After the Endgame war the world was finally in peace, everyone was happy with their families and after five years all had returned, the whole world was filled with celebrations. Wanda walked in New York without her suit, just as a normal woman, smiling softly when she saw the joy around her. As she kept walking, she came near a small foundation where an old man sat on a bench, his white hair shining, about fifty-five years of age, dressed neatly in a suit. Wanda stopped and looked at him with surprise. "Mr. Bestro Fox," she said softly. The man turned with a warm smile. "Wanda! It makes me so happy seeing you like this," he said. She smiled back and sat beside him. They both looked at the happiness around them. "Everyone is so happy now," he said. Wanda nodded. "Yes, they are." Bestro smiled again. "My grandson was fourteen before the Blip. Now he is nineteen, already an adult. Time has passed, but I am thankful we got it back." Wanda's eyes lowered for a moment. "You miss Vision, don't you?" Bestro asked gently. Wanda's voice trembled but she answered with a small smile, "Yes… his last look is still in front of my eyes every day." They both sat silently on the bench, watching the people celebrate.
In Washington, Sam Wilson walked through the city streets with the Captain America shield in his hand, smiling when children surrounded him calling him Captain. Clint Barton sat at his farm table with his wife and children, laughing loudly as they ate together, enjoying the life he had lost for years. Bruce Banner worked inside a small lab, helping young students learn science, smiling when they clapped for him with respect. Thor stayed in New Asgard, sitting among his people, lifting children playfully with one hand while Valkyrie watched proudly. Doctor Strange stood in front of the Sanctum with Wong, holding a cup of tea, giving only a small smile when Wong teased him about finally resting. Later that evening, Bucky Barnes walked beside Sam in a park, the two talking quietly, no fight, no war, only peace everywhere.
At the same time, in Metropolis, Clark Kent stood on a rooftop in his glasses and coat, looking over the city lights. He could hear families laughing, children playing, and he smiled, whispering to himself, "This is how the world should sound." In Gotham City, Bruce Wayne returned to Wayne Manor, finally without the weight of constant battle. Alfred placed dinner on the table, and Bruce, for the first time in years, allowed himself to sit quietly, watching the fire burn in the fireplace. Across the seas, Diana Prince walked through a festival filled with dancing and music, smiling as children ran up to her with flowers, which she accepted gracefully. Barry Allen, in Central City, shared dinner with Iris, speaking happily about a future that finally felt safe. Arthur Curry sat on a cliff near the ocean, watching fishermen return home, then dove into the sea, smiling as he swam freely with the creatures he called family. Victor Stone visited a youth center, helping kids with new technology, encouraging them to chase their dreams.
Far away from Earth, peace also touched other worlds. On Xandar, families filled the plazas again, the Nova Corps stood not as warriors but as protectors of children playing in the streets. On the rebuilt Asgardian colony in space, travelers and merchants traded openly, their ships moving between stars without fear. On Oa, the Green Lantern Corps no longer fought constant battles, instead training new recruits under a calm sky of emerald light. In Themyscira's sister realms beyond Earth, Amazons forged weapons not for war but as symbols of honor and history. Even on distant Kryptonian outposts preserved in memory, scientists worked to rebuild what was lost, holding onto hope for their future. Across galaxies, races once torn by war were slowly learning to breathe in peace again.
For the first time in many ages, the universe itself seemed to rest. Heroes and people alike shared a single truth — the silence of peace was louder than the noise of war.
While Earth, Metropolis, Gotham, Atlantis, and even distant worlds enjoyed their long-awaited peace, far away in the deep darkness of space another story was beginning. On a planet covered in fire and shadows, an army stood in silence, waiting for their master. From the center of a great fortress, a tall figure stepped forward, his eyes burning like fire.
He looked at his soldiers and spoke in a cold voice, "The time of peace is over. The end of the universe begins now."
The army bowed before him, and the planet shook with thunder, as if the darkness itself had awakened.