prologue
prologue
Natasha wishes she could run away. For the first time in her life, just run. Not for her sake, but for the sake of the man she loves.
She wants to pack their bags and take him away as far as she can, deep into the galaxy. She doesn’t care that even the galaxies aren’t safe, and nothing will stop him from doing what he thinks is right. Natasha knows this all too well. But none of this can contain the anger that bubbles in her chest, threatening to engulf her at all hours of the day, nothing can stop the constant feeling of fear and anxiety that runs rampant in her head.
Natasha doesn’t fear for her life, she hasn’t in a long time.
She fears for him, she holds her breath every time she sees his nostrils flare and his hands twitch, anytime anybody mentions a plan, a battle, a solution, for the moment he’ll step back onto the battlefield.
But almost more than anything, she hates the world. She hates them all. She hates that this is what she does, that this what he does. Because even she can’t deny that this is what he was born to do, what he was destined to do, no matter how much she tries. She hates that the entire world turns to him now, looking for answers, looking for someone to avenge their loved ones and their grieving souls.
Looking for someone to die for them.