Steve
Steve looked up and nodded slowly. “It’s getting easier to eat again,” he said quietly. “Not everything tastes like ash anymore.” HE dropped his gaze to his hand. “I… I don’t know how much Peter has told you but… when Thanos did… what he did… we lost… a lot. Bucky, T’Challa, Wanda, Vision, Sam… found out from That the list also included Peter and someone he’d only recently met that was fighting for us named Stephen Strange. Some kind of… sorcerer or something. I don’t know. We still have yet to hear from Clint or Scott. Fury’s gone, too.” He began to shake a bit as he spoke and he swallowed hard.
“We don’t know how to fix what Thanos did; or if we even can. Bruce and Tony are working to find Scott Lang and Hank Pym to see if there’s something they can do through… whatever it is they do. I don’t know. I still don’t understand it all. Meanwhile, the rest of us… what’s left of us… have gone home to try and… recover… get ready for the next fight when it comes.”
Peter leaned over to press a kiss to Steve’s head, closing his eyes as he listened.
Derek moved to sit at the chair situated by the desk. “He told us enough to appease everyone else.” he began, listening and watching his alpha as Steve spoke. This wasn’t easy on Steve or Peter, and the wolf tried to remember that as he nodded a little.
“I heard from Clint. He and the kids are safe.” Stiles said softly. “I’m just trying to figure out why everywhere else was hit so hard…and then we only lost Theo.”
“We lost people who meant more to us than that chimera bastard.” Peter growled low, pain in his words.
“I know that, Peter, don’t growl at me.” Stiles huffed. “I mean in the moment, as it happened, the only one we lost that was here was Theo.” He looked down, thinking. “Maybe I can find something in the records.”
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