[There isn't anything in life that has ever been fair, but that is so fucking unfair that he could laugh if he wasn't afraid it would be a very different noise wrung out of him. Time works differently. She still can't come home, because she will, most likely, return to that very moment. Or, fuck, maybe that's not even how this works anymore, given he watched Nebula waste Nebula and keep walking. But maybe he can make this choice, choose to stay for a time, and not miss a second back home.
(And? Would he keep getting older? Does time still work that way? How much more does he want to add to five years? Will Natasha get to become old and beautifully grey here?)
Wanda's grip is strong. Clint is aware that his is stronger, and so he takes care. Does not hold on with every ounce of desperation in him. But holds nevertheless.]
Are you happy here?
[Rather than keep asking after Natasha, someone who he is going to find without question.]
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(And? Would he keep getting older? Does time still work that way? How much more does he want to add to five years? Will Natasha get to become old and beautifully grey here?)
Wanda's grip is strong. Clint is aware that his is stronger, and so he takes care. Does not hold on with every ounce of desperation in him. But holds nevertheless.]
Are you happy here?
[Rather than keep asking after Natasha, someone who he is going to find without question.]