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Tony tilted his head toward the cabin. “She’s asleep?”

Tony didn’t look triumphant. He looked tired. But he was here . avengers-endgame

A low hum built behind the treeline. Not thunder. Not a quinjet. It was deeper—like the planet itself groaning. The sky split. Not the snap. Something else. Orange and raw, spinning open like a wound reversing. Tony tilted his head toward the cabin

From the rift came a figure, armored and glowing faintly, dragging a hammer that sparked with old storm-light. Thor looked thinner, his eyes clearer than they’d been in five years. Behind him, a raccoon with a blaster the size of his arm. Then a woman in red, feet barely touching the ground. And a man in a red-and-gold suit that Clint would know anywhere. But he was here

“Yeah. For another hour, maybe.”