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The Knife In My Back // Alec Benjamin

Hey remember me? It's been a fat minute since I've last uploaded. I'm more active on AO3, I swear. I've never written a songfic before, so how'd I do for my first attempt?

IF THIS ISN'T ALLOWED, I WILL REMOVE IT. JUST LET ME KNOW EITHER BY MESSAGING ME OR COMMENTING.

Anyway this is a songfic with the above song by Alec Benjamin. Please listen before reading my depressing and angsty character(s) study, which takes place right after CA:CW.

I am slowly learning that the things you promised me

Are burning like the embers of a thousand willow trees

Tony took one last weary glance at the unfinished circuits and wires around him before turning his back. He wiped the sweat off his hands using his grease stained jeans, marveling at how little there was. Exhaustion had run its course. He knew that. And yet, Tony couldn't bring himself to stop and sleep and relax.

And every single secret has been broadcast like TV

Every time he closed his eyes, Tony could see figures burned into his eyelids. They would dance around one another in an elaborate game of cat and mouse—prey and predator. He saw a shape that resembled a vehicle crashing and bringing his life down with it. However, Tony knew that they weren't side effects of sleep deprivation. It was all too real, and could be summarized into one word: Siberia.

Now all the threads are severed that were tying you to me

Tony entered the elevator and said, "FRIDAY, common room." He rubbed at his temples with the hope of being able to diminish his thoughts.

I thought we were friends, but now we're enemies

The Avengers were fractured. Tony didn't even know what to think about it—the fact that Rogers had lied and known about his parent's murder, that it had been done by Barnes and he was determined to protect him. Did Romanoff know? Probably, he realized. Romanoff had a way of knowing everything around her without anyone knowing anything about herself. Did Barton know? Unlikely, but the archer was still guilty when referring back to the damn Sokovia Accords and its terms.

He waited for the elevator to take him to the common room area. With a small spark of rare joy, Tony remembered that he would be seeing Peter Parker today. Maybe the day wouldn't be wasted in his thoughts again.

I thought we were friends, but now we're enemies

***

Pull your knife out of my back, your blood runs black

"Fuck," Natasha muttered under her breath.

Every breath she took quickly transformed into a cool puff of hazy air, the ever-present chill lingering. The temperature seemed to drop like how she dropped into the shadows.

Darkness was familiar to Natasha, a rare comfort found while running from enemies of all sorts. Another familiar presence was the crimson blood leaking from her shoulder, running down the side of head, and dripping into her eyes to the point where her vision was blurred.

I was just surprised at how you turned on me so fast

Natasha pulled a small knife out of a sheath hidden by her bulky winter coat. She lunged and swung at the officer nearest to her, feeling both satisfaction and sickness when it landed true—not anywhere fatal; but still a hit to draw a streak of blood. He fell back and slammed against another person donned in tactical armor.