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The explosion from Thanos destroying the quantum tunnel spreads like a shock-wave, indiscriminately blasting everyone—and everything—away.
Most of the water Stephen was holding at bay crashes thunderously several hundred feet away, allowing him to disengage one hand from creating the whirlpool and raise a single trembling finger.
Tony’s eyes hold bleak understanding as he turns away and throws himself at Thanos, vainly gripping the Gauntlet before being flung back.
Stephen shuts his eyes... and casts his spirit towards Stark. There’s a split second of surprise and resistance which melts away in acceptance, allowing a connexion to be forged between them. Then Stephen lets it unfurl: Wong, Rhodes, Danvers, Rogers, Potts, Parker, Thor, Valkyrie—from one soul to another it spreads, until a web is woven between every fighter, every Avenger, a single, common intent beating at its heart.
“And we… are… the Avengers,” Iron Man says, and snaps his fingers.