Author's Note: I decided to post this fic here and not just on my tumblr: nostalgic-uncertainty. This was written while I was listening to these two songs. Wouldn't think of it without em. So I highly recommend you giving them a listen: "Song Cry" by August Alsina and the Deepend remix of "Catch & Release" by Matt Simons.
It all happened so fast, she remembers nodding at Natasha agreeing to let Steve and Bucky go.
She can still feel the chills of the Wakandian ruler's accusing glare at her blatant act of betrayal.
She can see Rhodey fly off into their pursuit with Falcon glued to his tail every time she closes her eyes. The scene haunts her day and night.
Abe will never shake the sensation of her heart about to explode out of her chest, beating at the speed of light.
She still hears Tony cry out Rhodey's name in sheer agony through her earpiece. Feeling faint even though adrenaline ran through her veins.
It was all so much stress she had no idea how she was functioning enough to form thoughts let alone move.
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Tony's large and normally expressive eyes looked utterly defeated as she ran into the medical ward of the Avengers tower.
His disheveled attire indicated how he hadn't left his best friend's side even for a second. He was seated outside of his room, his frame slumped against the rigid arm chair. his posture was slouchy. Nothing like how he usually sits.
This was a shell of a man. Was this still Tony Stark? Was his soul intact? He looked so empty, ghost of who he once used to be.
Mariam had been on edge for more than a few hours now until she finally made it. She didn't exactly fly in on an Iron Man suit, and seeing one of her closest friends like this considering the predicament they were all in, shook her to the core.
Something huge must have happened. Rhodey must be horribly injured, the mere possibility of that terrified her. She had never felt so helpless.
"Tony" Her body could only manage to say his name. She wasn't sure if she got his attention as he did not move an inch.
He stayed still, his eyes motionless.
"It's over"
It was uttered in such a quiet tone she was unsure if he ever spoke or if it all had been in her head.
As her mind processed what he could mean with those two words and she tried to digest the possible scenarios, he shook his head as if he knew what she was about to ask.
So he whipped his head facing her and announced loud and clear.
"He's gone"
From that moment on she knew that she now mirrored his look in every way.
After all, James Colonel Rhodes was her best friend too.
Ending notes: Lemme know if I should post the rest, some of it is still in progress. Kthnxbai 3