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Pt. 2: Marshmallows
It was late by the time they had arrived home, actually a smidge past midnight.
So, of course, neither of the two would have expected to run into anyone.
As far as (f/n) was aware of, Natasha was away on assignment.
It was one she didn't bother to disclose too much information on, which wasn't too much out of the ordinary because Nat never really revealed too much about where she was going, or what she'd do when she left.
It was always confidential, and everyone knew to not ask.
The redhead had left two days prior on a starless night, dressed in her form-fitting black uniform, leaving with nothing more than what was on her.
And though she was strict about what she'd reveal about her missions, she did, however, offer a small smile, along with her goodbye as she usually did.
Clint Barton had long left, announcing his retirement with a tired and half-hearted smile following up the battle in Sokovia. Prioritizing his family was beyond anything else, and seeing the growing team, he decided it was a good moment to part ways.
And hell, (f/n) couldn't blame him, because if she had a family herself, she'd pick them over everything else in the world.
Bruce Banner was still MIA, his whereabouts being a mystery to everyone, and worry ensued for him.
He was a kind man with a heavy curse, one he had no control of, and the (h/c) haired young woman could only hope he found his way back soon, returning back home safe and sound. But for the moment, it seemed that he didn't want to be found and it was clear as day.
It was also plainly obvious that his departure had its effect on a certain member,
'That's probably why she keeps herself so busy now...' (f/n) thought to herself with a touch of sadness.
Thor had also decided to part ways, his face filled with conflict as he bid his farewell, seeming to have too much on his mind to express.
Up to date, he hadn't sent word back, and she wished there was a way to reach him, just to know if he was alright out there. (f/n) couldn't even begin to imagine what things lay beyond the earth, what other threats the thunder god took care of alone.
She could only hope that whatever dangers he encountered, they were no match for his might.
Wanda Maximoff had become an official member of the Avengers not long after the battle in Sokovia.
She grieved over the loss of her only kin, her hands empty as she realized she had nothing more left because everything she cared for had been there at her side until his final breath, bloodied on the battlefield.
However, Clint Barton assured her she had a place, that she could pull through because her young life was filled with promise.
Every day since then, the young woman worked tirelessly to gain more control of her strange powers, learning ways to expand the manipulation of them she had access to.
Vision, who had also become a member after the events aided her, the two becoming a close pair soon after, an obvious attachment grown between them during the duration of time.
They went together like youth and inexperience, and in a sense, they represented the two sides perfectly.
The artificial being, though not requiring rest, would often partake in the falls of slumber, most often times around 10, finding it to be a reasonable hour, whereas Wanda was a toss between ten or three, with no real indicator to which she would lean to.
