In which Y/N Romanoff, an affectionate girl who's coerced into the life of an assassin from a tender age, meet her demise only to awaken in a completely different universe where delinquent and gangs are supreme without aliens, gods, and superheroes...
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rev-e-nant /'revə näN,-nənt/ noun a person who has returned, especially supposedly from the dead.
⚠️ Death ⚠️
Without hesitation, Clint jumped off of the cliff, feeling the rush of wind against his face as he plummeted downwards. Clint's heart raced as he hurtled through the air, the rush of wind drowning out all other sounds. But before he could even register what was happening, Y/N was right beside him, her swift movements defying gravity as she caught him in her arms. Y/N's quick reflexes kicked in as she discreetly attached a grappling hook to Clint, ensuring his safety.
They slammed into the side of the cliff with bone-jarring force, their bodies pressed against the unforgiving rock. Their bodies collided against the rugged cliffside, sending sparks of pain shooting through them both, as Y/N slipped from the bump into the wall of the cliff. With good reflexes, he reached out and grasped her hand just as she began to fall.
While they hung suspended in midair, Clint's adrenaline-fueled panic slowly gave way to a flood of emotions. His gaze locked with Y/N's, fear swirling in his eyes.
" Wait, " Clint gasped, his voice strained with urgency as he struggled to maintain his grip on Y/N.
Y/N's gaze met his, her expression one of quiet resolve. " Let me go, " she murmured softly.
" No, " Clint protested, his fingers tightening around her, refusing to let her slip away. " Please, no. "
But Y/N's mind was made up. " It's okay, " she reassured him, her voice steady despite the peril they faced.
Clint's heart shattered at her words, his eyes brimming with unshed tears. " Please, " he pleaded, his voice raw with emotion, his grip trembling with the effort to hold on.
Y/N's gaze softened, a small sad smile playing at the corners of her lips. With a push of her foot, she released herself from Clint's grasp, her form disappearing into the chasm below.
" No! " Clint's anguished cry echoed through the canyon, his tears mingling with the spray of mist as he watched helplessly, his heart breaking at the loss of his closest friend. She had sacrificed her life for him, for the soul stone, and for the greater good, leaving Clint to grapple with the devastating reality of her sacrifice.
✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*
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