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She’d been the one to ask, so Tabby had no choice but accept his answer. Even if it stung. Even if felt like another loop in the cycle of them hurting, then healing, then hurting and healing all over again. The small, silent fear that what drew Clint to her was the pain. Another, more socially acceptable way, of self-flagellation.
“You didn’t leave me alone on purpose, Clint. That wasn’t exactly your fault.” That she could easily forgive. Lives were messy. People were complicated. And in this post-Thanos world, was there really anything to bitch about compared to over 3 billion disintegrated souls. “And I’m not sad. I’m just…” Weighed down by survivor’s guilt? Going through the motions until the next alien attack arrives. “… tired. I’m tired, is all.”
“Come ‘ere?” He reached out his arm, waiting for her to scoot closer, with a shy curl between his brows. “I promise, I’ll behave. You just... you look like you need someone to lean on.” She’d done that often enough for him. Now that she was worn down by this almost palpable sadness and couldn’t even talk about it, the least he owed her was a little comfort. As much as she would accept.








