Ending 2
Her legs fly out from beneath and she lands next to a discarded purple bow.
Clint's bow.
Natasha reaches for it, a sob escaping her throat.
No.
"Tasha?"
Natasha's head jerks up and in seconds she is running towards Clint.
His arms wrap around her and she buries her face against his neck.
They are both crying, both stunned and in shock.
But both alive.
"He did it." Clint croaked. "Sam just..."
"I know." Natasha whispered.
"How many of our friends are dead?" He held her tighter, shuddering with every breath.
Natasha is overcome by pain and sick relief that Clint is alive when she realises that the universe means the universe.
With shaky hands, she takes her phone out and the two hold it between them as they call home.
''You've reached the voicemail of Laura Barton. Leave a message after the tone."
Clint hunches forward, hand covering his mouth.
Natasha calls one last number, holding her breath.
They would answer if they were okay.
They always answer.
But the phone rang.
And no one answered.
Natasha didn't feel herself falling until she was on the floor, phone sliding from her grip.
Clint joined her, agony and tears etched into features as he held Natasha.
It hadn't been enough.