X-Men: Civil War

Chapter 18: Funerals

Maxine Lehnsherr

I'm to hold one handle on Christin's coffin, and she's to be buried next to Steve. I guess that's how things work out in the end. Someone goes into the ground while someone else piles the dirt on top, the never ending cycle is tiring. 

I pull on an indigo dress that doesn't cover my wings, it dips down in a V almost to my hips, is sleeveless and connects behind my neck. It's a simple piece of clothing that shows my sorrow, yet doesn't reveal the depth of how far down it goes, no matter that I've begun to truly heal.

The sky is grey, and I'm surprised that it hasn't begun to rain. It would be fitting... like a glove. 

So we make our way over to the cemetery in a black limousine, and step out to the white flashes of reporters. As droplets of water begin to stream down, my hands grab the handles of the smaller coffin, which is holding Christin's body. I hadn't even gotten to see her before they had put her in. Tears swell in my eyes.

Spider-woman, Black Widow, She-Hulk, and I lower the black box into the ground just as Steve is placed in his final resting place. 

This is too much for me.

I back away.

I leave.

I run away to the dark city.

I hit my head.

I tumble to the ground.

I fight.

I kick.

I give in.