[ Sam makes a strange noise as he winds his arms around her middle, tucks her close against him, just the smallest noise of despair. Does she know she's dead? Does she know he's been grieving her - among others - for three years and counting? He came back from the dead to learn she was just... dead and gone. One moment he'd been living with her and Steve for two years, never far out of sight or reach, and the next he watched Tony Stark die, learned Natasha was already dead, and had to watch Steve leave.
He's tried to keep it together, he really has. ]
Be gentle with me. I got a couple broken bones.
[ And still he holds her tight, trying to swallow his emotions lest they spill over and become everyone else's problem. He can't quite let go just yet, either. Sorry, Natasha. ]
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He's tried to keep it together, he really has. ]
Be gentle with me. I got a couple broken bones.
[ And still he holds her tight, trying to swallow his emotions lest they spill over and become everyone else's problem. He can't quite let go just yet, either. Sorry, Natasha. ]