Who: Sam Wilson and Pepper Potts What: Sam's arrival and massive confusion When: Early Evening Rating/Warnings: will update as necessary
This was not how Sam imagined it all ending. They fought like hell and still couldn't get the upper hand against that ugly grape bastard. It really sucked that it took something like this to get the team back together, or what passed for the team being back together, after the mess with the Accords. The fact that they were losing made it suck even more. It took a moment for him to realize what was happening, but it seemed like as soon as he did, it happened in the blink of an eye. One minute, he was there and solid and alive and the next, he was turning into dust.
Sam's next moment of awareness found him standing in the middle of a familiar room though it took him longer than he cared to admit to place it. Why did the afterlife look like a room in Stark Tower? "Uh... hello?" he called, uncertain what was going on and unsure what he was supposed to do right now. If he was dead, why was he here? And if he wasn't dead, how? And why? And still why was he here?
On rare occasions, he wished that he hadn't been home when Steve and Natasha ended up on his doorstop. His life had been just fine before he'd gotten caught up in all of this shit. Deep down, he knew that he wouldn't trade it for anything though.