How does he even answer that, how does he even begin to explain.
They've all scattered to the wind. He's been alone in grieving her, not because no one else does, but because none of them could hold onto each other over having other things to hold onto. Scott's back in San Francisco, Clint's with his family, Wanda... damnit, Wanda broke, and Sam wasn't there for her either.
It's a mess. So he just looks at her, and he swallows hard, the lump in his throat and all the anguish with it. He doesn't let her go, because he doesn't think he could hold himself together if he had to right now.
He wants to tell her that there wasn't even a body, only Clint's explanation of Nat falling on Vormir, and ever since his dreams of Riley falling regularly feature her face, leaving red on the desert sands and not enough to be gathered together and put in a box to be brought home. Just a chasm of grief no one will ever quite understand.
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And that's a loaded question, isn't it.
How does he even answer that, how does he even begin to explain.
They've all scattered to the wind. He's been alone in grieving her, not because no one else does, but because none of them could hold onto each other over having other things to hold onto. Scott's back in San Francisco, Clint's with his family, Wanda... damnit, Wanda broke, and Sam wasn't there for her either.
It's a mess. So he just looks at her, and he swallows hard, the lump in his throat and all the anguish with it. He doesn't let her go, because he doesn't think he could hold himself together if he had to right now.
He wants to tell her that there wasn't even a body, only Clint's explanation of Nat falling on Vormir, and ever since his dreams of Riley falling regularly feature her face, leaving red on the desert sands and not enough to be gathered together and put in a box to be brought home. Just a chasm of grief no one will ever quite understand.
He doesn't say it. Instead: ]
Were you?