Yelena stormed into Olivia's room with an annoyance on her face. She woke Natasha up with the slam of the door. The redhead groaned, rolling her eyes at her sister.
"What do you want?" She moaned.
"You need to stop blaming people for her death. They were at Vormir." Yelena said, perching herself on the side of the bed. Natasha sat up, bags burying under her eyes.
"What's Vormir?"
"To get the soul stone you have to sacrifice someone. Olivia scarified herself for the stone, it's not Izzys fault." Yelena explained, and Natasha nodded, rubbing her tired eyes with her fist.
"I know. I know she's not the problem. But I can't get the idea out of my head that she let Olivia fall." Natasha sighed, climbing out of bed and walking out of the room, with Yelena following after her.
Natasha knocked on Wanda's door and inhaled deeply as the door opened, Wanda's head peeping out from the gap.
"What do you want?"
"Can I talk to Izzy...please?"
"I don't know-"
"Please." Yelena interrupted, pushing the door open further. Wanda nodded and opened the door fully, revealing Izzy, who was stood by the window, staring out of it.
"I'll leave you two to it." Yelena said. Wanda protested for a second but walked out of the room, closing the door behind her, leaving the two girls to talk.
"Are you going to stand there and blame me some more?" Izzy asked, not even glancing to Natasha.
"I'm sorry for what I said. I don't think you should've sacrificed yourself." Natasha began, stuffing her hands in her pockets.
"Don't worry, I should've sacrificed myself too."
"Izzy..."
"Did you not think I tried to save her?!" Izzy turned around and faced Nat with an anger ridden face, "We fought so much on that cliff! She made sure I never got to that edge." Tears brewed in her eyes and she folded her arms, "I couldn't hold her up."
"I'm sorry, okay? How would you feel if I came back telling you that Peter was dead. You'd hate me."
"Not as much as I do now."
"You don't mean that." Natasha sighed.
"I think I do. My best friends dead and you want to play victim here?!"
"I'm not playing the victim, I'm playing the grieving lover!"
"You should've told her you loved her when you had the chance!" Izzy snapped, making the redhead go silent, tears falling down her cheeks. Izzy's face crumpled, shaking her head in despair.
"At least you know she loved you. Peter won't even talk to me, Steve wants to kill me and you think I should've killed myself! Haven't I suffered enough?!" Natasha silenced the girl by pulling her into a hug, stroking her hair. Izzy did nothing but cry.
"She's not gone. Not just yet." Natasha whispered, eyes stinging with tears. Izzy nodded, holding her tighter.
