"𝔰𝔥𝔢 𝔫𝔢𝔳𝔢𝔯 𝔢𝔳𝔢𝔯 𝔰𝔱𝔬𝔭𝔭𝔢𝔡 𝔩𝔬𝔳𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔶𝔬𝔲."
"𝖓𝖊𝖎𝖙𝖍𝖊𝖗 𝖉𝖎𝖉 𝖎...𝖓𝖔𝖙 𝖋𝖔𝖗 𝖆 𝖘𝖊𝖈𝖔𝖓𝖉."
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unable to return to her true home, y/n adapts to the new world she finds herself in. as the years pass she finds famil...
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𝖌𝖗𝖎𝖊𝖋 𝖜𝖔𝖗𝖐𝖊𝖉 𝖎𝖓 𝖜𝖊𝖎𝖗𝖉 𝖜𝖆𝖞𝖘.
in truth, my first emotion was anger, so when we tracked down thanos, i didn't feel anything when his head rolled along the floor of his makeshift home. anger was easier. anger made punches feel like nothing and fueled the power that bubbled up in me.
but at the end of it all when my feet hit the earth the names and faces haunted me.
peter
bucky
wanda
t'challa
vision
sam
shuri
scott
may
stephen
grief hits like no other.
thor and i bonded quickly over how we would treat our guilt.
alcohol was a guilt tamer and we gladly fell into each glass we poured ourselves. it was easier not to think about it all when you couldn't even see straight.
granted i didn't get to treat myself to it long before natasha was told about my drunken affairs by juno. i was drug back to new york with her against my will and was forced back to the real world after months of being cooped up in new asgard. my biggest task there was making beer can towers with thor as we drank ourselves out of reality. here i was forced back into the reminder of our failure.
steve was at the compound too. when he heard nat was dragging me back he had gotten everything he could from my old apartment and brought it here. he unloaded the boxes in my room here and in my still drunken state, i cried like an actual child at the photos that lined the walls.
that was how steve and natasha found out about my world.
while i sobbed over the framed pictures i spewed the information like a heartbroken teenager and they somehow got it despite my slurred speech. yes it was extremely embarrassing i'm aware but in a state like that, i'm surprised it wasn't worse.
