The funeral was bleak. Not at all what Steve would have wanted. All the same it was depressing, All dressed in black, the male avengers walk the coffin to the grave site, lowering it into the ground. Beside me a women starts to cry. I stare at the grave and stay that way, face as blank as a chalkboard, for long after the funeral ended. As the sky turns a pale grey and the sun hid its face, I hear someone behind me. A hand cradles my back as I turn my face. Its Natasha"Alexandra, it's ok to cry. We all miss him ok? We all want him back."" You're not crying" i snap back at her. "I'm anassian. And Alex? I'm sorry."
The next day I feel a cloud of darkness over my head. I stay in my room all day feeling like I have lost a deep part of my soul, in a way, I have. I miss the smell of him, of lavender and rosemary soap, that always accompanied his smile. I miss him being the one thing that stayed constant in the mess that is my life. I miss the way he walked, like he knew exactly what he was going to do. I miss the feeling of his lips on mine. I miss him.
A knock at my door brings me out of my misery. I roll over and open it to find Tony standing in the door. " Hey, I'm cooking. I am trying to cook. And failing. Miserably. Help?"
I laugh, "of course. What are we making?"
"Pancakes."
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Life According to Agent Sparrow
FanfictionWhen a friend of Captains visits the avengers, her life changes dramatically. She goes from a normal, walking sporty girl to disabled. The avengers have enough on their plate it seems, but still they find time for her.
