Feige and Russos, I hate you

Two days out from seeing Infinity War, and I am still Not Okay. I was--seriously--shaking and crying in my seat in the theater for the last ten minutes of the movie, and Yeats was actively concerned.

I want to write fix-it fic, but I just keep staring at the screen and thinking that I don't know how to fix this.

Please feel free to nudge my shell-shocked muse and discuss further in comments.

Reading Log: The Tethered Mage by Melissa Caruso; A Seditious Affair by K.J. Charles; The Merry Spinster by Daniel Mallory Ortberg; Quartet in Autumn by Barbara Pym; Aftershock by Andrew Vachss