𝟕𝟎 𝐲𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐬

𝓶𝔂 𝓵𝓸𝓿𝓮

The next day I was in the lounge. Talking to Bruce.

"Research is going really well. We've found some really interesting stuff." He said as I nodded.

"Oh stop boring her." Clint interjected, and I laughed. Bruce just smiled and shook his head.

"How are you dealing? With life as an avenger." Bruce questioned.

"Training is a lot. I've always been a moderately lazy person." We both chuckled.

Before he could reply my phone vibrated in my pocket. An unknown number displayed on the screen.

"Sorry." I said to Bruce and he held a hand out as I walked to the other end of the lounge and brought the phone to my ear.

"Hello?" I asked.

"Is this y/n Rogers?" The voice asked.

"Yes." I replied politely.

"You might want to sit down."

At this moment in time, I froze.

"Okay."

I sat.

"Y/n I'm so sorry, it's James."

My heart,
Lurched.

I didn't speak.

"His plane crashed, and sunk. It was the middle of the ocean y/n. We found him, but we were too late. We used CPR, until we found a tattoo. It instructed do not resuscitate. I'm so sorry. He's gone y/n."

The phone dropped to the floor.

My knees hit wood.

Breathing became difficult.

In 10 seconds, a persons life can change forever. A newspaper article, a tv report,

A phone call.

No one ever sees the end of everything coming. It's not something you can predict.

And I wasn't prepared

For the end, of my everything.