Wakanda

Tomura eyed the familiar man standing across from him, a grin tugging at his lips. "Captain, you got here late" 

Steve Roger's nodded, his eyes overlooking Wanda and Vision, both of them only sustained minor injuries. "I'm sorry" he said with a nod towards the couple, his eyes switched to Tomura. "Good to see you Tomura" he said, almost warily.

Tomura knew why, the last time they had seen each other he had watched Tomura storm off and destroy a military base. "You too, Cap" he said genuinely.

Steve turned back to the main group, he nodded towards the large black Quinjet "Come on, let's get going" he said calmly.

Tomura eyed the male aliens bloody, impaled by a spear of Wanda's red, searing magic. 

Tomura followed onto the ship. "Nomu, you wanna come in or you gonna fly on your own?" He asked. 

Nomu simply disappeared into the night sky in a blur, Tomura shrugged, he heard the group of Avengers talking, he didn't exactly want to intrude so he sat down.

Resting his head back against the cold metal, his thoughts wandered until a voice interrupted him. 

"Tomura" a familiar voice, he opened his red eyes which quickly focused on the now blonde Natasha.

"Natalie" he said curiously, he watched her take a seat opposite him "You're uh, blonde now?" He questioned. 

She tilted her head slightly "Yeah, I saw your hair and got jealous" she half joked.

Tomura snorted and shook his head, he didn't find that funny at all "My hair is much better, all natural too"

Natasha hummed "I remember it being abit uh, grey when we met" she said, a smirk forming on her face.

Tomura nodded, that was a bad time, his eyes meeting with Natasha's green ones, he remembered when they first met, the betrayal that followed stung so much more because of it.

A few awkward silent seconds passed, the jet taking off steadily into the skies of Scotland, he closed his eyes once more and tilted his head back.

"You still crazy?" She asked, making his eyes open quickly, he stared at their smirking form in surprise. Not many mentioned his…unstable past.

"I've settled down," he said, appreciating her blunt approach. "Have a girlfriend and everything now" 

She hummed "That's good"

"You still luring young vulnerable teenage boys at the gym into your car?" He asked loudly, his eyes wide and innocent.

The previous quiet conversation between the other occupants of the jet pausing in shock, the jet suddenly completely silent. 

"No" Her voice was filled with disbelief "I have a van now" Sam looking back with an indecipherable emotion on his face.

—-

Eventually they got back to New York, they only stayed for 20 something minutes before suddenly rocketing off towards Wakanda.

Does he know why? Absolutely not, he would have preferred to be with Jean, gathering the mutants but he was here, trailing after half of the avengers.

But as Strange told him, he needed to follow his instincts, and his instincts were telling him to stick to the avengers like glue.

They always seemed to find themselves in the middle of some earth ending event, and even with half the universe on the line Tomura liked their odds of finding trouble.

—-

Eventually they arrived at Wakanda, Tomura stayed back, he had a bad track record with kings. A lot of time he accidentally insults them, or…or in a few cases purposely kills them.

Either way, he stayed back, his mind focused on the fight to come.

Half of the universe was at stake here, the image of Jean's face playing through his mind.

Logan's grizzled face followed soon after.

His fists clenched, he would not allow it.

No matter how strong this alien was, he would not simply stand by.

—-

Tomura stayed in that cold jet for hours, his head between his knees as he thought.

He made battle plans in his head even though he had no clue who his adversary was, he had no clue what his abilities were.

The sudden sound of explosions made him perk his head, he was gonna be late.

He stood, quickly walking over to the door of the jet, throwing it open and blinking in surprise.

Hundreds, no thousands of ships all floated above the technological marvel that is Wakanda a light transparent blue barrier protecting the city from the sudden unloading of hundreds of explosions.

The ground shook beneath his feet, his eyes quickly focused on a large plain below.

Thousands of Wakandan men and women stood, weapons in hand ready to defend their home. 

At the base of the large blue barrier were thousands of tiger sized aliens, they had four legs and were mercilessly clawing and trying to tear through the barrier.

"Tomura" a familiar voice rang through his ear, a communication device they had given him earlier.

"Any chance you could open a small part of the barrier?" Tomura asked, getting straight to the point.

A few seconds passed, the explosions were ear shatteringly loud. 

"Yeah, we're doing it now, you wanna get down here?" Captain America's voice rang through his ears, Tomura snorted.

With a single, calculated hop, Tomura Shigaraki was hurled through the air, crashing into the ground with a resounding thud. 

A breach in the barrier yawned wide, and a swarm of alien creatures poured toward Wakanda. 

Tomura descended slowly to a knee, his movements deliberate and almost serene. He gently lowered his palm to the grass beneath him, his touch barely a whisper against the world. 

Then, in an instant, the world shattered. His decay power erupted, an unstoppable wave of destruction that swept through the grass, turning it to ash in moments.

The alien horde disintegrated in the blink of an eye. The chaotic explosions above abruptly stopped, their commander stunned into silence by the sheer force of Tomura's devastation.

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I'm so sorry about the writing quality rn, I'm bored to death of rewriting infinity war, I'm just waiting for Thanos to show up so i can let loose with the writing