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Sep. 20th, 2020 at 2:21 PM
Who: Natasha Romanoff and Bruce Banner
What: Arriving in a new place
Where: Right outside the converted Stark Tower
When: Sunday afternoon
As she dangled in Clint’s hands, Natasha took just a second to take in the beauty of Vormir. If this was the place she was going to die, and she knew that it would be, she was going to take a second to admire it. The cool wind on her face, the purple skies and the dark greys of the mountains. The Sun was setting, from what she could tell, or maybe it was just slowly ducking behind some clouds. She was afraid, but she knew that she would rather die a million deaths than watch Clint do so. She sucked in a breath and promised him that it would all be okay. What other choice did they have? They were going to do whatever it takes.
She pressed her boots flatly against the cliff side and she pushed off, feeling her hand slip abruptly out of his. She closed her eyes to contain her tears, and the block the look on Clints face.
She hit the ground sooner than she’d thought, whacking her head pretty hard on the concrete. It was hot, but she was alive. She let out an absurd laugh, before she opened her eyes. Perhaps it was just the spirit of sacrifice that made the soul appear, the intent, and not the actual death. She was going to call out to Clint and when her eyes blinked open, she was flattened by absolute confusion.
She was staring at the New York Skyline. Something she’d stared at for ages, while she tried to figure out what she was supposed to do to fix the snap. Had they been called back already? Had the time been up? Had the button been pressed? She barely know how the time machine worked, despite multiple explanations, and the throbbing in her head from her landing was making it a bit harder to think. “Barton?” She called out, trying to figure out if he were around. He should have been right? They had been close in proximity.
What: Arriving in a new place
Where: Right outside the converted Stark Tower
When: Sunday afternoon
As she dangled in Clint’s hands, Natasha took just a second to take in the beauty of Vormir. If this was the place she was going to die, and she knew that it would be, she was going to take a second to admire it. The cool wind on her face, the purple skies and the dark greys of the mountains. The Sun was setting, from what she could tell, or maybe it was just slowly ducking behind some clouds. She was afraid, but she knew that she would rather die a million deaths than watch Clint do so. She sucked in a breath and promised him that it would all be okay. What other choice did they have? They were going to do whatever it takes.
She pressed her boots flatly against the cliff side and she pushed off, feeling her hand slip abruptly out of his. She closed her eyes to contain her tears, and the block the look on Clints face.
She hit the ground sooner than she’d thought, whacking her head pretty hard on the concrete. It was hot, but she was alive. She let out an absurd laugh, before she opened her eyes. Perhaps it was just the spirit of sacrifice that made the soul appear, the intent, and not the actual death. She was going to call out to Clint and when her eyes blinked open, she was flattened by absolute confusion.
She was staring at the New York Skyline. Something she’d stared at for ages, while she tried to figure out what she was supposed to do to fix the snap. Had they been called back already? Had the time been up? Had the button been pressed? She barely know how the time machine worked, despite multiple explanations, and the throbbing in her head from her landing was making it a bit harder to think. “Barton?” She called out, trying to figure out if he were around. He should have been right? They had been close in proximity.
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