She sat staring at the window, watching the rain hit and fall in rivulets down the glass, mirroring her tears.
Natasha never used to be a crier.
She was raised an assassin, her tears were a weakness and any weakness was to be suppressed or beaten out of her.
Then she met James. They had bonded over the fact that they were lost, broken souls. Brainwashed and warped into something unrecognisable. She hadn’t cried when she’d seen her escape from the red room and taken it, leaving him behind and not even looking back.
She hadn’t cried when Clint found her. When with his help they managed to piece together her past and she remembered clearly for the first time all the blood that was on her hands.
She hadn’t cried when a giant green monster chased her through the helicarrier, when her whole past was laid bare for the whole world to see, when she had been stood on a floating city and faced with certain death, when the family she had finally managed to build was ripped apart in front of her very eyes by an inability to open their damn mouths and talk, forcing her to once again uproot her life and abandon everything she knew in order to go on the run.
But then she’d ran into that clearing to see Vision’s grey body lifeless on the ground with the mind stone ripped from him. Steve slumped on the floor next to him, looking into the distance, barely able to process his whole world being ripped from under his feet for the second time. She’d looked around at the handful of her family she had left and the dam broke, her tears flowing freely for the first time she could remember.
Now it’s five years later and she’s barely been able to stop crying since.
It’s then that the glowing catches her eye from the edge of her vision and she turns to watch as the familiar streak that is Carol Danvers in flight zooms closer before disappearing onto the roof.
Nat hears the door open and wipes her eyes trying to pull herself together before she is found, but it’s only a few seconds later when Carol appears in the doorway in her full flight suit, short hair dripping from the rain.
“Hey,” Nat greets, wincing internally at the way her voice cracks on the word, “What brings you to my neck of the woods? I thought you were busy looking after the rest of the universe.”
“Well, at my last check in you looked like you could do with a little company so I cleared a space in my schedule.”
“Yeah you really look it,” Carol quips with a sad smirk, “You lost a lot, you’re allowed to not be fine, you know?”
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