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𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝐎𝐍𝐄: 𝐑𝐎𝐍𝐈𝐍

Christmas- the time for those who love each other to come together and celebrate, the time for family and a lot more. It's the time for snow to not leave the streets until some time mid-January and for strangers to sing to other strangers Christmas Carols. Of course, all of which I had never noticed until someone else had mentioned it to me. Mainly because I didn't have a care in the world about it... Okay, maybe I cared about that first sentence or so. I'm not a total Scrooge.

As a 24-year-old, in today's society, it seems as though the expectations can be extremely high for some. But, perhaps, they're a little higher when you're the adopted kid of someone like an Avenger. Oh wait, that's exactly who I am. How perfect of my standards from society to be raised because my dad carries a fucking bow and quiver.

Who would've thought that this was going to be the first time in five years-or-so that we would actually be spending Christmas together, as a family. Trust me, if I'd known that the blip was going to happen, I certainly wouldn't have stood on being stuck in the farm with Clint for not a second more. We needed to help Nat, in any way possible. But, when the blip did occur, it seemed as though we lost everything (it's me, I'm we).

Dad had gone MIA the moment it seemed I was in contact with Natasha. He'd lost it in those five years, leaving 'Tasha to fend with me, trying to hold onto what was left of the Avengers family. That wasn't easy, either. Nothing good seemed to come out of those five years other than tears, and grief. If you see grief that way, of course. And, hey, I resect that in one point of those five years I had lost my mind, too. But it was more to the I'm-locking-myself-in-my-room-for-three-days extent than the killing-people extent Clint had gone through.

But that's in the past, now. We're back together as a family, and it's been a while since I've been able to say that without the looming thought of the government over me. So, I've decided I'm taking this to my advantage, because god knows what's around the corner for me and my family.

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The performers continued to sing while I grimaced at the thought o this whole show. I rarely regret things in the end, but the only way I can see myself not regretting seeing Rogers: The Musical is that I now know never to see it again, and to spend money on Hamilton tickets, instead.

The two beside me were both as silent I was, and I didn't have to guess why Clint was so silent. He was hating it just as much as I was, and I didn't have to look over at him to see that. Glancing over at Lila beside me, and saw she was rather at a loss of words, not the biggest fan of this performance, either.

Then, I turned to look at Dad, of who seemed to be lost in thought. "Hey..." I whispered over to him, making sure he was still in fact with us. No reply. "Dad..." I whispered again, but he was far too fixed on someone on stage, or at least close to it. Following where he was looking, I saw he was looking at 'Tasha's actress. I let out a small sigh as I jogged him, trying to not let that get to me. "Dad?" He finally glanced over at me; his finger went to the hearing aid in his ear. "You turned your hearing aid off, didn't you?"

"No... no..." He began. "It's just... I know what happened." The man explains to me, as if I and most of the audience didn't know. "I was... I was there." He looked back at the stage but was still certainly not enjoying himself.

"You were both there." Lila chips in beside me.

"You know who wasn't there, though?" Clint asks her, as if I had also not been expecting this. "That guy, Ant-Man." Now, I really don't know how the story of the Battle of NYC had changed so much that SCOTT was now in the battle, but somehow, the producers, directors and writers all seemed to think that that was the story, and I would really love to give them a piece of my mind.