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ᴡʜᴇʀᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ʜᴇʟʟ ᴀʀᴇ ᴡᴇ?

Words: 1632
Date: May 18, 2023

~ Author's Note ~

Hello!! Hope you enjoy!

If you have any question please don't be afraid to ask!

Sorry if this disappoints anyone! It's not a chapter I'm that confident in...

XX

She can feel the tremors spreading within her body at an uncontrollable rate. Natasha struggles to clear her vision, as it blurs the images in front of her. Her mind is spinning, frantically trying to recall what happened. She remembers Yelena and the other estranged members of her Ohio family leaving with the surviving Widows. She had chosen to stay behind and keep Ross off their trail. But then everything goes hazy.

Natasha studies the multiple rows of comfortable seats and a big theater screen. She notices other people in a similar position to her own; some are strangers, but for the majority, she does recognize them.

The Avengers. Nick. Maria.

The redhead shakes her head, trying to clear the fog in her mind. She forces herself forward, unsteadily resting on the balls of her feet. Her fingers clench into a fist, as pain radiates through her body, and she doesn't notice her knees buckling out from the pressure. Suddenly, a familiar grasp around the cure of her elbow, effectively slowing her fall.

Natasha feels his hands gently resting on her cheeks, forcing her eyes to collide with his. Clint's red-rimmed irises stare wide, his grip tightening. "Hey, look at me," Clint commands softly, "You with me?"

The redhead nods shakily, the adrenaline from earlier is long gone, and her body is crashing from all of the injuries it has sustained in the last few days, mentally and physically. And whatever magic mischief they have found themselves a part of this time is not helping her in any way.

Clint frowns, watching her hazy emerald irises fade out of concentration. He glances at Laura, her worried look matching his own, "Help me get her up."

"Let me help."

Clint's irises snap towards the new figure, just half a second slower than Natasha's blurry emerald. He gives Laura a nod, before stepping aside and allowing her to help her sister.

"Yelena?" Natasha questions weakly.

Yelena smiles softly, tears leaking out of the corner of her eyes, as she holds onto the redhead's hand like a lifeline. She does look different. The blonde's wearing a black suit instead of the white one from earlier, and she is wearing dark makeup.

The younger assassin glances towards Clint, her hazel irises colliding with his gray, and a silent understanding passes between them. The archer moves closer, using his hand to help support most of Natasha's weight. "Do you know where we are?"

"No."

Natasha frowns, glancing between them, taking note of their concerned expressions. She shakes herself out of their grasp, stubbornly trying to stand on her own. But they refuse to let her go. Natasha's emerald eyes focus on the figures in front of them, frowning, "What are they doing?"

Tony stands slowly, glancing around confused, before he catches sight of Pepper and Peter. He notices tears rising in the kid's eyes, and his lip quivers, as he stares at his mentor before him. "Mr. Stark?" Peter asks, "How are you here?"

The billionaire shakes his head, frowning, as the young boy rushes into the man's arms. "I don't know, kid." He slowly brings his arms around his shaking body. What's got into the kid?