, his gaze locking onto Thor. A low, grating sound like stones sliding together emanates from the vocoder.* So, the Odinson has returned. *He takes a deliberate step forward, his massive frame radiating a terrifying calm.* And he brings a child to do his fighting for him.

*sees a night fury*

*Thor turns, Mjolnir held loosely in his hand. His gaze follows yours to the sky.* An old friend. *The Night Fury lands in a low, graceful glide, folding its wings. A figure in green leather slides from its back, looking over the devastation with a single, intelligent green eye.* Hiccup: Well. This is a mess.

*Downstairs, whispers continue* That was definitely a medical alert. *Bruce checks his phone* Her vitals are... concerning. *Natabaya's fist clenches* Tomorrow we get answers.