"Missed you." So much. More than damn near anything. He can hear, feel the way her dam is breaking, and if that's going to happen, it might as well be well out of sight, up on some rooftop, rather than down on a busy street, or the middle of a cafe, or any public place they could have happened upon one another. "We all do."
Laura, the kids, the surviving Avengers.
Yelena.
The world doesn't mourn the Black Widow the way it mourns the Iron Man, but some people do. He's seen it, in small ways, not big colorful works of graffiti art, but smaller outpourings of love. And she would have hated it if she had gotten the same attention, the same recognition. It's easier on him, in some ways, so he doesn't have to see her face everywhere he goes, but sometimes it's quietly upsetting that their souls aren't weighed the same in the eyes of the world.
But she is missed nevertheless.
There are a lot of questions. And a lot of things that need said. But the most important thing is happening right now, holding her close, trying not to cry and failing that impossible task. Holding her the way she wouldn't allow him to hold on before. He can't let her slip away this time.
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Laura, the kids, the surviving Avengers.
Yelena.
The world doesn't mourn the Black Widow the way it mourns the Iron Man, but some people do. He's seen it, in small ways, not big colorful works of graffiti art, but smaller outpourings of love. And she would have hated it if she had gotten the same attention, the same recognition. It's easier on him, in some ways, so he doesn't have to see her face everywhere he goes, but sometimes it's quietly upsetting that their souls aren't weighed the same in the eyes of the world.
But she is missed nevertheless.
There are a lot of questions. And a lot of things that need said. But the most important thing is happening right now, holding her close, trying not to cry and failing that impossible task. Holding her the way she wouldn't allow him to hold on before. He can't let her slip away this time.