#v:endgame

[chyornaya-vdova]

@sorrythatwasmean

Natasha ended the call with Carol and leaned back in her chair. Steve made being the Avenger’s leader look so easy. Now that everyone left the compound to move on from their biggest failure ever this role was dumped on her now. Even though most of the team left, there were still things she had to do. Including checking on the remaining team members regularly. And help out whenever she could.

[chyornaya-vdova]

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Nothing’s ever good enough. Natasha’s worked so hard over the years, trying to find a way to reverse the snap, trying to keep the team together...And now years later, there are still no results and she’s now the only one left at the compound. She did stay in touch with the others, but it’s not the same. Not that it’ll ever be like before...Not matter how much she’d wish for it.

Nat leaned back in her chair. No one’s here to see her break down, but she still tried to hold back. Crying won’t help anyone.

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thescientistandtheotherguy cont:

There had been plenty of reason to celebrate, they had defeated Thanos once and for all and now had brought everyone back that was taken from the snap. It was a complete win but of course there was one down side, he was crippled for life and Tony was dead…

There was plenty of reason to drink, they had a wake for Tony and he had been drinking since then. He was outside of the cabin that was now just Pepper and Morgan’s, he and a few of the others hadn’t left yet. He was drinking hard liquor and chasing it down with beer, he was staring out into the lake where they pushed the reef out to mark his passing and he thought. He was brought out of his thoughts when he heard someone coming, he turned and saw who it was, “Oh, I thought you’d beee in bed nows.” he said slurring too Natasha as he went back to the sereneness of the lake and the night, it seemed the stars gleamed a little bit brighter.

“Not yet.” She answered and stood beside him. “I was looking for you. You’ve been drinking a lot tonight.” Well he wasn’t the only one. The whole team drank a lot that day, but Bruce wasn’t really the type of guy who’d want to get drunk. Even if Hulk’s not coming out.

“What are you doing out here?” Nat’s been drinking just as much as anyone else to both celebrate their victory, mourn their friend and try to forget even if it’s for a few hours, yet she’s the most sober person of the team. She’d probably could drink twice as much and be sober enough to have a normal conversation.

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greenwithgamma cont.

“Well that would be an awful waste of a perfectly good sandwich.”

Bruce smiled, a brow quirked at such a threat coming from the woman. He relented, however, hands raised in surrender as he leant back in his chair. The doctor felt no cause to argue with the other further; wanting just to lighten the air a little.

“Maybe. But you would’ve deserved it.”

Nat wasn’t in a good mood and someone telling her to look at the bright sight definitely won’t make things better. They lost too much to be in a good mood.

“I just...don’t feel like listening to another Captain America speech, okay?”

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reassembledfuture cont.

“We’re similar, you and I. Maybe I’ll even listen to you.” Pain, anger, torture - a lot of things went into making the perfect assassin. She doubted that Romanov would know how it felt to be pulled together and sent through unimaginable pain every time she either failed, or Thanos needed something, but that still didn’t mean she wasn’t scarred by what she had went through. She related to the pain behind those eyes more than almost all of her sisters.

“Thank you. I hate that we have had the same experiences - no one should go through such a thing. But it’s a comforting thought to know that you are not alone.”

“It is kinda comforting, yeah...” Nat was pretty sure that if the Red Room was capable of ‘upgrading’ her like this, they would’ve done it without a second thought. The failed super soldier serum, the graduation ceremony, the brain washings and the constant battle to survive there were hard enough for her.

“Let’s see how things work out. Some people can move on. And some don’t.” And if she’s being honest then she’d surely not be able to move on. Not really. “So, what are you doing now that Thanos is dead?”

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The Endgame// Dammitqueen

dammitqueen

Two day had passed, two days since her break down in the Foundry, since she had last seen Oliver. She ended up crying herself to sleep in the Foundry, sitting in Oliver’s chair, wishing that this wasn’t her life. Oh how she wished her heart didn’t feel like it had run through a blender, but it did. She didn’t think that it set good precedence to not show up for meetings that she set up, so she dusted herself off the next morning, showered in the Foundry and went to work. The blonde was also pretty sure that Jerry was tired of dealing with her mood swings, but he never said anything, for which she was thankful. 

They hadn’t only left the possibility of them back in Nanda Parbat, but any chance at happiness Felicity could find in another person. That was left behind as well. 

She sighed, rubbed her eyes, and turned back to her computer. 

“Felicity Smoak?” A soft accented voice called from the doorway of her office. She looked up to see a petite woman unaccompanied. Surprised, Felicity nodded and stood from the desk crossing to the woman who entered her office. “I am Tatsu. You know Oliver Queen correct?” Felicity winced, closing her eyes at the name, but she nodded minutely. Silently sending Dig an auto programmed 911 text. What if this woman was part of the League? 

“I did, yes? Why?” 

“You must fight for him. If you love him you must fight for him.” 

Felicity paused, who was this woman? What was she talking about? Felicity took a step back, crossing her arms. If she stalled long enough Dig would be here, and then she wouldn’t feel so cornered. “Oliver is gone. There’s no one to fight for. You should probably go.” Stone faced, Felicity gestured to the door were her EA had re-entered, which was sadly reassuring. Maybe this woman wouldn’t kill her if there was more than one person here. 

“If you don’t, he will unleash something terrible on this city, your city and loved ones will be harmed! Do not let this history be repeated.” 

“What are you-” Felicity was just about to question the lady when all of her computers binged at the same time. She ran to the screens typing away at the system trying to find him. Oliver Queen was back in Starling City with the League. She looked up just in time to see Diggle and Lyla enter her office ready to spring into action. The look of horror on her face made everyone pause. “The tracker worked, Oliver’s back.” She turned the computer screen to the group, which had surveillance video of Oliver handing a small vial over to Maseo. 

Diggle expected someone to gasp at the turn of events but he was not expecting it to be the newcomer. Tatsu’s look of horror was something that drove them all to concern and had Felicity dialing the Team to the new headquarters.