the funeral

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I am evil.

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It was a nice service. It was held by the ocean, just where he said he wanted it. It was almost surreal to see how bright the day was, when to the group of people, it couldn't seem any more dark. And as his ashes were sent out to sea, if a few tears fell from the infamous Black Widow's eyes, nobody mentioned it.

The Avengers sat in the back in civilian clothing, not wanting to draw attention. After all, what would they say if someone came up to them, asking how they knew him? They were friends from work? That never seemed to cover it.

People were making speeches. Everyone was talking about how he was an excellent man, and all his heroic adventures. Half of them the heroes had never heard of. They hadn't known him that long, but it didn't seem that way.

It was just salt in the wound when someone would mention how he died saving the world.

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