"Clint, where's Nat?"
I can't get it out of my head.
She knew there were going to be sacrifices.
I knew.
Why is it so hard?
She was there for me.
She was there at New York.
She was there when I learned my best friend was my enemy.
She was there when we were on top of a flying country, miles above the ground.
She was there when the whole world was against us.
She was there when we lost everyone.
She was there.
So why couldn't I be there for Natasha?
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Fallen (Post-Endgame)
FanfictionTony Stark is dead. Natasha Romanoff is dead. The world is dead to Steve Rogers. The only thing left to do is to return the stones. But in returning the stones... What could happen? After all.... Death is not the end. i'll see you in a minute.
