( It's remarkable, how quickly Nat overtakes his thoughts like that. )
Yeah. It wasn't.
( Tony stares at his empty plate and deflates a little in his seat. Barton hadn't gone into detail, which meant it was worse than they all thought. He should ask her how she knows; why she knows. Years prior and he might have offered an acerbic snap, demanding she tell him, as if he somehow laid claim to his teammate's memory. As if getting angry would bring her back.
Now he's just tired, thinking of home and regrets and the fucking dead soul stone by his bed and the silence that had fallen in the hangar when they all realized Nat was gone. Turns out, getting by by not processing grief is still a shitty tactic that doesn't work, who knew. )
Yeah, sure, I'll... find something... ( but he falls silent. )
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Yeah. It wasn't.
( Tony stares at his empty plate and deflates a little in his seat. Barton hadn't gone into detail, which meant it was worse than they all thought. He should ask her how she knows; why she knows. Years prior and he might have offered an acerbic snap, demanding she tell him, as if he somehow laid claim to his teammate's memory. As if getting angry would bring her back.
Now he's just tired, thinking of home and regrets and the fucking dead soul stone by his bed and the silence that had fallen in the hangar when they all realized Nat was gone. Turns out, getting by by not processing grief is still a shitty tactic that doesn't work, who knew. )
Yeah, sure, I'll... find something... ( but he falls silent. )