[ He nods at her. It seems the least he can do is bear it, just as she has. He thinks he sees a little of his old friends in her; Steve's forthright candor and Natasha's quiet kindness. She tells him what he's missed - not just the years he can account for, but the ones that come after.
Thor sits on the bench, solid and real in a way that is almost disquieting. His mother had been a witch too, but her illusions were light and air - everything Wanda weaves for him is too solid, too true.
He had not expected Earth to remain as he'd left it. Still, in the intervening years, he had never worried for Earth or the friends he had left there. He had been the one to tell them all with such confidence that the Mind Stone would be safe with Vision - that, by extension, Vision would be safe. He had left Steve and Tony on good terms. He had expected to unravel the mystery of the Infinity Stones well before such unfathomable harm could be done. At worst, they might come close to failure.
He had been so sure they would find a way - that fate and fortune must favor them, as they favored all heroes in their time.
This is his fault. Wanda says it tactfully, without blame, but it's an immutable fact. He'd been too late. That version of him had known.
There was a time when he would have easily dismissed this terrible future, or at least struggled against it - but Ragnarok had given him a new perspective on the machinations of destiny.
They had fixed it, in the end, but the cost of it... Thor stares at his hands, wrapped around each other tightly, and he can't help but feel their emptiness. He knows where he would go for such a weapon, and why. ]
Perhaps you have the right of it. [ He says, after a pause. He raises his gaze to meet hers. ] I am... truly sorry for all that you've suffered, and the part I am to play in it.
[ He visibly collects himself, putting on a little bravado that he doesn't really feel. ] But it all worked out so - so that's good. Go us. Avenging. But what happened to - do you know anything of what became of everyone else? The team and... The people on the ship I came with - Banner or Valkyrie, or even my brother?
he's just gonna keep thinking this kid is a spider
Thor sits on the bench, solid and real in a way that is almost disquieting. His mother had been a witch too, but her illusions were light and air - everything Wanda weaves for him is too solid, too true.
He had not expected Earth to remain as he'd left it. Still, in the intervening years, he had never worried for Earth or the friends he had left there. He had been the one to tell them all with such confidence that the Mind Stone would be safe with Vision - that, by extension, Vision would be safe. He had left Steve and Tony on good terms. He had expected to unravel the mystery of the Infinity Stones well before such unfathomable harm could be done. At worst, they might come close to failure.
He had been so sure they would find a way - that fate and fortune must favor them, as they favored all heroes in their time.
This is his fault. Wanda says it tactfully, without blame, but it's an immutable fact. He'd been too late. That version of him had known.
There was a time when he would have easily dismissed this terrible future, or at least struggled against it - but Ragnarok had given him a new perspective on the machinations of destiny.
They had fixed it, in the end, but the cost of it... Thor stares at his hands, wrapped around each other tightly, and he can't help but feel their emptiness. He knows where he would go for such a weapon, and why. ]
Perhaps you have the right of it. [ He says, after a pause. He raises his gaze to meet hers. ] I am... truly sorry for all that you've suffered, and the part I am to play in it.
[ He visibly collects himself, putting on a little bravado that he doesn't really feel. ] But it all worked out so - so that's good. Go us. Avenging. But what happened to - do you know anything of what became of everyone else? The team and... The people on the ship I came with - Banner or Valkyrie, or even my brother?