Sᴛᴏᴘ Bᴇɪɴɢ A Dᴀᴅ: Aᴠᴇɴɢᴇʀs Wʀᴏɴɢ Nᴜᴍʙᴇʀ

||28|| Splatasha's Funeral

(Idea by GotDrunkOnJealousy )

(TW WARNING: Contains mentions of self harm :D cuz my brain is dark and honestly, quite realistic-

Also, I haven't been to a funeral since I was 2 so idk wot I'm doin')

Victoria recently gets back to the tower after Tony's funeral, when Bruce tells her that Natasha's is tomorrow.
The girl sighs.
Why did this have to happen? Natasha was always a mother/best friend figure to the girl, and Tony had also unofficially adopted her, and she lost both of them.

Life is messed up.

She passed out for 5 years and everything flipped upside down.
Two important people died.
Steve is old.
Clint is all emo.
Thor has a dad bod.
Wanda disappeared.

Thankfully, Bruce hadn't changed too much, I mean, he certainly missed everyone, but he didn't have some crazy shit happen to him.
Bucky and Sam blipped, so they're the same.
And sure, Peter had blipped too, but he took Tony's death pretty hard.

. . .

Vic wakes up the next morning with a smile on her face, sliding down the hall to the kitchen in her black, striped socks.
It isn't until she sees the small shrine that she remembers the past events.
Her smile falters immediately.

She sighs and trudges through the kitchen, pulling out her phone.

Vicky
I'm bored

Ned
You wanna come over and build with legos?

Vicky
1000% yes
But I'm kinda in the middle of something

Ned
Whatcha doing?

Vicky
Looking for a knife
The others are sleeping so that makes it the perfect time
Oo found one brb

Ned
Perfect time for what?
Vic?
HOLY SHIT

[Incoming call from Ned]

" 'sup."

"Vic, I understand that a lot of crazy shit has happened, and it's a lot, and it's sad, but this is not the way to deal with it!!!"

"What?"

"It's best to talk to someone when you're feeling this way."

"What way? Hungry..? Cuz ima make some breakfast...."

"Huh?"

"The others are sleeping, so ima have a turn surprising them with food.."

"..thank gaawwdd..."

"What did you think I was gonna do?"

"Heh, nevermind..i gotta get some homework done. See you Monday."

"See you Monday."

. . .

Victoria has her arms crossed as she leans against a tree, watching as people stand around the black coffin.
They're starting to share stories and stuff.
The girl looks up as a short brunette starts sulking her way over.