Death of a Widow 🕷
His eyes looked down upon the body of his friend. She was a fierce warrior—her eyes were gleaming with kindness and full of love. Now they were open with no soul inside of them.
Natasha Romanoff is dead.
She fought a great battle— and now she lies dead beneath his feet. The prince sighed and he felt tears come down his cheeks.
Natasha was like an older sister to him. She would hang out with him, show him things around Midgard. It was great. Now he has no older sister figure to look up to. Mystic still can imagine. His emerald eyes watched from his memories. Natasha fought bravely.
The prince didn’t want to even look at her anymore. There is no way they the prince can bring her back to life. Death works differently here in Midgard. Asgard has a different meaning to the word death. Mystical Lycanson stares at his grieving friends. To Mystic, Natasha was a sister like figure. She was brave warrior, and Friend.
To the Avengers, Natasha was part of their family. She was the one who knew the right thing, she kept many secrets, but she never kept the fact that she cared so much about her fellow Avengers. Mystical didn’t want to see this anymore. He backed away.
The thunder god looked at his brother. What is going on? Is he alright?
“Brother? Please— you’re going to be alright.” Thor said. His voice was low and he felt sad too. Mostly everyone who was close to the spy felt the same feeling. Sadness and Grief. It will take awhile for the Avengers to move on.
This moment in their life has taken a hit to everyone. Mystic sighed.
“No! I will never be alright. She was my friend— like the sister I never had. What am I to do?” The prince says. His emerald eyes glowed. Tears flowing rapidly, and of course his voice. It was shaking down to he bone.
There was no where to run.
He cannot leave this place. The prince looked down and he knelt down at the level of the corpse. His emerald eyes closed and he hugged Natasha’s lifeless body. She’s gone forever.
There is no way that she can be back. Can she? Mystic didn’t want to think some sort of fantasy: this was it.
Will the Avengers live on? (CIC)