Despairing, showing the loss of all hope.
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Natasha sat with the other Avengers (except Steve) at the large dining table, frowning at her warm cup of chamomile tea. After Tony called everyone into the dining room and told them the news about Aletta, there was a strange tense atmosphere in the air.
"What did that tea do to you, Tasha? You're glaring at it like it's poison" Tony remarked sourly and poured himself a coffee. Even though it was late at night, none of them planned to go to bed. Everyone was worried about Letta, everyone was anxious and no one knew what to do to occupy their mind with something different.
Fury tried to send them on a mission a few times and only succeeded once. It turned out to be catastrophic. The enemy was defeated, but Tony cried in the middle of the fight and shouted hysterically that if Aletta died, it was worthless and he wants to be killed. Then he lay down on the ground and refused to get up, so in the end, still in his suit, the Captain had to take him to the helicopter and they left. Fury eventually recognized that the Avengers were not doing well at the moment and gave them some time off. He himself liked the younger Stark, after all, it was a pleasant change from Tony, who constantly threatened to poke his other eye with a fork.
Natasha frowned even more, paying zero attention to Tony's words.
"We can't tell Steve" she said aloud. Everyone in the room looked at her in surprise. This was one of the few times Tasha didn't sound confident and there was a clear fear in her eyes.
"He would collapse even more" Bruce commented. Clint fixed his tired eyes on him and raised an eyebrow.
"Is that even possible?" He muttered wearily.
"He hasn't been out of the room in a month, he's not talking to anyone, sometimes I hear him going to the kitchen for food at night" Tasha talked again, breaking her own heart with her words as she realized how much her friend was suffering. She often visited his door in the hope that Steve would open it, but she never overheard him even though she tried her best.
"So we'll keep it a secret? That he deprived her of the possibility to have children?" Stark said. Everyone turned their glances at him and nodded. It seemed like the best way. Everyone expected that when Aletta wakes up, Steve is gonna apologize for the end of their lives, but everything would go back to normal.
Oh, they couldn't be more wrong.
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Letta wandered aimlessly around the quiet Stark Tower. She had no idea what to do to get back into her body. She heard the Avengers talking in the kitchen and tried to draw attention to herself, but it was completely useless. Her hand flew thru everything she tried to touch.
Slowly, everyone from the dining room began to disappear, leaving only Tony, who exchanged his cup of coffee for a glass of scotch, and Bruce, who looked like he's gonna fall asleep on the table in a few seconds. The brunette girl sighed and walked away with a heavy heart.
Halfway to her room, she heard a devastated voice that belonged to Natasha.
"You don't even know how sorry we all are, Steve. Hiding in your room forever won't solve anything. It was an accident and you know it. If the helicopter hadn't moved a few millimeters, it wouldn't have happened, but we both know it must have happened for some reason." Aletta looked at her and smiled sadly as if Natasha could see her. "Well, no answer as usual. I'll come again later Steve" Natasha lifted herself up after a few minutes of silence and brushed her thighs, then walked away quickly.
Aletta remained seated, her thoughts swirling around Steve. She wasn't mad at him, at least not now. She couldn't blame him, it was an accident. Even if she wanted to be angry with him, something inside her prevented her from doing so. He was a man she trusted wholeheartedly. She realized that she was slowly no longer feeling anything like she couldn't force herself to feel any emotion at all.
There was a loud bang from Captain's room, shattering glass, and Ali flinched in panic. She quickly swung to her feet and walked through the door. The room was dark, and the only light was a small lamp on the bedside table. There were empty glasses, his clothes, and lots of torn papers everywhere. Steve sat on the edge of the bed, his head folded in his hands. His shoulders shook under the invasion of sobs, and Letta's heart ached at that sight. Her gaze fell on the shattered glass bottle of vodka below his feet. She sat down next to the blond man and put her hand on his shoulder. Steve winced as he felt a sudden touch on his arm and glanced at where Letta was sitting. But he didn't see anyone.
Aletta held her breath, and when Steve looked away again, her hopes that Steve might see her vanished. Tears began to stream down her cheeks, as did the captain's. She had never been the type of person to lose hope easily but now she was beginning to feel hopeless indeed.
And so there they were, two broken souls, crying for each other. And without one of them realizing it, their tears combined into one small wet spot on the ground, and the wind slightly touched their skin even though all the windows and doors were closed.
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