Sup y'all! So this may or may not turn into my first multi chapter story, depending on whether you guys like it. So do comment :)
The Fallout
It would never be the same.
The team was still split.
They weren't fighting, but they were still split.
Tony's side still stayed in the facility and defended, in public.
Steve's side, they had gone underground. They defended without the public knowing.
The teams didn't have any contact with the other.
Their close friendships had gone.
And while they mingled with the others on the same team, it wasn't the same.
It would never be the same.
Steve's side missed Tony's jokes and teasing.
Tony's side missed Steve's hope and all round goodness.
Steve's side missed Natasha's mysterious demeanor and sass.
Tony's side missed Clint's dark humor and attitude.
It went on and on.
But neither side made contact. They couldn't.
Because no matter what, the scars wouldn't heal.
Maybe, just maybe, after a long time, it might have resolved itself.
But that didn't happen.
You know what did happen?
This happened.
So do you think I should continue? Please tell me, and feel free to give any ideas about what should happen. :)
