No matter how buried it gets, or how lost you feel, you must promise me that you will hold on to hope. Keep it alive. We have to be greater than what we suffer. My wish for you is to become hope. People need that. And even if we fail, what better way is there to live?
She smells like what damp earth smells like after a heavy rain and that perpetual scent of gunpowder, like it’s seared under her skin, and Clint’s trying to cling onto it all so hard that his hands are shaking.
“Natasha,” he breathes out without exactly knowing what he’s saying, just that there’s this raw, anxious ache in his chest that’s suddenly burst wide open and he can’t hold onto the pieces of him tightly enough. “Oh my god, Natasha. Natasha. Natasha.” — exerpt from x
It’s been so long, so long.
sometimes before it gets better, the darkness gets bigger
Tony Stark being Tony Stark.