It was the biggest battle in a very, very long time. All of the Avengers, plus Captain Marvel, Antman, Nebula, Rocket and War Machine, against Thanos, with his six magic stones and a metal glove. 

"Do you remember the plan?" Tony yelled, firing repulsors at Thanos, who was surrounded by them all in the rubble, almost struggling to fight them all at once. 

Scott looked at Thanos and grimaced. "Are you sure this is going to work?!" He replied doubtfully. 

"Of course it will! Bruce did the science- just go up, we don't have much time!" 

Scott began to sweat. "But what if I get stuck?" 

"Then he'll probably push you out. Don't worry, but we need you to do this. For the team." Nebula yelled, struggling to fight Thanos, Natasha beside her as they kicked and punched the titan continuously. 

Scott took a couple of breaths and shrunk. "If I don't come back, never mention this to anybody." 

The team agreed, and Scott ran over to the unsuspecting Titan among the chaos. 

"Here goes nothing..." 

Thanos stopped. He could feel something- inside him. 

Fudge. 

He couldn't poop- not in front of the Avengers! Was he sick? He hadn't felt sick earlier- 

He could feel a bad pain in his lower belly. 

He definitely felt sick now. 

Deciding to brush if off for the time being, Thanos continued fighting the Avengers, glad they were tiring out. 

Then everything went black. 

Thanos was dead. 

Antman looked at the other Avengers, covered in Titan guts and blood. "Never, ever mention this to anybody, got it? I don't want to be known as Arse-man." 

The Avengers nodded. 

A/N I am so sorry. This was a very gross chapter. I think my mind is scarred. 

Happy Easter anyway, I guess. 

:P