endgame - taylor swift ft. ed sheeran, future

[danceoffs]

big reputation, biiig reputation, oooh you and me we got a biiiig reputation....

here be spoilers, u know what to do

gamora

deserves better club

n. romanoff

ur name is too long

peter quill

saturday night fever

tony stark

irony man

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5 years au :]

[anythingreal]

[They're gone. That's all there is to it. Thanos snapped his fingers and they disappeared, yes, but it really felt like they were gone the moment Thanos said he destroyed the stones. She had held out hope...

But that's enough of that. Natasha wipes at her eyes and minimizes the files of the lost on the holoscreen. She has an important meeting with one of those space guys in a few minutes. It had started out as a meeting with two of the space guys. Then a holo-meeting started with someone mentioning Clint and Rocket suggesting they kill him. She couldn't tell if it was a joke or not; she'd just seen red.

So she chose to see Gamora on her own. She hasn't talked to the daughter of Thanos much, but she respects her. She was made into a weapon, forced into a life she didn't want, and then ultimately was given a second chance with a family she found. Nat can relate on a significant level, enough that her heart aches for her. Most of Gamora's family is gone.

It reminds her why she's doing this, keeping the universe together with the few people left who give a shit. There are still people here who deserve a life, deserve to move past this. Even if Natasha isn't one of them.

She steps out on the ship landing pad, her red-blonde braid flying wildly behind as Gamora lands their ship. She nods when Gamora opens the hatch and steps out, giving a polite smile.]

Good to see you. Thank you for coming, Gamora.

awww shit here we go

[zenwhoberi]

[thanos had never been short on reminders of what he could take from her.

her life, he'd say without actually saying it, would always be in his hands. her losses would only ever be his gain, her victories in combat would only ever be his. his favor had rested on a fragile thread, balance forever easily tipped in one direction or the other. life, death; all could be taken, and none could be grasped.

but for four years, she'd been foolish enough to let herself almost believe that things could be different. that she'd been free and safe, surrounded by people she loved and who loved her in return, that she could sleep without a dagger under her pillow and could wake up surrounded by warmth and soft, off-key humming in her ear. her mistake had been to let her guard down, to ignore the voice she'd known was there in the back of her mind warning her of the truth.

thanos is gone, dead by the joint effort of her and her sister's hands, but the satisfaction of his death would never belong to her, to them. on top of drax, mantis, groot, peter, he'd taken that, too.

she emerges from the jump point just above terra's — earth's — atmosphere, and her heart sinks to the pit of her stomach, just as it always does. a tear rolls out of the corner of her eye, just as it always does. it's been just over three years; she doesn't believe that will ever change.

nothing will change, no, but they've found some good people along the way. tony stark had shown her a great deal of kindness before he'd (understandably) left the fight behind him. carol is a formidable ally and is steadily becoming something close to a friend. she doesn't know natasha that well, but she likes her; there's a kindred understanding that comes with similar priorities.

natasha — who she's due to meet with in approximately five minutes.

gamora mentally shakes herself and eases the benatar into its landing cycle, sinking below the clouds and toward the avengers compound. there's no more time to dwell now than there ever has been.

her breaths are calm and her hands are steady by the time she touches down on the landing pad and steps out of the hatch to meet the other woman. she doesn't quite return the smile, but she gives a nod in return. of course, it says.

they walk in silence for a moment toward the compound. then:]

I apologize for Rocket. He doesn't know when to let some things go.

[she'd been on parts of the call, in and out of jump points, but had gotten the gist.]