@sensesdialed liked for a post endgame starter
she’s silent as she works at clearing the kitchen counters to make more space. casseroles. what was with people bringing casserole after casserole? her husband was dead that didn’t mean she had the sudden craving for casseroles. she pauses at her thoughts, eyes squeezing as tight as her hands grip the platter, and then she’s calm, cool and collected again. she’s fine. she would be fine until she was alone and she could process. moving to the counter by the sink she noticed a picture above her. “oh.”
she reaches up on her tiptoes to grab it and gently caresses tony’s face before she’s smiling softly at peter. she turns to look at the boy who had gotten himself comfortable at the kitchen island and offers him the photo.
“he has..had..” she pauses, her throat clenches before she swallows thickly and continues. “all these pictures of the two of you. some of all of us and may of course. do you...do you want to look through them?”
