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In The End... Game {Steve Rogers}

*Avengers: Endgame*

You, Natasha and Clint stood at the cliff, trying to handle the news you just received.

One of you had to die. There was no other way around it. You had been preparing for this moment ever since Nebula told you that when Thanos and her sister came here, only Thanos returned.

You couldn't let Clint or Natasha die. Clint had a family to return to and everybody would miss Nat too much. So you figured you should be the one that does it.

"Hey guys," you spoke up, cutting through the silence. "When you get back, can you tell Steve that I loved him? I've always been too chicken shit to do it myself."

Then you took off running. Acting fast, Nat shot her stingers at you which made you fall too the ground in pain.

"You'll do it yourself," she told you.

Then she got to running but Clint stopped her. That lead to them fighting each other intensely. You took this as your chance to jump. Shaking off any pain that you had, you got onto your feet and began sprinting.

"Y/N! Stop!" Clint and Nat shouted at the same time.

They were too late though, you had already made it over the edge and were currently falling to your death. Or so you thought.

You were halted by a rope wrapped around your waist. You looked up and saw Nat and Clint holding on as tight as they could.

"You're not dying, Y/N! You can't!" Nat yelled, while tears rushed down her face.

You were her best friend. She couldn't go on knowing that she could've saved you but didn't.

"We're gonna bring you back up here and discuss this like rational adults," Clint said.

You smiled at the both of them.

"When have we ever done anything like rational adults?"

Then you brought out your black, diamond encrusted switchblade and cut the rope.

Clint and Nat were transported to a whole new place that was all red and had water on the ground. Clint held the Soul Stone in his hands but that didn't make him or Nat feel any better.

They looked around and saw nothing except for a woman sitting criss cross applesauce on the ground with her back to them.

They walked up to her and saw that it was you, but at the same time, not. You were staring straight ahead, with a peaceful smile on your face. You had your natural curls out, while wearing a long, flowing, white dress.

They remembered when you looked like this. It was before everything had happened. The Avengers were having a lazy day and you wore that outfit and had your natural hair. They'd never seen you laugh and smile so much.

"Y/N," Natasha breathed out.

She dropped to her knees and went to touch your face but her hand went straight through you.

"She's not real, Nat," Clint told her, trying to hold back his tears.

"No," Natasha whimpered. "No."

BACK AT THE TOWER

Everyone was celebrating. Their missions had been complete and everybody got what they needed. But all celebrations stopped when they saw Nat and Clint's faces.

"Guys, where's Y/N?" Steve asked.

They just kept quiet.

"Where's Y/N?!" he repeated.