INFINITY WAR IS THE BEST MCU MOVIE EVER, POTENTIALLY THE BEST MOVIE EVER... nah. I got about two more movies that I liked more, but it was still amazing! Definitely top 3 of all time for me.
So yeah... I was gonna write a fix-it fic... but well... my hand slipped. Oops.
Ah well... hope y'all enjoy anyway. GET THE TISSUES AND ICE CREAM WONG...
(think I should mention this... Laura Barton doesn't exist here. Sorry Laura fans; I need her to not be here for a reason.)
AND THERE ARE INFINITY WAR SPOILERS AHEAD... THIS IS YOUR LAST CHANCE TO BACK OUT AND GET YO ASS IN THE THEATER.
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Okay. Assuming you have seen the movie, or you don't care about spoilers, let's continue on...
Summary: Natasha Romanoff didn't cry. She was trained not to... but after the events of Infinity War have taken place, some people that are available seek to provide her comfort. And all of them just make her want to cry even more... but only one succeeds.
Natasha couldn't believe what Thanos had done...
Wakanda's battlefields, once lush with green and trees, had been decimated by the mad titan, Proxima Midnight, Cull Obsidian, Corvus Glaive, and the Outrider army.
She should consider herself lucky to be alive...
But not when Wanda, T'Challa, Bucky, Sam, Groot, and Vision were dead.
Friends she had known for years, and friends she had just met... friends she had missed for so long.
Gone.
It had been about two years since the Civil War between the Avengers, and the team was still somewhat fractured. They had gotten back Banner and Thor, but God knows what happened to Tony... and Clint, well, he had just gone off the radar.
She hoped he was okay... Clint didn't deserve anything bad to happen to him. He deserved the whole damn world... but she did wonder what he would think of her blonde hair.
She then told her head to stop it... six of her friends had just died, and half of the universe along with it, and all she could think about was herself.
"Nat?"
A soft voice called her out of the haze she was currently in. She looked up, and there was Steve.
"Hey," she silently said.
She couldn't bear to look at his broken face right now... he had loved Wanda like a little sister. He loved her so much... so did Natasha. Wanda was something special and knowing she was dead... well, she couldn't even think that now. And Steve might as well have been brothers with Bucky and Sam. T'Challa had become great friends with the captain, and while he had only just met Groot, he already wished he could know more about him. And he honored Vision for his sacrifice as well.
"I wish I could've done more as well," Steve whispered.
Natasha held in a choked sob... in her mind the words "Don't you dare cry" were repeating over and over in her head, but when she thought about Wanda, Bucky, Sam... everyone else...
It just became even harder to hold back the tears.
"I miss them too," Steve said, putting his arm around her.
"Yeah..." Natasha said in a shaky breath.
"We all loved Wanda," he said. "And...Bucky and Sam didn't deserve to die. Neither did T'Challa, Groot, or Vision."
"They didn't," Natasha muttered.
"You're damn right," another voice said.
It was a thick Asgardian accent she knew well... it was Thor. And beside him stood his new buddy, Rocket Raccoon. But Thor insisted upon him being a rabbit.
"We lost brothers too," Rocket sadly said, sitting next to Steve.
"Oh my..." Steve said, "is Loki-"
"Thanos snapped his neck," Thor sighed, sitting down next to Nat. "And... I believe he finally wanted to be good, for a change."
"And Groot... he was my brother in arms," Rocket sighed. "I lost more than a friend today."
Nat suddenly stood up. "I-I need some air..."
She then ran out, covering her face with her hand. She couldn't imagine all the pain they were going through...
But she, at the same time, felt a similar pain... Wanda had been like a little sister, or even a daughter to her.
When Clint found out... she wasn't sure that even all six Infinity Stones could stop his wrath. Wanda basically WAS Clint's daughter.
She then shut the door to her room, and didn't even turn around. She fell at the foot of her bed, and started to bawl uncontrollably.
She screamed out the names of her fallen allies, begging for the sweet chance that they weren't dead to come true... begging God to let them come back... asking Him why in the name of Steve Rogers she wasn't the one slaughtered on the battlefield by Thanos.
But if she had been slaughtered, the pain Wanda and James could be feeling right now...
It just made her cry even harder.
But when she finally opened her eyes...
She saw someone she hadn't seen in a long, LONG time...
Clint Barton stood there.
"Nat," Clint's soft, gentle voice said. He then opened his arms, leaving a hole that only a woman he loved could fill...
Nat didn't hesitated to jump into that hole and give him the biggest hug she had ever given anyone. One wouldn't dare enter into a hug with the Black Widow; it was likely their last action on the earth.
Only Steve, Wanda, James, and Clint were allowed to hug her.
And only they were allowed to see her cry. Two of them were now deceased.
But Clint... she felt safest around him.
She felt like she could cry for hours around him, and he'd not think any lesser of her for it.
And that's probably what she did.
Because she felt him pick her up in his arms, move her into her queen size bed, and when he temporarily broke contact with her to take off his jacket, she reached out for him, begging for him to hold her again... it seemed childish, and probably would to anyone else.
Not to Clint. Never.
She felt his arms encase her, and she cried into his shoulder. He kissed her hair softly, and shed a few tears himself.
When she finally looked up, eyes damp with tears somehow still flowing, the gorgeous sunset of Wakanda, like how T'Challa had shown Killmonger, had finally shown to be peaking over the barren battlefields.
"Its beautiful," Clint whispered. "Like you..."
Nat looked at him, and the amount of care in his eyes made her bite her lip to hold back tears.
"I love you, Nat," said Clint. "I love you."
"I-I love you too," Nat whispered into the crook of his neck. He kissed her forehead, and began to rub the back of her head.
"I don't deserve this..." she whispered.
"Hey hey hey, I don't want to hear that," said Clint, causing her to look up at him. "You deserve nothing less than the world Nat. I swear."
"B-but... they d-died b-b-because I c-could-couldn't stop him-m," she hiccuped.
"Who died?" Clint said, his voice shifting tones very slowly... it scared Nat to even utter the name of one of the many victims of Thanos.
"W-Wanda... among others, but-"
"What..." Clint said, looking at her in a whole new way...
It was a hurt like no other.
A hurt that only a father could feel...the loss of a child.
Clint choked on his breath, hyperventilating... Nat couldn't hold herself together at this point; her only reaction was to hug him.
They were both crying now.
They were both aching now.
It hurt Nat enough to know Clint was being her shoulder, because that meant he was in pain seeing her in pain. Now she was his shoulder, which meant he was in more pain than before. It sent her spiraling down a path of pain.
"I-I didn't eve-even get to say goodbye," Clint whispered. Nat basically threw her heart away at that point, she couldn't keep up with the pain.
"I'm so sorry..." Nat whispered.
Clint and Nat cried with each other for some time... all they knew was that the sun had set when they were done.
He then spoke up, "Tell me her killer's name."
Nat gulped... "I-I don't want to say it... it scares me..."
Hearing that almost made Clint reconsider even asking her...
But he had to hear his name.
That way he could roar it as he drove an arrow through the bastard's heart.
And finally...
Nat uttered his name.
"Thanos."
Clint didn't show any emotion as she said it, however.
But he did know one thing... he was gonna avenge his daughter.
Even if it took every last breath he had.
But in order to do that... he would have to suit up again. But Hawkeye was staying in retirement for good.
It was now time to suit up in the R.O.N.I.N., a weapon of mass destruction, only made by Maria Hill for the most dire circumstances...
Now seemed like a damn good time to dust it off.
So yeah, cliffhanger... I'm planning on making this a series of angst, and a big finale with a happy ending. :) But before that... have tissue boxes on standby folks. We're in for a lotta angst...
Speaking of which... we're gonna pretend, next chapter, that Thanos sent Tony and Nebula back to Earth... and they need to tell Wong about Stephen, and Aunt May, Ned, and Michelle about Peter... oh boy folks.
See you guys soon. Please review. :)