Marvel Movie Before Endgame Novels & Stories

She had asked him to accompany her for movies before but he would always refuse. "Anyways, what movie are we watching?" Now that Callie had asked him, he realised that he had no idea what movie they were going to watch. All he knew was Katherine was joining them and he wanted to be around her. "Huh?" He looked around him for clues and found few movie posters, "Avengers: Endgame." "Ohh.. They would be here soon, let's get in. The movie is about to start." Callie said tugging at Ashton's hand.

Breaking apart like reality itself was malfunctioning. Then the screen flashed blood red. [CRITICAL ANOMALY DETECTED] [TIMELINE COLLAPSE ACCELERATING] [ESTIMATED ARRIVAL OF FIRST BLIZZARD: 12 DAYS.] The world inside my chest stopped. Twelve days. Twelve. Not thirty. Not enough time. Not nearly enough. “Nebula, what’s happening?!” I screamed internally. The spirit cat’s emerald eyes blazed inside my consciousness. "The Butterfly Effect!" Nebula hissed frantically. "Your interference is changing the world’s trajectory! The broken merger, Caleb’s involvement, the gala, the ring—everything is accelerating the collapse!"

That was more than enough. The End

At last, everything is over. The End

“Oh, I know. You had me watch that Miracle of Life video with you like we were in a middle-school sex ed class.” “You never watched the end.” I shake my head. “I don’t want to see someone give birth until after I have.” “That might be a good idea,” he laughs. The waitress comes to take our food order. When she leaves, silence falls over the table. I’m trying hard not to think about the fellowship, and I have a feeling Archer is too. But he’s right not to bring it up. We’re in paradise together with no responsibilities. The week will be over before we know it, and then it’s back to reality.

Kindly text me the address to the bookstore. I head to the kitchen with my phone in hand. I haven't shopped groceries so I can't make something to eat. I sigh, opening the fridge and bringing out a bottle of water—-even the fridge is empty. If I wasn't so tired from going to the movies last night with Miles, I would have gone grocery shopping. My phone beeps, and I drop the bottle on the kitchen island...grabbing my phone. How nice of you to call me handsome. I'm glad you remember our plans, and hey...I didn't disappear. I've just been really busy. You should blame our boss.

The cancer cells were devouring my life, and those drugs were accelerating the process. Later, I began sorting through my closet. Those expensive dresses, jewelry, and handbags would all belong to Yvonne soon. "You have 72 hours left," I whispered to my pale reflection in the mirror. "Kathleen, for these last three days, let them remember a perfect version of you." I knew the truth would come out eventually. Everything after my death had already been arranged, and the evidence I gathered would expose who Yvonne really was. I knew they would regret it all, but I would already be gone by then.

Before the first ending. "Abaddon." The universe went silent. And somewhere beyond reality, something smiled.

After leaving Sirelia, Stefano never recovered. Before long, the Calderone family fell apart completely. The once-mighty mafia empire crumbled, and its former glory became nothing more than a memory. Back at the estate, I laced my fingers through Niccolo's. Gabriele stood beside us, sunlight spilling across us. Niccolo held up the family portrait he'd just finished and bounced excitedly. "Mommy, let's go fly a kite by the beach!" I smiled and nodded, my eyes filled with unbridled joy.

Next, some liquid splashed down, and her bones shattered, then slowly dissolved into a puddle of water. The water evaporated under intense heat, leaving behind nothing but an empty and spotless surface. The video stopped. On the darkened screen, Jason saw his own bloodshot eyes staring back. “She... really left me with nothing...” His voice was a broken mix of laughter and tears. He sounded deranged, as though he had lost his mind. Eric, who was standing nearby, could not bear it anymore and stepped forward. “Mr. Fender...” The man with glasses spoke softly. “Our deepest condolences.”