Whatever It Takes

Whatever It Takes

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Cue the "Underground" TikTok audio from Cody Fry. Imagine this: You're Nat's sister and go with her and Clint to Vormir. You learn that a sacrifice has to be made in order to retrieve the Soul Stone. "Whatever it takes..." you whisper. Clint and Nat start fighting. As they fight, you run towards the edge. You jump. You hear Nat and Clint's screams as it feels like you're falling in slow motion. Everything goes black as you hit the ground. You wake up and see a hand outstretched towards you. You look up and see Pietro standing there, a smile on his face. You're home. But... before we can get there, we must start at the beginning. To be honest, I thought my fic writing phase was over. I grieved Natasha, I said hello to Yelena, I checked in on Wanda. But the user @imagineshots on TikTok provided me with an idea that was just too good to turn down. The wheels began turning, the writing juices flowed, and this fic was born. (I must note: I physically cannot bring myself to write "y/n" fics. The "you" in this has a name, she's a person, but I distinctly left out physical descriptors. Also, chapter art by Matt Ferguson)
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Let's say you had the power to save everyone you've ever cared about and more. Let's say that you could have a do-over every time you lost, every time you messed up, every time you missed something. Let's say that you could have another try anytime, but you had to die to have it. At first, you're happy about it; nothing can stop you. "Just one more time." Then, after a few times, it gets old. Your joints ache and you're tired, and no one around you knows why because you're the only one that remembers. "Just one more." Eventually, you want to give up. You know what death feels like, now, and you've experienced it far too many times than any person should. But now you know everyone by name, by eye color, by voice, by the sound they make when they drop to the floor. You can't just leave them to fend for themselves. "Just one more..." You're done. You've had it. You cry into your pillow, wondering if the curse will ever end. You've lost count of how many times you've tried again. Then you think of those people you had tried to save; they would die without you. You would have blood on your hands. So you pull yourself together and put on a smile. You pretend it's the first time, and you walk through the door like the future is ahead instead of today. And then you say, "Just one more day." "One more day."

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