𝓟𝓮𝓽𝓮𝓻 𝓟𝓪𝓻𝓴𝓮𝓻 & 𝓚𝓪𝓽𝓱𝓵𝓮𝓮𝓷 𝓢𝓽𝓪𝓻𝓴
My name is Kathryn Kennedy. I'm a pretty ordinary girl-- woman. I was born to an ordinary, loving couple. I have two best friends: Peter and Ned who I couldn't imagine my life without! I...
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"I love you 3000." ~*~ Word Count: 2971
5 years later...
*Steve's POV*
I walked into the Avengers Facility and found Nat crying again at the meeting table and I knew what just happened. It's happened many times before. The Avengers, who are scattered across the universe, call in for a meeting and they all give their updates. Once they're all gone, Rhodey stays online and tells Nat that he still can't find Clint, who's currently on a sort of killing spree. Nat ends up crying, Rhodey feels guilty and ends up continuing his search.
I leaned against the bookshelf and gave her a weak smile. "You know I'd offer to cook you dinner, but you seem pretty miserable already."
She quickly brushed away her tears and met my eyes. "You here to do your laundry?"
"And to see a friend."
"Clearly, your friend is fine." Nat lied with a fake smile.
"You know, I saw a pod of whales when I was coming up the bridge." I said, sitting down across from her at the table.
"In the Hudson?" She asked, surprised.
"There's fewer ships, cleaner water—"
"You know, if you're about to tell me to look on the bright side," she interuppted, "I'm about to hit you in the head with a peanut butter and jelly sandwich."
"Sorry, force of habit." I apologised with a slight laugh. "You know, I keep telling everybody they should move on and... grow. Some do." She met my eyes again. "But not us."
"If I move on, who does this?" She asked with a shrug.
"Maybe it doesn't need to be done." I suggested.
"I used to have nothing." She said. "And then I got this. This job. This family. And I was... I was better because of it. And even though... they're gone... Now, I'm still trying to be better." She explained.
"I think we both need to get a life." I chuckled.
"You first." She said, smiling weakly.
"Oh... hi. Hi!" Our attention snapped over to the screen where there was a security camera projecting the front door. Scott Lang was there with his van, waving his arms. "Is anyone home? This is Scott Lang! We met a few years ago, at the airport? In Germany? I got really big and I had my mask on. You wouldn't recognise me."
