[Somehow it seems like with memories spooling out, floating in the air, there's always been only one place it could go for Natasha: Vormir.
Everything ends on Vormir, doesn't it?
Clint has every right to hate her for what she did, making him the one who had to live with the aftermath. She was never supposed to have to grapple with this.
It plays out as it did, with Clint going over the edge and her catching him, her giving him permission to let her go. And then she's falling again, the way she falls in her nightmares—until the memory cuts off abruptly. She jolts again, the way she always does when she wakes up in a cold sweat.
She doesn't look to see if anyone else is there. She doesn't want to see it, to meet their eyes.
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Everything ends on Vormir, doesn't it?
Clint has every right to hate her for what she did, making him the one who had to live with the aftermath. She was never supposed to have to grapple with this.
It plays out as it did, with Clint going over the edge and her catching him, her giving him permission to let her go. And then she's falling again, the way she falls in her nightmares—until the memory cuts off abruptly. She jolts again, the way she always does when she wakes up in a cold sweat.
She doesn't look to see if anyone else is there. She doesn't want to see it, to meet their eyes.
Vormir.]