Clint was looking out the window, noticing less wildlife, birds, humans and many others. He had a feeling that it was his fault that Earth was like this now. Natasha walked in and was standing next to him. They were silent for a few minutes, waiting for the other to start the conversation. Finally, Natasha spoke up and said, 'I'm sorry, I just, well, I, ummm…' She stopped.
'It's ok, I understand. I just thought you felt more for me to tell me that straight away.' He looked at her and noticed a sparkle to her eye. He ignored it though and started a new conversation. 'What are we going to now?' She stood still, his last comment still in her mind. They were just standing again, conscious of each other's presence. Natasha turned to face him, he noticed and made eye contact. It suddenly goes silent, they began to lean closer. They closed their eyes aware of what is about to happen when Peter walked in. He didn't notice that Natasha and Clint were having a moment and spoke. 'Clint, Natasha where are …' stopping as he realises what was happening.
Once again, they are standing in silence, but this time Peter is standing with them. The silence was broken by the noise of a car driving up the driveway. It was Scott, he was in his white van, tears running down his face. He parked the car as Clint, Natasha and Peter came out to meet him. 'She's gone, Cassie, she's gone!' Scott cried. He fell out of the van and looked up at the three. 'Where is Steve, where is Tony, where is… everyone?' He asked begging.
'They were snapped, like Cassandra.' Clint tried to say are calmly and softly as possible. The silence once more arose, even as Clint, Natasha and Peter walked Scott inside. Life was far off what it used to be and no one knew what to do.
They sat, Peter, staring at the TV, Scott, laying on his bed and Natasha and Clint in her office chatting. No one did anything else until dinner, which was pizza. No one was together at dinner, they each went off into a different room. Even the next day, they all tried to ignore each other, only Peter wanted to talk. He went to Natasha's office, only to hear her yell at him to go away, he went to Scott's bedroom, only to be ignored and when he went to Clint he was sat down and talked to. 'This is hard Peter, we know, but at the moment we all just need a bit of space. Maybe tomorrow.' Clint walked away and left Peter to his thoughts.
