"Fine, but Wanda with me. We could use a little bit of magic up there, and maybe a miracle or two."
Wanda walked up behind Clint and slipped her hand into his. They had been through so much. They had joined the Avengers together. Clint had been smiiten with her from day one. Over time, he repressed that love, but learned to love her in another way; as a friend, a sister, a partner. They'd faced the biggest challenges of their live together, with the Avengers. She had overcome her own personal demons, and he had fought his way back from death, to end up together, finally. If Wanda could finally gain control of her powers, if Clint could forgive her for killing him, for turning the world upside down, if they could come through that and start a life together, then there was still hope for the Earth. They were still breathing, still standing, gathered here in this room for one common goal. Thanos was fighting for vanity, for power. They were fighting for pride, for love, for survival. They had nothing left to lose, and that made them more dangerous than anything Thanos could hope tp throw at them.
Hawkeye looked to Cap. He had lived to see Pearl Harbor, had fought in and survived that darkest days of World War II. He was taken from his own time, his own family, and thrown into an America that just didn't agree with him anymore. And yet, he fought on, found himself and reconciled with the country he loved.
Tony had survived and beaten alcoholism; Hank had overcome depression and schizophrenia; Peter lost his uncle and his first love, and put up with JJJ on a daily basis; Pietro had lost his wife, and in her death, Johnny had lost a best friend; Wade lived every day as the victim of genetic testing by governement agencies, as did Logan, yet both forged on; half the time the Sentry didn't even know who he was.
Every hero in the room had faced life changing adversities, most more than would do a mormal person for three lifetimes. It would have been so easy for any of them to lay down at any given point and give up, to throw in the towel and end the pain. But they didn't. They pushed foward, forged ahead, put their lives on the line every day. They fed off the glory, off the pain, off the suffering. The victories made every single struggle worth it. This struggle was no different.
They would not fall today. They would stand tall, stand together, and retake what was rightfully theirs. Today was their day.