[basketball shorts and sneakersβthat's a thought that wanda will keep in mind for when one or another celebration comes around where gift-giving is expected. it's not like they'll see much use in abraxas, but maybe while he's lounging at homeβ
who is she kidding. sam doesn't have time to lounge.]
It's like losing her all over again. Except she was right there this time.
[and it had been lingering atop their heads, all this time, the knowledge that natasha is dead, solidly so, and there had never been a moment to really let that sink in. from one traumatic moment to another, from violence to even more violence, and then nothing but silence in the end.
wanda pulls back to look at sam proper, and it's clear as day on her eyesβhow she holds onto that pain.
natasha would really hate for them to just wallow miserably.]
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who is she kidding. sam doesn't have time to lounge.]
It's like losing her all over again. Except she was right there this time.
[and it had been lingering atop their heads, all this time, the knowledge that natasha is dead, solidly so, and there had never been a moment to really let that sink in. from one traumatic moment to another, from violence to even more violence, and then nothing but silence in the end.
wanda pulls back to look at sam proper, and it's clear as day on her eyesβhow she holds onto that pain.
natasha would really hate for them to just wallow miserably.]
You're paying, right?
[for the beer, that is.]