A/N: Natasha's death in Endgame and Give Me Something by Seafret inspired this. I truly recommend listening to it while reading this. Oh and I decided to redo the letter M. Is that against the rules?
M for More:
It didn't feel real for a long time in fact he felt nothing, he felt numb. He had cried a few times but that was all. His days seemed to bleed into each other, indistinguishable. People said things to him, things that were meant to be comforting, things that were probably important but they made no difference to him nor did he make effort to listen to them sincerely. There was this void in him that he couldn't quite understand or explain or fill. Maybe time would do the trick or a distraction could help and so he dived into work, sparing not a second, working hours that were longer and unnecessary. But that's all he could do to make some sense of his life because Natasha was dead and nobody, more importantly he, could do nothing about it. There was no acceptance and there was no denial, there was just a fact and it was such a fact that was more overwhelming than one he had ever known. He wanted more, more of her, more time with her, more of their silly banter, more of her soft kisses, more of her flirting, more of her smiles, just anything more from her, even if it was just a word, Steve craved for it. Some days, when it got too much or his head was a mess, he got angry, hurting a criminal more than needed. He didn't know what else to do and he wasn't sure if he ever would.