Scootaloo had stopped crying when she heard Twilight. For a few minutes, she'd felt joined with the entire universe, which was so amazing she'd almost forgotten those dead around her. But now it had faded, and she found herself waiting for something, she didn't know what. She found herself holding her breath and had to remind herself to breathe.

A loud noise resounded across the world. She would've thought it was a thunderclap, but the sky was cloudless. She glanced across the landscape, and that was when she spotted it. Clouds of dust were swirling around, clustering closer and closer together, and suddenly there was Spiderman, taking his first breath in almost half an hour. The Guardians came together too, and--Scootaloo held her breath--yes! There was Rainbow Dash!

Rainbow glanced slowly around the landscape, then pumped her hoof. "Ha! No dying! I KNEW it was possible!"

"But... you did die," Tony pointed out. "So did all of them."

She shrugged. "Doesn't count. I'm not dead now."

There was a loud rushing noise, and suddenly a green-skinned girl was among them, looking around in bewilderment. "Huh? Who's that?" Scootaloo asked.

Drax smiled. "I'll do you one better. Why's that?"

"Oh! That's Gamora!"

She looked dazed and confused. "What... I was on Vormir... and then... Thanos..."

Starlord hugged her tightly. "It doesn't matter. It's over now."

"You don't understand! Peter-"

"Yeah?" Spiderman asked.

She glanced over. "Huh?"

"I'm Peter."

"But he's Peter!"

Starlord shrugged. "I've been going by Starlord, just to make it less confusing. And he's Spiderman."

Spiderman waved. "Nice to meet you!"

Gamora seemed a little disoriented. "No, you don't get it! Peter--Starlord--I think I died!"

Rainbow shrugged. "Well, you're not the only one."

"Sorry, who are you? What is going on?"

Rainbow shrugged. "It's a long story. I can explain, but do you mind if I hitch a ride to Earth on your spaceship while I explain? We kind of crashed ours."

"You crashed it," Tony called from a little ways away.

"Oh, like you could do better."

Gamora blinked. "But you can't be from Earth. Peter said humans are the only sapient race on his planet."

Spiderman looked up. "I said what?"

"The other Peter!" she snapped.

Rainbow shrugged. "Yeah, I'm not from there, but some of my friends are there right now. They can take me home."

Starlord shrugged. "It might be a tight fit. Our ship only has six seats in the main bay. But we can squeeze you all in."

In the plains of Wakanda, a strange wind picked up, lifting piles of dust into the air and gathering them into a centralized location. As each pile touched the ground, it rematerialized, right in front of the watching crowd.

Rarity stumbled to her hooves. "Twilight, what did you do to your mane? It looks good."

"Lots of magic."

"Ooh, I'll have to try that."

"I really don't recommend it."

T'Challa found a hand offered to him as he picked himself up. "Okoye? I don't understand. You were dying!"

"And you were dead. You're no one to talk."

Twilight jumped eagerly to explain. "I used some powerful magic with several parts. The overall goal was to safely revive everyone Thanos had killed, not just the ones who were turned to dust. The 'safely' part is important, because it means that anyone who was buried, or had their dust put in a jar, or whatever burial ceremonies other worlds use--anything where coming back would be unsafe--the dust will return to a safe place before it comes back together. Plus, those who died apart from their loved ones will come back near them, instead of all by themselves and alone. I took great pains to cover all the bases."

Thor leaned forward. "What would happen if, say, Thanos blew up a spaceship?"

"Well, I didn't think of that exact case, but probably, either the spaceship would re-form around them, or they'd drift to the nearest planet." Twilight frowned. "I guess I didn't cover all the bases, but I provided the basic principles!"

Thor nodded. "Thank you. I need to go check on something. Please excuse me." He held his axe in the air, and the rainbow magic of the Bifrost surrounded him.

Wanda, Fluttershy, and Spike were the last to arrive, traveling all the way from the city before they landed. Pietro raced them, taking two trips to bring both Starlight and Vision over, and he still beat it easily. As soon as he saw Wanda appear, he clung to her and cried, and he didn't let go for a long, long time.

Mr. and Mrs. Cake stared at the freshly turned earth in their backyard as dust snaked out of it and swirled back into the shape of the twins. Roseluck hugged her sisters tightly, grateful that she didn't have to find a flower beautiful enough to honor their memory, because there never could be one. Derpy Hooves sprang into the air, her ever-present enthusiasm ready to put a smile back on everypony's face--as if they needed a reason, besides the fact that all their loved ones were safe and sound once more.

Starswirl helped Somnambula back to her feet, and she shook herself. "What happened?"

He allowed himself a smile, his first in a long time. "Twilight saved us all."

"Hey, now, I helped," protested a voice from above. Discord lay sprawled along a tree branch over their heads, looking rather pleased with himself.

"Discord?" Flash Magnus spat. "What are you doing here?"

Mistmane shook her head. "He's not lying. He did help."

"He looks a little... different," Meadowbrook murmured. "Even different than he was a few minutes ago, goin' into the Everfree."

Rockhoof shaded his eyes and squinted. "Discord, are you... glowing?"

Author's Note

If you're doubting whether Twilight had enough magic to pull off such a large-scale revival, ask yourself this: Is the actual canon movie going to leave half the universe dead? I don't think so. They'll find a way to reverse it, and they'll just be using the Infinity Stones (though, personally, I think it'll be a stretch). Twilight has double that, so she should be perfectly fine.