Both
Both,There lies their problem…, no there lies his problem.
She is sitting on the edge of the bed, there she is, she is not the one for crying, and she isn't the one for hysterics.
She is the stronger of both of them.
A problem of its own.
She is as stony as an alabaster sculpture, as stoic as a corpse, her back to him as he packs up hiding a truly musk face.
He knows that in the past, she cared, even when he thought she didn't.
Now, He doesn't know if she cares or not.
He will never know.
Once upon a time, Hawkeye was ensnared by black widow.
He was so messed up, but she was by far more screwed.
He is done with packing.
His footsteps are heavy and echoey.
Whose fault was it?
Natasha was good at heart, yet you can't always keep your distance, at some point you have to open up, you must reach this critical point when you just learn to trust.
And He kept on waiting and waiting.
"We will sort it out after I get back, Natasha, Goodbye" that was all he mustered to utter before leaving.
He needed warmth; he needed to feel needed, to feel strong.
He met Mockingbird.
He left a similar voicemail to Barbara.
Mocking bird wasn't a bad woman, she was just present at the wrong place, wrong time.
She needed him and he needed to be needed.
And it just happened.
He fell in love with her, save he didn't fall out of love with Widow.
And now he is lost in this Labyrinth.
Nothing will ever be the same
He can't live without both now.
'Clichéd, isn't it?' he mocks himself.
But he has to find a way to untie the entangled web the three of them are stuck in, even if it means his ultimate demise.
He lies on the cold floor, in a pool of his own blood.
He found a solution, it meant his ultimate demise.
'Wishful thinking, now, you will live without both' he couldn't help but mock himself yet again, bitter Irony, so bitter.
He is drifting out of consciousness.
The rescue team has come just a little too late.
He could hazily see them both now.
At least he got his death wish,
He saw them once together.