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That happened. That actually… happened. If you had asked me, before watching Avengers: Infinity War, what the worst outcome of the film could be, I’d easily have said “Cap dying.” I can live without almost anyone except Cap. Honestly, I wouldn’t have said “T’Challa dying” because I figured he was bulletproof. He’s too new, too fiercely loved. The possibility would never have crossed my mind.
What I would not have ever thought was “Thanos wins and literally half of the universe dies.”
And yet, here we fucking are. T’Challa. Gamora. Quill. SPIDER-MAN. Groot. Bucky. Falcon. Maria Hill. Doctor Strange. Drax (who gets disintegrated — or something like it — twice). Heimdall. Loki. Vision. Mantis. Nick Fury. Scarlet Witch.
And there’s Thanos, watching the sun rise.
It’s the ballsiest move I’ve ever seen a tentpole film make, killing everyone and then just fucking ending. It’s great. It’s incredible. I fucking hate it. I’m furious. I’m ecstatic. I can’t possibly wait until next year to see what happens next.
I mean, obviously some of this will be undone, right? That’s not the end of T’Challa, and we know there’s another Spider-Man movie coming. But other than Ant-Man & The Wasp, there are no other Marvel movies in 2018. Then there’s Captain Marvel in March, and then the next untitled Avengers movie in May. It appears that Captain Marvel will play a crucial role in that film, based on the post-credits scene (which, if you didn’t stay for it, shame on you).
I have a hundred theories. A hundred of them are probably wrong. As Doctor Strange said, there was only one future that worked. And this was the only way.