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Staring out over the wastes of Titan, Nebula felt the weight of her failure slowly crush her. Thanos had escaped, presumably to wherever the last Infinity Stone awaited him, guarded by some desperate souls in a last-ditch effort to save the universe. It wouldn’t be enough. Dust swirled around her boots, the planet itself foreshadowing the utter devastation Thanos was about to wreak on the universe, all in the name of salvation. There was nothing more she could do, stuck on a dead planet with the idiots who called themselves the Guardians of the Galaxy and a number of other idiots in ridiculous costumes who called themselves the Aveng

He’d never been so confused. When it came down to it, Clara and he had always gotten along swimmingly. Until today, apparently. It couldn’t possibly be his fault. He’d hung over the console platform’s railings like an ungainly, overly excited monkey, cheerily greeting the sleep-mussed woman shuffling through one of the lower doors the same as he did every morning. For some peculiar reason, though, his faithful companion for his last few adventures hadn’t reacted with the usual sleepy smile or even a pleasant “good morning”. Instead, she’d given him a glare that had practically burned right th

So this is what cabin fever felt like. The rickety old bed creaked rather alarmingly as Dean shifted in place, trying to find a comfortable spot against the headboard. Two weeks, just two weeks crashing at Bobby’s place, and he didn’t think he could take much more of it. All this getting up and going to school and eating at a normal time and finishing his homework before Bobby tore him a new one was not as glamorous as it had first appeared. “Civilian” life was definitely overrated in some ways. But with Sam’s new situation, things had definitely needed to change. After the fateful encounter with that witch, D

Dean woke suddenly, eyes flickering open. Above him, the usual unfamiliar ceiling was barely visible in the darkness, lit only by the occasional pair of headlights as they glided across the cracked, white expanse. Blearily, the hunter rubbed at his face, turning slightly to glimpse the little alarm clock situated on the nightstand nearby. The glowing green numbers greeted him with uncalled-for cheer and he groaned quietly, wondering just what had woken him up at such an ungodly hour. His back twinged unforgivingly as he shifted on the crappy mattress, reminding him of the beating he’d taken not four hours prior. Regrettably, Ibuprofen