Beyond Reason, Space & Time

𝑪𝒉𝒂𝒑𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝟔: 𝑷𝒆𝒕𝒕𝒚 𝑳𝒊𝒕𝒕𝒍𝒆 𝑻𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔

PRESENT

Natasha

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You will never really get to appreciate the small things unless you are in the exact position where you get to feel that way. You think of the phrase "Appreciate the little things in life" as a really stupid and cliché thing for a person to say because you're so used to the hustlin' and bustlin' of your own daily life that you usually don't pause and seek understanding.

What does that really mean?

I stood outside the house and watch as Clint's children run around the grass. Chasing each other, squealing and screaming in laughter. Nathaniel running with his little legs trying to catch his older siblings who are already slowing down for him as they play Tag.

"Hey," Wanda greeted, standing right next to me as she hands me a warm cup of coffee, wind caught in her red hair.

"Thanks." 

"Sure. So what are you thinking?" she then asks and I glanced at her. 

"Nothing much actually. Just looking at the kids and seeing how innocent and free they are. I was trying recall the moments when I felt like that and it's sad because I realized that I never did. My childhood can't even be called a childhood... if that makes any sense." I replied, surprised at the very sentimental response I've just let go.

"I get it. I mean, for a brief moment, I was a child then the explosion hit. Suddenly, Pietro and I stopped being children just so we can survive. At an early age, vengeance was already something we thought about. It's what pushed us to survive."

"Hm." I nodded before organizing my next thought, "I think it's unfair. When the innocence of a child gets taken away. The worse part is when the child will never realize it's been taken away until he or she is much older." I continued.

"What happened to you this morning that you're suddenly feeling wise and melancholy?" she questions with a sly smile, I take a sip of my coffee.

I looked back at her, her eyes ever so green. The sun so bright, it becomes iridescent. The exact image of my Wanda. "I don't know. After that weird dream we both shared, I never realized that after everything I've gone through, there are still much bigger things to fight for than our petty little problems and then I thought about the stupid little things in my life I ignored and didn't appreciate because there's always a war to fight. The only right I have now is to be thankful that I'm alive but it feels much more of a curse than a blessing. Plus, I have other things I just found out that I thought was never possible and I still don't know how to deal with that." I went on. Clicking my tongue after as I look back at the kids.

I saw Wanda open her mouth through my peripheral vision to respond but closed them right back. I can feel her confusion. I felt relieved when she didn't press on the last thing I said. She just started walking, she then glanced back at me. Silently inviting me to walk with her and I did. We were silent for a while as we walked. The sound of the birds and the squeals and giggles of the children echoed in the wide land of the Barton's.

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"Do you think we will ever get to live a normal life?" Wanda asks as we sat in the middle of woods next to Clint's private land. 

"It's hard to imagine it but I would like to believe that one day, after all the chaos dies down, we could go our separate ways and live a normal life. Whatever the hell that means." I responded, sending a pang to my heart as I uttered the words 'separate ways'.