❝ｌｅｔ ｍｅ ｇｏ． ｉｔ＇ｓ ｏｋａｙ❞
Somehow, Clint knew this was the end. The quick whipping of the wind, the stone digging into his hands, he stared down at his best friend. It had been years since they first met - the sizzling fury of their missions burning deep inside their souls, as quickly moving limbs struck each other with such power. He regrets ever hurting her. She does not deserve to die in this moment. He hangs off the edge off the rocky cliff, pain searing throughout his body. His best friend calmly stares at him, but he knows her. There is pain beneath that cool facade. The pain of never seeing her family, never getting to say bye. She may fool the whole world, but she will never fool him. The pain of five years of wait shows, and he knows. He knows there is no other way. But he wishes there is. That woman is his partner. Natasha Romanoff. Aunty Nat. Nat. Tasha. She is not the Black Widow, the Russian assassin. She is the Black Widow, the hero. He gazes at his friend's face, her red hair whipping in the wind, and cries at the calm in her face. The tears pour down faster then he wishes, and he cries, and cries. He does not want to let go. He knows this is the end but he wishes it is not.
This is not a world where they both belong. This is a world of gods and monsters, super soldiers and not for them. They are mere mortals. This is a world where legends are real, and magic resides over their fate. This is not his world. This is not her world. He knows if either of them jump, that they will no longer come back. They will not magically show up. They will never come back. He knows if Natasha jumps off, he will miss her. He will miss her red hair that shines in the bright sun. He will miss her sarcastic quips that makes the whole room light up. He will miss her rare smiles. He will miss everything about her.
And then she moves. She jumps and he knows that that is no longer the killer. That is a her. He cries out her name but she is gone. Her body lays in the abyss and the peace on her face makes him cry more. She knew she was doing this for the good. But, she is dead. Natasha Romanoff is dead and he can't do anything.
He knows he is selfish, but damn the world. That was his best friend. But he knows one thing. He will avenge her even if he dies trying.
❝ｗｈａｔｅｖｅｒ ｉｔ ｔａｋｅｓ❞
k bye im dying inside after endgame
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