Prompt: 100 Word Limit.
Hinted AoU Spoilers.
What softness she'd had was long burned away. A necessity in her line of work. Little room for mercy, forgiveness, love when your mind was a weapon and your body a commodity to be bartered with, all sharp edges beneath a pouting mask.
It was better this way, she reasoned when SHIELD fell and Fury with it. While Steve buckled under Bucky's ghost, Clint was stretched thin between two lives, and Bruce dissolved into a distant perhaps for fear of a monster beneath his skin. She branded her soul with these truths:
Love was for children.
She didn't miss it.