“You look like a ghost,” Clint replied.
“Good.” Tony pulled out a folded piece of paper—hand-drawn, crayon, with a heart in the corner. Morgan’s. “She left this in my suit’s boot last week. Said it was for ‘repairing the big donut in the sky.’” He smiled, small and real. “Let’s go fix it.” avengers-endgame
“One more,” Tony agreed. And then, quieter: “For her. For all of them.” “You look like a ghost,” Clint replied
He should leave. He’d said his goodbyes. But his boots stayed nailed to the wood. “She left this in my suit’s boot last week
From the rift came a figure, armored and glowing faintly, dragging a hammer that sparked with old storm-light. Thor looked thinner, his eyes clearer than they’d been in five years. Behind him, a raccoon with a blaster the size of his arm. Then a woman in red, feet barely touching the ground. And a man in a red-and-gold suit that Clint would know anywhere.
The lake was still. So still that the reflection of the cabin didn’t ripple, and the stars looked like pinned needles of light in a frozen sky. Clint sat on the dock, feet inches above the water, and watched the suitcases by the cabin door. The years had taught him that silence wasn’t empty. It was just waiting.