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Forty-Seven

*1 year later*

'What the fuck is wrong with you?! I had him!..'.. She threw a cup at Wade, and he ducked, scowling at her as she grabbed another off the shelf.

'Like fuck you did! He almost killed you! You've been so far off the deep end, you're literally fucking death up the ass! You don't kill, that's mine!..'.. He shouted back at her as she threw another, but he caught it, throwing it back full force it shattered against the cupboard behind her.

'Did you seriously just throw that at me?..'.. She points behind her, her voice dead calm.

'Grow the fuck up! This isn't what he would want you to do!..'.. He growled back at her... 'You think he would want to see you like this?..'

'Don't you dare bring him into this. He's not here, so get fucked, I'm out..'.. She stormed off to the bedroom to get her stuff.

'That's right, just run. You such a fucking pathetic excuse..'.. He shouted after her, and she slammed the door shut so hard, she broke the door.

'Fuck!..'... She screamed, holding her power tight, not wanting to let her explode. The absolute guilt she had on her shoulders overwhelmed her, and she dropped onto the bed, staring up at the ceiling.

They both knew she was so far down in the deep, she was barely toeing the line of not killing. She had tortured a few to the brink of death, just to heal them and do it a again, over and over.

It had been a year since she left the house, and she couldn't go back, couldn't step foot inside there without Bruce. She had kept in touch with everyone, especially her kids and grandkids. Morgan had her son, and she could see he had his grandfather's eyes. Little Tony was now six months old and so perfect.

Her emotions were burning within her, and she hated herself, hated that she felt she was letting Bruce down with what she was doing. Wade was right, Bruce wouldn't want her to be like this, but it was the only way she knew how to deal with her grief.

'I'm sorry..'..

'Now who's going soft..'... She shook her head, still staring up.

'Not me, I'm always hard when you're around..'.. She knew he was trying to lighten the mood, but it wasn't working. She could hear him move the broken door, and then he dropped on the bed next to her, on his back.

'I hate this. I'm one of the most powerful in the universe and I feel like I'm barely holding on here..'.. Astrid blew out a breath, her fists tight across her stomach.

'Still are. Look I don't do all this feely bullshit, but get yourself wallowing, get drunk, shove a few dildos in you, and you'll be good to go..'.. He slapped the back of his hand to her fists, and she shook her head, frustrated at him.

'If you're not going to help me through this shit, then I'm going..'.. He voice defeated, she didn't want to feel the guilt anymore... 'Why the fuck would he say that?!..'

'You losing it or what?..'.. He sat up, frowning down at her.

'Fuck off..'.. She sat up, and stood, moving around the room to grab her stuff... 'What did he say to you?..'.. She spun to him.

'From the great beyond? What?..'.. He gave her a confused look and she threw her hands up.

'The letter asswipe! What did he say to you?..'.. She folded her arms, glaring at him.