"When you were young you used to dream about fires,
And scream into the night,
To find me standing barefoot at your side,
And I used to whisper it would be alright and lay down at your side,
And take your tiny hands into mine,
And how, was I to know?
I'm not strong, I should've saved you,
And oh, I hope you know,
That you're my home, but now I'm lost, so lost,
I'm gonna carry your bones, I'm gonna carry them all,
I'm gonna carry you home, and oh,
I'm gonna bury these bones, I'm gonna write it in stone,
That you were my home,
My home."
- Forest Fire, Brighton.
"No, not a chance in Hell-"
"Tony, you have to let them look her over properly."
"Not happening. She's just got back, she's been through a lot. Give her some time-" After Natasha fixed him with a stern look, Tony finally conceded, "Fine. But it needs to be quick."
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