For the next 24 Hours, my Muse is dead. MEME|| WesWes pov
Gentle plit-plat against the glass to his left is the only sound he bothers to register while his mind’s plagued with the retelling to himself: “It’s happened.” Wesley’s trying to concentrate on the coffee before him, but the mixed emotions flipping hurricanes inside the pit of his stomach send a craving for anything in the form of food or beverage out the window. Natasha Romanoff’s just died…and he’s been tasked to tell Clint Barton…
You have to be the one to do it James…she trusted you and Barton would be more forgiving hearing it from a friend…her friend…
He spoons up the creamy caramel drink in the mug and then lets it dribble back down. How, how, how? Not that his telling Barton what’s happened wouldn’t be eased hearing it from Wesley, but this was…the love of Barton’s life. James knew that too well. He was very aware of the profound bond between archer and spy, and it pained him to his heart’s core to half to bring such hurt for a man he very well respected (all quips and teasing aside).
James reached into his pocket, taking hold of a letter…in it was the admittance that he was Natasha’s confidante, and that it was his self-appointed decision to bring light to that relationship. Clint had the right to know where his wife went on stressful evenings. Clint had a right to know that when life was too much, Wesley was there to care for her just as significantly as Barton would have. And above all else…Clint had the right to know, that he would always have a friend in James Wesley…Natasha would’ve wanted that…especially in this time where the poor man was about to receive adequately labeled, the worst news of his life.
He sighs, breathing out a long stream of air from his nose to still his beating heart. Death was a lingering thing, however attachments and loved ones were hardly ever a part of Wesley’s agenda…not until now. So, staring one final time at the coffee, at the letter, and at the light tap of spring rain against the glass he retold, “It’s happened.”
James enjoys the last cup of coffee he’ll ever have knowing that Clint Barton and Natasha Romanoff were the greatest couple he’d come to know…
When the mug was emptied, he stood up to leave, and it was the first time he’d leave empty cup of coffee as the person who brought Clint Barton, the worst news of his life.
