I walk into the room where most the team stand in their time travelling suits. I look around, seeing all but one. Natasha not around I look over to Tony.
He looks at me me with sorrow in his eyes. A feeling of fear washes over me. "Y/n, we need to talk.." He tells me, moving me to sit down.
Clint takes me in his arms. Ignoring Tony, I stay stood up and step forward away from Clints hold. "It's about Natasha."
I gasp, "No." I say as I back into Clint. Tears dwell in my eyes as I begin to fall dragging Clint down with me as he sniffles. "Fuck!" I scream as I burst out crying know she didn't make it back from Vormir.
I scream as I cry, "Fuck! Fuck. Fuck!"
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