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Anger
Bruce heard them bickering behind him.
"You go up there, and you talk to him!"
It didn't matter none of it did. She was gone. She wasn't coming back.
Bruce didn't know who to blame. Was it Thanos, because he was the one who put them in this situation in the first place? Was it Thor, for not going for the head when it mattered and then did when it didn't? Was it Scott, for bringing up the idea? Was it Tony, who created the goddamn machine? Was it Steve, for splitting them up into teams? Was it Clint, for being there with her and coming back with the stone? Was it Natasha, for throwing herself off of the cliff, for making the sacrifice?
Natasha. There was so much he wished he had said. Every time he tried, Bruce got scared and ran away. The first time it was another galaxy, the second time it was a gamma lab. He couldn't do it. He should have just said it. He should have just told her. Now it was too late.
He launched the bench across the lake.
"She's not coming back,"
Three little words. It was those three little words that Bruce couldn't bring himself to say. He had five years to take his chance, but he couldn't do it. Who knew it could be so hard to say I love you?
Bruce made the decision to wield the gauntlet even before the opportunity arose. He was made for this, and even if he failed, if he died, he would get to be with the woman he loved again.