Who: Tony Stark tony & Natasha Romanoff blackwidow_nat What: Commiserating When: Friday, June 14, evening Where: The Banner-Romanoff Home Rating: Reader Discretion is Advised Warnings: Spoilers for Avengers: Endgame. Sad discussion of major character death is sad. Status: Closed/Incomplete
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Morgan had enjoyed a full day already which meant getting her to stay in the living room to talk with Uncle Bruce was easy. Tony didn't even have to ask over one time. He'd have been offended by her eagerness to leave him if he hadn't needed her to be a good girl who stayed with Uncle Bruce.
Honestly, Tony wished he could have stayed with Uncle Bruce to let someone else have this discussion with Nat, but they were a unique pair in this place.
"So. How does it feel to be part of the Dead Heroes Club?"
Tony leaned against the doorway as he watched Natasha moving around her kitchen. The domesticity of the scene was at odds with his previous experiences with her. She looked the same though. Tony knew he did, too. He'd spent more than a few minutes looking at himself in his bathroom mirror trying to see if he could see any change since he'd died.
"We're the few, the proud, the deceased. I think it means we have to stick together. Every time I look at Morgan? I feel this insane urge to grab her and run until I forget about the horrible nightmare my life has turned into except if it weren't for this place? This new nightmare? I'd never get the chance to hug my baby girl again. I'd never hear her laugh again. See her smile. None of it. I wouldn't be able to be there for any of it because I made a choice. It was the right one. I know that. It still doesn't change the fact I don't want to be dead. What about you? Are you still traumatized or did they train you to accept death and resurrection gracefully in assassin school?"