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ghcstiing:
“To live. I’m dying.” Ava smiled. She had come close before but this time she felt more at peace. At least she wasn’t ending alone and bitter. “But it’s okay.”
“I’m sorry to hear that,” Clint paused for a moment, pondering his words, “--and nothing can be done about it?”
xdusks:
“Undead, as in, not alive. D-E-A-D.”
“For the sake of not having to sit through your life story-- not that you look like you’d be willing to tell it --you a mutant? Get resurrected by someone? By magic? Alien?”
elementxlle:
“Mhm.” Crystalia ran her eyes over his form, gaze judgmental. “From what I’ve heard, they weren’t slow at all. Perhaps I’m wrong though. The Inhumans can be a little detached when it comes to some affairs.”
“Maybe that’s for the best. I don’t need more people breathing down my neck,” he spoke offhandedly, crouching down to mess with a shoelace on his boot.
ghcstspider:
“I’m the one who’s sorry here, dude. Clearly you’ve got a lot going on.”
“Clearly being the shittiest Avenger has its perks--” Clint joked, tone lightening a bit.
corcontriitum:
“Why wouldn’t you? You’re in pain. You’re suffering, and I’m sorry about that.”
“Because I haven’t exactly been dealing with it in the healthiest of ways,” a flash of memory crossed his mind and Clint could see Akihiko’s face-- then his still, prone form lying on the wet concrete of the empty Toyko streets, “--at least that’s what someone told me.” He chuckled lightly.
corcontriitum:
“I don’t feel very lucky. I feel like your life sucks but you have free will. I wasn’t given that luxury.”
“Oh, so we’re getting into the deep shit. I don’t know you, so I’m not sure I can argue with that.”
bbombshells:
“My piece of shit mother clearly raised me well.”
“I think this is the part where I say ‘tell me more’ even though I couldn’t care less.”
marymjwatson:
“Trust me, I’m not interested in playing. Everyone is sad. We should be here for each other instead of pushing people away.”
“Cynicism’s a trait I seem to be having a hard time giving up. Guess I just don’t know what to substitute it with.”
blackxwidxw:
“You’re here.” The words came out of Natasha’s mouth after a long gap of comfortable silence between the two. She was charged with feelings but finding words to string them together was difficult. “You’re here now, Clint. That’s what matters.”
“Thanks to you,” the words held an ounce of resentment behind them. Part of Clint still longed for the streets of Toyko, being able to lurk in the shadows as he rid the world of whatever evil he could get his hands on-- but the rational part of him knew he should be thanking Natasha-- in earnest.
“I just--- I can’t help but feel a little out of place here.”
vclkyriors:
“It’s less about me and more about the fact that you’re not the only one who is suffering, and you should remember that.”
Clint held up a hand, “Hey, if that’s the case-- then it’s not my fault I’m here bothering you right now. Blame Natasha for picking me up in Tokyo.” Offering up an absolutely pitiful grin, Clint’s eyes had begun to grow glassy.
thewxsp:
“Then is it okay if I sit here? Sometimes people look like maybe they shouldn’t be alone, even if they don’t know it.”
Clint shrugged, the girl didn’t appear to be leaving any time soon-- why fight it. “I didn’t order a therapy house call, so I’m not sure what good it would do you to stay,” he joked.
spiidermcm:
“I’m going to tell you it’s bloody bull and it’s utter shit, actually. You didn’t need to assume.”
“Finally---” Clint exclaimed, letting out a defeated laugh as he raked a hand down his face, “--a realist. Appreciate the honesty, Jessica.”
xironxmanx:
“I’m not trying to argue with you Barton. You and me? Opposite ends of the spectrum right now. And I feel for you, you know I do.”
“I’m happy for you Tony,” his voice was flat, but that didn’t mean the sentiment wasn’t genuine.
wcrthythor:
“Nope. I don’t think I will. I’d rather just drink.” Thor motioned to the case of beer off to the side. “Help yourself, if you’re in the mood.”
Despite how utterly horrible he felt, Clint couldn’t pass up the offer. Retrieving a bottle he produced a pocket knife from his waistband and removed the cap, liquid spilling out onto the floor below and taking a seat near the Asgardian. Thor didn’t seem to care-- neither did Clint.
“Not that I’m against this in any way, but-- you know it’s the middle of the day, man.”
d-anvers:
“There’s us. And as much as we may hate it, we’re all stuck together now. It’s time to figure out how to move on.”
He turned to look at the woman, unable to hold her gaze for more than a few seconds, “--I don’t know if I can do that,” Clint let out a bitter chuckle.
xstiinger:
Cassie’s tone died down a little, emotion dipping back in. “I’m sorry to hear that. Life post Thanos hasn’t been easy on any of us.”
Clint was silent for a moment, before responding softly, his posture more relaxed now, “Yeah.”
hellxer:
Julian let out a hard exhale, one riddled with mourning yet there was an odd peace to it. He missed her with a longing, as if they had spent decades together instead of just years. As if their relationship wasn’t as rocky and toxic as it was. Yet, every time he visited her memorial, a rush of calm overcame him. He wondered if Kate was here somehow, telling him she was okay.
“As good as expected,” Julian had stuck with the Hellfire Club, but hadn’t been on a real mission in years. He just avoided the meetings and the demands, but kept in contact with those who mattered. Which wasn’t a lot. A part of him kept trying to move on, while another part stayed in the past, in that very moment he woke up to a world turned to ash.
“I keep wondering if what you did made things easier. If taking out that grief on those who deserved it made it sting a little less.”
Clint knew where he was headed when he made the decision to set foot outside this morning. Everything in his gut was telling him no, screaming at him to just give up-- go back home. No one would be the wiser.
But he had to do this, he had to accept the events that had occurred at some point. Otherwise, what was the point of living? Gaze moving between Julian’s face and the names listed on the stone in front of him, Clint’s chest felt heavy at the other’s words.
“-----I’d be lying if I said I didn’t feel good. But someone talked some sense into me. And I’m here to make peace with that.”