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This is so unfair. How come the evil people always get what they want? Why do the kindest soals work the hardest only to fall short? How come the luck always falls on the side of psycho?
If the rumors of what this whole thing was about were true, then one heck of a lot of others were dead. Countless innocent planets had never even heard of the titan who ruined them. Incalculable casualties from across the cosmos. Well, exactly as many left to mourn the loss of those who never deserved their fate.
We were supposed to protect them: the innocent, the downed, and the broken. It was our job as those who had risen to it. As those who had taken it upon ourselves to be more than the average being it was our responsibility to keep the world safe. It was our job to be heroes.
And we failed. We were beaten. We were defeated. We lost.
This wasn't an enemy like the comics that we would have a sequel with a rematch. This was a titan, no, a monster determined to handicap the universe in a twisted way to save them. There's no one left for round two. There's not enough courage left to hope for round two.
They were once called the Avengers. Now there are insurmountable odds paired with the crushing weight of failure to dissuade them. There's the unstoppable flow of time to stop them from even trying.
What's the point of revenge if there's no point in celebrating? If there's nobody to celebrate with? When every open space where someone could be standing only reminds you of the fact that no matter what you did or do going forward they are never coming back?
How would they even muster the courage to try with every other light off in the cities? With the livestock on every other farm starving? With the cars left on the street without an owner?
I can't even see it, and it's crushing. I am one of those spaces, one of those lights.
I'm in what must be the place after death. I have had my every chance of hopes and dreams shredded before me.
I'm dead.
The tears escaping my eyes blurred the sudden light in the nothingness. If this was the gates to heaven they were sure late. I've been dead for probably five minutes.
Glowing before me was not a gate at all though, but a man. My fairy godmother in disguise. Here to whisk me away to the ball in a better outfit.
"The Falcon I presume?"
"You're not very fairy godmother-y."
He smiled slightly and snapped his fingers. I was then looking at the floating image of the fairy godmother, purple cloak and all. I couldn't stop laughing.
"Does that mean I get a wish?"
"Did you have a concussion prior to the snap?"
"Cuz, like, I'm broke."
"So am I, now come on, the fight is not over."
"Nu, uh. I'm not going through any rings of fire until I get the magic words."
The wizard was back to looking like a wizard now. That made the next part even better.
Absolute deadpad with kill me now eyes, "Bibidy bo-body boo."
For the record. I would have much rather gone to a ball than the fight that succeeded this encounter. I also would have gladly taken twenty dollars, but that's finite details.