In Tony's eyes, the funeral was no longer painted only in black and white.
As people's gazes gradually turned toward him, the feeling of being trapped in hell shattered with a crash.
Morgan charged over like a tiny cannonball.
She tightly hugged his solidified leg.
That real touch, and the ecstatic joy of having her back,
were like sunlight instantly driving away all the coldness and despair in Tony's heart.
"I'm back..."
he said softly, his very soul trembling.
Steve Rogers' frozen nightmare abruptly shattered.
He heard Bucky roaring his name as he fought desperately amid the enemy ranks.
He saw Sam dragging his broken wings as he struggled into the air once more.
The faith of all his comrades turned into streaks of golden light.
They gathered around him, shattering the icy prison of solitude.
"We are a team!"
The power of the collective warmed his faith.
Thor was caught in an endless fall when a familiar hand seized him.
He looked up and met Loki's sly yet concerned gaze.
"Don't screw it up this time, brother."
At the same time, images of countless surviving Asgardian citizens flooded into his mind.
They told him that his people remained, and hope had not been extinguished.
Within Natasha and Clint's intertwined nightmares,
they saw each other's figures, willing to risk everything to save the other.
That bond transcending life and death was no longer a painful shackle.
It became the strongest force to shatter the nightmare and redeem each other.
At the same time, they reached out to one another.
"Wake up!"
Su Ming's soul-shaking roar, containing all the power he had gathered,
was like thunder at the creation of the world.
It exploded within the consciousness cores of every connected person!
Crack!
The nightmare world shattered in response!
The bodies