I won't apologize for coming out, because I am who I am, but I am sorry I never got the chance to reconnect. Death is funny that way.
I hope you were able to make peace with things. I know it's something I'm still working on.
Always your son, Alex
To Greg (My Lab Partner Last Year), from Ben
Hi, Greg,
I don't know if you remember me, but I still think about that time I snapped at you in class for copying my notes. I should have just offered them to you, since I knew you'd been out for family reasons. That was pretty jerky of me, and I'm really sorry.
I heard you got into Stanford, so good job! I hope all your other lab partners are much nicer than I was.
Wishing you well, Ben
To Grills, from Clint
Hey, Grills,
Sorry about what went down. You'll never get this, and I feel like that's on me. I shoulda done more. Been better.
Your former landlord, Clint
To Hank Pym, from Hope
Dad,
I didn't make your life particularly easy after Mom left, and for that I'm sorry. It's weird living in the same city but not being able to talk to you or Mom.
I miss you both.
Love, Hope
To Thor, from Loki
Dearest Brother,
There must be some form of dastardly magic that compels the truth from my pen, but
I'm sorry.
For all of it.
Your loving brother, Loki
To Yelena, from Matt
Yelena,
Sorry about your knee.
Your platonic cuddle buddy, Matthew Murdock, Esq.
To Tony(1), from Steve
Dear Tony,
We've had ample opportunity to hash things out while we've been here, and I think we're in a good place now, but I still have to say it.
I'm sorry for my part in the initial dissolution of our friendship. If I could have changed things and still had the same outcome—Bucky free and exonerated—but with a few tweaks (us being on the same side), I would have. This is probably a really crappy and wishful apology and doesn't amount to a hill of beans, but for whatever it's worth, I never meant to hurt you, and I'm sorry that I ever did.
Your friend, now and always, Steve G. Rogers
To Curly Q, from Quentin(1)
Hey, Q,
I'm sorry we got off to a bad start, and can't seem to be able to find our way to a good one. If there was something I could say or do, I'd say or do it in a heartbeat.
I genuinely hope you're able to be happy while you're here, and that you get to stay. If not for the possibility of reconciliation between the two of us, then for Eliot's sake. And your own.
We both get a chance to be happy here, and that's worth everything.
All the Best, Your Fellow Q
P.S.—That's what I'm going to start calling you from now on. "Fellow Q". Because "other" sounds so other, you know?