Thor lives on in Valhalla; even gods' lives need to end. He clasps hands with old comrades and toasts something new every hour. And Loki stands beside him, and everything is well. On earth people hail the thunder 'Thor' and don't remember why.

'Bruce Banner!' People whisper and it's not law enforcement agents. It's a college student whispering an answer to another. For cosmetic fame is fleeting, but the scientists are strong willed and have long memories. Bioengineering has a new name and only children think the Hulk is real. A hoax their parents dreamt up, and nothing more

Mr. Johnson walks his fields, surveying the crops and livestock. The little barn and house silhouetted against golden grain. He sighs and goes inside and never wonders why there is an eagle carved into the mantelpiece or where all those arrowheads keep coming from.

Tony Stark never dies. His legacy lives on and Iron Man still flies in parties and parades. Innovators say his name with jealous snark and SHIELD still shakes it head at what became of the man unauthorized for the Avengers Initiative. For now he can rest, in a little patch of soil, Pepper Potts lying next to him.

Captain America is toasted right alongside Iron Man but Steve Rogers lives quietly on in a worn, old photo album in the cupboard of a small house in Brooklyn. his family flips through it from time to time and smiles at distant Uncle Steve lifting Auntie Peggy over his head.

Natasha Romanoff lies peacefully in a small patch of soil in a line of three tombstones. Laura Barton, Clint Barton, and Natasha Romanoff laid to rest forever, surrounded by friends. Agent Romanoff holds a dozen records in SHIELD no one shall ever break and the Black Widow dies in oblivion, fading from memory and regale as she'd have it be. All that wretched red washed away.