The Avengers have fallen, or nearly fallen many times. But so long as there's one, they have persevered. And more often than any other, the last man standing, or the single voice to rally them has been a Rogers.
Much as the gods and titans have endless spans, somehow, his father has made an impression to last the ages on immortals. And now, even in the fever dreams of one of these, it falls to a Rogers again.
Whether her mind in her sleep finds another who can offer some comfort, whether he's a part of this dream, or what the case is, there is one, and only one Avenger left.
Two smoke bombs fly from nowhere at the Mad Titan, and the cry goes up.
"AVENGERS ASSEMBLE!"
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