Right, so. I watched it at midnight on April 24, part two of a marathon that started with Infinity War at 9 pm on April 23. The earliest, firstest showing possible without a press pass. My hubby graciously agreed to come with me; we came home at 4 am but that was okay because I took the morning off. So far, so ... normal?

I walked out with my mind blown, and will stay on this thread and squee and weep and rejoice and gush for as long as you guys will have me.

A few random thoughts (incomplete because I need to see it again):

1. I was stunned by what happened to Natasha. Already, there are voices on the internet to the effect "why do they always kill off the females..." Well, statistically speaking and since Gamora comes back and one of the Nebulas survives, she's the only one, against a number of gone-for-good guys (Pietro, Heimdall, Loki, Vision, Tony...) But far more importantly, Natasha's death was no "killing off". This was the ultimate choice and an act of supreme agency, of someone who had become the center of her found family ("I had nothing, until I had this"), to the point where she gave herself to make them whole again. A soul for a soul. Let no one cheapen her journey, her sacrifice and its meaning by calling her death anything else.

2. And yes, I will write a fix it.

3. The little fannish Easter eggs! "That's a far cry from Budapest." (My husband snorted so loud, I missed the next bit of dialogue.) "I knew it." Korg lives!

4. The revisiting of scenes, or going behind them (what happened in between the "arrest" of Loki and his ascent with Thor; so THAT's how HYDRA got the sceptre...

5. The emotional punches just kept coming. Thor getting to see his Mom again. Tony and Howard talking about fatherhood... "Eventually, we become friends. And ... sisters." That phone call from Laura (*cough* good thing Ronin kept Hawkeye's mobile all those years... *cough*). Pepper's final acceptance of who Tony is, and always was: "You can rest now." Cap finally gets his dance. *sniffles*

6. And finally, those endearing, hand-wavy plot holes. How did Valkyrie's winged horse get to Earth??? How come all the time-warped Thanos gang gets dusted, but Gamora 2.0 gets to stay - does the Snap have a filter after all? How many divorces will the sudden return of 3.5 billion people after 5 years cause, and how many will die of hunger because food production has been scaled down by 50%?

I could go on, but there's way too much for one post. Final Verdict: TOTALLY WORTHY.




Edited 2019-04-25 07:42 pm (UTC)

I have only just seen it so I'm still digesting but even while watching it I was thinking I NEED TO TALK TO YOU. Because you said time travel and you were right. And you said Clint facing the soul stone and you were right. And you said Clint's family and...well, Nat is *sobs*.

Also I was kicking myself after because actually heroic self sacefice completely fits with the arc i've seeing for Nat since Avengers and it works but damn it hurts.

Such a good film and send off for the last ten years. Trips down memory lane and "I am Iron Man." With potential for young avengers to step up,asgardians of the galaxy,the spin off tv shows, and alternate realities/dimensions were brought up... And as you say, reverberations and consequences after half the galaxy returning after 5 years. But one of my twitches with time travel is that I hate complete fix its in canon with no consequences. So. Even bigger scale that SHIELD is Hydra post-winter solider.

Anyway. I need to digest. And watch it again tomorrow.

And wipe my eyes.

I thought Gamora was a goner, too. But it was an intelligent snap so maybe it was "only the bad guys who worked for Thanos" and not just a general "everyone with his DNA has got to go" sort of thing. And I liked that, even at the beginning we see for her here, she was already starting to pull at the strings of her association with Thanos!

I think that the voices that complain about the killing off of females are maybe based on the fact that we watched a very emotional funeral scene for Tony Stark, with everyone from the MCU present to honor him, but there was no such thing for Natasha. Not even her sacrifice being somehow recognized by the rest of the world, who also got to live thanks to her. Not even -say- a memorial at the Barton farm, as an act of remembrance by that family she died to help bring back.


Totally agree for the plot holes! Also, while I'm happy for Steve etc, what about the whole Agent Carter storyline? The mind boggles.

Since Nat dies, the Black Widow movie is definitely a prequel right?

I'm guessing so. I thought it might be anyway, because in a world of aliens and magic a spy story might be a bit old school, but if it's old school with future hints - like in Captain Marvel - that might work better I think.

Although my brain will still only believe a Black Widow film is actually going to happen ever when i'm sat in the cinema watching it lol.

I did some deeeeeep diving, and not that everyone wants to fall down the rabbit hole of those links LOL, but the reason people think it's a prequel is there was a fake spoiler with a synopsis that actually goes back to the script David Hayter wrote in 2004. There's a good roundup of that script here https://www.cbr.com/movie-legends-revealed-black-widow-nearly-beat-iron-man-to-the-big-screen/

If a script was written in 2004, that makes it a prequel about Nat's coming in from the cold a lot more likely. But the truth is AFAIK there have been no real spoilers about the BW movie (some supposed set photos on Twitter recently were from another project). Nicole Perlman wrote a treatment (not a script) in 2010, but said on Twitter in 2014 that she wasn't developing it. There wasn't anything really definitive about any BW movie until the news broke in Hollywood Reporter in October 2018 that ScarJo got paid $15M for a single standalone movie that she's producing. They went through something like seventy directors in six months and were thinking about hiring a man, until she brought in Cate Shortland in December 2018. (Lucrecia Martel said Marvel talked to her about directing the film, but said "They also told me, 'Don't worry about the action scenes, we will take care of that.'") Jac Schaeffer, who wrote The Hustle, co-wrote Captain Marvel movie and who's going to be the showrunner and pilot writer for the WandaVision series, had written a new script. Now Ned Benson is rewriting it, which is probably why the shooting was pushed back to June of this year. Scuttlebutt is Benson is adapting a story about a woman bringing down the Aryan Brotherhood in Texas and ScarJo was attached to it, but who knows. The Russos are now retired (they say) and have nothing to do with it, and the writing team said they weren't even sure when drafting EG (i.e. Nat's death) if there would be a BW movie. (They said something hilarious like "Well, they knew what we wanted to do and didn't say anything about not doing it.")

tl;dr There are a lot of Black Widow ideas floating around (Nathan Edmondson wrote the opening pages of a script and posted them for free on his website a while back) and the prequel spoiler is really dubious.

Depressingly, a whole lot of stories about Nat are only about her Red Room backstory, so that'll probably factor in anyway.

I just came from watching it and what.the.fuck.

More tomorrow, after I get over the shock.

yeah, that's basically my thoughts as well.

I saw it yesterday and I’m .... still in shock?? I’m debating seeing it again over the weekend to condense my thoughts properly.

I think the worst thing is that I absolutely loved it, and (almost) everything made sense with character arcs and Tasha and .... Its not really okay but it all comes full circle and I can’t argue with it. Ughhhhh

I’m hoping they pull some comic nonsense to get her back (a la Tales of Suspense ...) but I’m not too optimistic about that. (I feel like Scarlett doesn’t want to return? Idk but then there’s the maybe BW movie so who knows?)

But but but I loved the time travel (ass of America!), and I have such a soft spot for Tony I loved his whole arc “I am iron man”. I really liked how everything concluded, and wrapped up the movies so far. Like I could walk away from the MCU now and be content with everything.

"Its not really okay but it all comes full circle and I can’t argue with it." Pretty much sums it up. The best I can say is they honoured the characters' choices, and that brings a different kind of fulfilment.

"Its not really okay but it all comes full circle and I can’t argue with it."

That's it, that's my whole problem wrapped in a bow!

Argh!!!!! I'm JUST out of the movie and don't quite know how to deal with it.

On the one hand I got the Happy Ending for Cap and Peggy that I so desperately wanted.

On the other hand, I did not get anything like I wanted for Clint and Natasha.

People better be writing some Fix It FanFiction after this. Hell, I might have to get off my butt and write some fixitfic. =(

This movie is definitely full of "wait, I didn't want it like that" or "what about this" or "no, no, nononononooooooo". I think a lot of Fix it Fics should be flooding the internet soon!

I saw it without a support staff (aka friends who wouldn't mind me sobbing uncontrollably) so I felt I held in a lot of my feelings during the movie with only a few uncontrollable sobs but my glasses will definitely need a good cleaning tomorrow morning to get the crust of salt off of them!

I lovedLovedLOVED the girl power moment with the lineup of ALL the ladies protecting the stones. I loved the sacrifices and the moments that it felt they gave to all the characters. I had titles running through my head like crazy and so many good ideas for character colorations for the fandom bags I haven't created yet (because I've only got 8 done so that leaves me like THREE THOUSAND more).

I think I'm going again Saturday and then again next week sometime. Definitely a few more times in the theater so I can cram all of it in my memory banks! If we don't stop watching, it won't be the end. I'm looking forward to Phase 4 but... I don't think I"m ready to let go just yet.

And Cap... what a silver fox!

What a journey this has been!

"I lovedLovedLOVED the girl power moment with the lineup of ALL the ladies protecting the stones."

Yes! What a scene! What an epic frigging scene!


"Definitely a few more times in the theater so I can cram all of it in my memory banks! If we don't stop watching, it won't be the end. I'm looking forward to Phase 4 but... I don't think I"m ready to let go just yet."

I'm right there with you. Thankfully, there's always fanfiction...

OK, now I've processed things a bit, and I've also managed to sort out my messy feelings, which yesterday night were basically a huge skein of denial.

I loved it and hated it at the same time.

Loved it, because it was everything it should be: quick and smart and funny and just the right side of complicated, and it had everything it should have: battle and drama and heroics and the necessary comic relief.

But I hated it for Natasha. God, how I hated that ending.

To make myself clear: I think that this was the ideal ending for her character, given the arc that was kicked off with Joss Whedon's horrific choices in AoU. I would hate for Natasha to serve as Clint's consolation prize, and I would also hate for her character not to receive a "full circle" like Tony's and Steve's did. But I have to admit that seeing Laura Barton alive and well at the final scenes of the movie, while Natasha's body was rotting at Vormir, kind of made me mad (even more so because Laura was a totally unnecessary piece of canon, born out of a director's narcissistic need to somehow differentiate himself - well congrats Joss, you sure differentiated yourself by producing MCU's worse movie by far). I wanted my girl alive and happy and walking off into the sunset with her man, so sue me.

So while I think that the Russo brothers did the best they could with the mess they inherited from Whedon and AoU, I still didn't like the ending, because I didn't like that character arc for Natasha to begin with.

Anyway. (sighs)

Once more we chose a late night screening, which meant that the theater was full of nerds and aficionados who cried when Tony died and laughed their asses off with the Lebowski references, and isn't it amazing when one hundred strangers are connected with something?

Also: what the hell happened in Budapest. If there's ever a Black Widow prequel, I really hope it will give us some answers.

The end of an era, guys! Now I'm gonna need many, and I mean a very great deal of many, fix-it fics.

Edited 2019-04-26 03:12 pm (UTC)

But I hated it for Natasha. God, how I hated that ending.

I really think that, more than anyone, Nat deserved the chance to fight alongside the rest of the Avengers in the final battle. In many ways, she's the link between many of the Avengers (she recruits Stark and Banner, she's already partnered with Barton, she works beside Steve in Winter Soldier). She's clearly someone that Fury trusts. She's also the one who has been holding down the fort at Avengers HQ during End Game. Having her end up being killed off to give the rest of the team emotional pain is just a waste of a perfectly good character.

What I think would have been the PERFECT end for her story arch of redemption would have been to have Nat be the one who picks up Thor's hammer. Because 1) she can lift Mjölnir in comics canon and 2) what better way to show that she'd repaid her debt than to be "worthy"?

Hi friends, new and old!!! I’m back thanks to alphaflyer pointing me in this direction! I’m on my cell and it took awhile for me to set up an account here for some reason. At any rate...

WHAT A MOVIE!!!! It was so much of everything jam packed into one. Still trying to sort out my feelings. Overall I really enjoyed the movie, I was laughing almost nonstop. Except you know. The tragic parts. I didn’t take AoU very well back in the day but I handled EG much better. I gained a lot of perspective on the interests of the filmmakers, the interests of the fans, and the crazy place it connects and separates. All of this is to say that for me, the films themselves are just a jumping off point for my love of these characters. But the true effect is what is going on in my head. That’s the “reality” of these characters and stories for me, and that is affected by the script, the actors, fanfic, discussion amongst fellow fans, and what my brain and heart deem worthy to embrace. And holy hell. This was THE MOST CLINTASHA film ever, which is quite the feat after the first Avengers . Their love was focused on and palpable and god I love them so much. Would *I* have preferred a different conclusion? Yes of course. But I also know the filmmakers were looking so closely at the characters and storylines and where they have come from and what would be the most compelling “ends” for all of them- and you know what? They are making the movies and not me. But man oh man, did they give me A LOT to work with in my enjoyment of these characters and headcanon fodder and I cannot wait to read all the glorious fix-it fics that will result!

Also? I totally don’t think Natasha is permanently dead. Like she may be but these are comic book movies. Loki and Steve both broke the timeline. Steve returned the soul stone. Just... weirdness in general.

General EG comment- I both loved and thought the fanservice was too much. They referenced all the films and all the little moments and it was great but after awhile.... like we get it. It’s the end of an era. But I feel like the film was too self-aware of what it was.

SUPER CURIOUS about the BW movie and the tv shows- a lot of “deceased” characters getting more screen time. All prequels? Or alternate timelines?? 🤔

Also did anyone else notice that little Nathaniel Pietro is now named after 2 characters that sacrificed themselves in order to save Clint? Excuse me while I cry forever.

Did anyone else notice the kid standing alone at the funeral? I know it wasn't just me because the internet has informed me that it's the kid from Iron Man 2! I'd heard something about him potentially being part of Phase 4 so I love that he was in this movie. I'd thought that maybe they'd forgotten about him (or conveniently pushed his character under the rug) since the Stark & Peter relationship turned into such a mentorship.

And I adore even more that he was standing alone. As far as fandom is concerned, at this point in time, no friendships have been formed. No bonds have been made. He's just a kid. Standing alone at the funeral of a mentor. Feeling things. Seeing the community that surrounded Stark.

Yeah, I wondered who that lone kid was!

A snippet of a moment that I needed to see. Not beta'd because mine hasn't seen the movie yet.
No rating, no warnings.

Title: Found
Word Count: approx 700
She told him there would be redemption. Not in so many words, but that’s what Clint held onto during the flight back to New York. He hadn’t been in the States for years, choosing to right the wrongs in other places that didn’t have a base of operations for Earth’s Mightest Heroes. All he’d cared about was finding a wrong and righting it.

Funny thing was, as much as he distanced himself from his old group of friends, the closer he got to them. There were whispers about the work they were doing all around the world and he ran into them constantly. The word “Avenger” still brought hope with it, no matter the state the world was in.

“Are you one of them?” a grateful woman has asked, holding her bleeding child close because he was safe at home and not fodder for some foolish man’s dream of dominating the weak around him. “Are you one of the Avengers?”

“Just helping out where and when I can,” he’d answered, gruffer than usual. Kids always got him down deep where he’d pushed all his feelings. His memories. His might-have-beens.

She hadn’t looked like she believed him. It was the first time he’d given out a name, hoping to dissuade the villagers from thinking he was anything special. Ronin had just been at the tip of his tongue, coupled with a fleeting memory of a long-ago movie night with Nat curled up beside him with her usual non-stop commentary and a bowl of over-buttered popcorn. There was meaning behind the name that he didn’t think anyone else got in that dusty village.

The silence between them on the flight had gotten heavy with unspoken words and complicated emotions. Just when he thought he might jump out of his seat and race for one of the exits, Nat had turned to him with her lopsided grin like nothing had put a distance between them. “Ronin? Really?”

“You heard about that?” It wasn’t really a question. Of course, she’d found out the name. He knew that she would. The part of him that had hated hiding from her (because he knew this whole five-year long ordeal had been about hiding from his oldest friend and not because he’d been yearning to work alone) had known she would recognize the name and would come looking for him.

He had wanted her to make it better but had known that she couldn’t and hadn’t been been ready for the consequences of watching her fail him.

“Of course, I heard about it, Clint. Everyone heard about it. It was just a matter of getting one step ahead of the shadow.” The hurt was thick in her voice again but her eyes were clear. She wasn’t looking guilty or sad or hopeful. God, he didn’t think he could look at her again if she was going to look hopeful. He was no one’s answer to anything right now.

“I needed to,” he didn’t want to say it out loud, knowing that it would only disappoint her but he couldn’t stop the words from spilling out, “hurt people.”

“Did it help?”

He thought she might try to absolve him. Tell him it was okay. But he’d forgotten that she was the Black Widow who knew all about red in ledgers and needing to find outlets for pain when it seeped out from the hidden places.

“No.”

“It never does. But neither does trying to help people. Pain has to work itself out without any help or hindrance from us.”

“Who,” he began to ask but then thought better of it. He didn’t want to know who was left. It didn’t matter. What was done, was done. He couldn’t take mourning more people. Instead, he shook his head and started over again, “I like the ombre thing you’ve got going on.”

She fingered the end of her braid. “I hated the blonde. It was a reminder of having to hide. But I also didn’t want to forget that I’d been hiding. It seemed important to hold onto a reminder that some things got better.”

His jaw clenched but he held in the immediate retort. She noticed and looked away, probably thinking his anger was her fault. It was only his fault, though. He hadn’t done enough while they’d been alive. If he’d been there, there would have been purple-people blood dripping from an arrow on his mantle and the world would have been safe. If, if, if, if, if...

“I’m glad you found me.” His voice was soft but he could tell from the way her body softened that she heard him.

Her hand found his again. “I’m glad you let yourself be found.”


Edited 2019-04-27 02:31 am (UTC)

Oh, I love this! Your writing muscles are still fully intact!! <3

Here's a bit of mine, from a story I posted a year ago (Heart and Soul):

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You’d have thought the End Times would come with a bang or a flash of lightning, followed by eternal darkness. Not so, apparently. The apocalypse, it turns out, has a half-life.

The walking wounded are everywhere. Watching loved ones, colleagues or even perfect strangers disintegrate has left no one unaffected. Many are empty husks around the holes where their hearts used to be. Some manage to hold on and get on with things, even take advantage of the general paralysis; others will never be the same and are moving like ghosts, dragging chains that get heavier by the day.

If Clint is able to move more sharply and faster than others it’s only because he’s had to do it so often – losing his parents, his brother, the circus, S.H.I.E.L.D., watching comrades-in-arms fall. The ability to carry loss is a suit of armour Clint Barton has kept polished all his life; it keeps him on his feet now.

In most cities, remnants of authority and people with a sense of duty are rallying to keep basic services running, for a population that wavers between numbness, despair and screeching fury. The attempt works wherever public servants, trying to cling to some form of normalcy even if there may not be a pay check or things to buy with it, show up to work in power stations and hospitals, in police detachments and bus depots. But there are not enough of them to deal with all the elderly, the disabled, the very young suddenly left without caregivers. The dying continues in a seemingly endless series of aftershocks.

Elsewhere, street gangs, preppers and survivalists gloat over their ammo stockpiles, ready to seize their chance to prove who’s the fittest among them. The “well-regulated militias” the Second Amendment waxed on about have nothing on the wannabe warlords now rising from their basements and fallout shelters, armed to the teeth.

Clint loses count of how many store robberies he breaks up on his way across the land; how many small-town diners he saves from a hostile takeover in exchange for a free meal; how many times he ends an attack on a courthouse or other vestige of civilization with maximum prejudice. Or how many orphaned, starving kids he takes to places where they might find food and shelter, maybe even fill an empty space in someone’s heart.

He’s hardly being a hero though, let alone an Avenger. Truth is, there’s a comfort in the pattern of taking and saving lives; it’s like riding a Harley down a mountain road - one hand on the throttle, the other on the brake, but always moving, moving. And the gas is free while there’s unmanned stations and abandoned vehicles to tap.

One place he comes to is a farm, under siege by a gang of marauders because it promises meat and food for those who can’t be bothered to grow stuff for themselves on one of the many places lying empty. When he’s done with them and the bodies are burning on a stack of last year’s hay, the woman who’s been holding the place together for her surviving kids asks him to stay the night, to share a meal.

She’s half Asian, Japanese probably, although he doesn’t ask. Smart, college-educated, self-sufficient – and in mourning for her husband and youngest child. What Laura would be if the Great Death had taken him instead of her, and so he says ‘yes’ against his better judgment. After dinner, the surviving two kids in bed, she makes it clear that she knows who he is.

“I don’t suppose the Avengers could have stopped it?” she asks, looking at him with a mixture of resentment and despair.

Clint just shrugs.

“Don’t know if they ever got the chance,” he says. “Haven’t heard from them.”

He can see in her eyes that she knows he’s speaking the truth.

There’s been no word of his old team, except for that pundit who'd been whining about Ross’ failure to call them in. Ross himself, when he shows his face on TV, continues to be conspicuously silent on the subject.

There’s no way Cap wouldn’t have put up a fight, so the way Clint figures is that they tried and lost, someplace where the TV cameras didn’t reach and bystanders were too busy surviving to point cellphone cameras. And now, if statistics hold, half of his erstwhile friends will be gone. More, if some went out fighting before the Vanishing. Or if the fucking destiny fairy that took all of Clint’s family had another joke at his expense.

(Natasha?)

Over a bottle of scotch Clint had scored from one of the would-be raiders – corpse looting is a thing now, and he’s not above it - the farmer, Kuniko, tells him he reminds her of a wandering samurai.

“If you can’t be part of the Avengers anymore, you could always be Ronin,” she says.

He stays for three days, fixing a tractor, installing a tripwire system, helping bring in the hay for the cows. Kuniko offers him her bed for the night, but that’s not a comfort Clint needs, nor is it one he is ready to give. He does take her up on her offer of a haircut though – it’s been a while - and says nothing when she shaves the sides of his head in the style her husband apparently liked.

But when he leaves, he holds on to the name she’s been calling him, because it’s a gift and those are rare nowadays: Ronin.

Others who recognize him along the way aren’t as forgiving.

“You could have stopped it,” someone says. “Aren’t you supposed to be heroes?” And another, “There were no aliens until you freaks put Earth on the map.”

It’ s your fault, he hears. You failed.

They’re both right and terribly wrong, of course, but now when he does his killing and saving and killing, he puts on a mask and a suit. Vision always said there is grace in failure, but peace - that requires anonymity.

I don't really know if I want to talk about my feelings about the movie because I was already up until 6am last night ranting to a friend but...

I have a lot of fics I'm now suddenly working on and no matter what, I'm happy with that outcome :)

I find it easier to talk in person after marvel films because then I can do a lot of incoherent noises and handwaving to get my emotions across rather than having to write coherently lol.

FICS. YES PLEASE. I was hoping that getting more Clint and Nat screentime would mean more fics :)

I am so not okay.

If anyone has any comfort fics to rec, please do.

Pretty much everyone has brought up my problems with the movie so I'll focus on what I liked about it.

The scene in Tokyo where Natasha saw how broken Clint was, that the loss of the Farm Family destroyed him and the only way he could cope with the loss was going after bad guys who had guns with a sword. That Natasha finally showing up meant there was hope and he didn't want to give in to it.

Natasha saw Clint and knew that if he kept going down this road it would only lead to more heartbreak on her side. But she was giving him a different choice, like he'd done all those years ago.

Also that it was Clint and Natasha at the end, because Clint was Natasha's family before anyone else.

And since I live in Chicago (where putting ketchup on a hot dog is considered a Mortal Sin), when Nate said that's what he wanted on his hot dog it got a solid laugh from the crowd.

because Clint was Natasha's family before anyone else that's such a good way of putting it! Especially with all the empahsis on Natasha having found her family and her calling.

So I’m intentionally late to this party. I saw EG on Thursday night and am just now able to be coherent about it without crying. I loved it. Of course I’m devastated at the loss of Nat and Tony. But without Nat’s ultimate sacrifice, Thanos wins. I don’t think she could live with herself knowing she could’ve saved trillions of lives. And certainly not with letting Clint take the fall. Her ledger is clean. That was her quest and she achieved it on her terms.

That said, I hate that she’s gone. HATE it. I’ve gone from camping out along that river in Egypt to building a permanent residence there. I need all the Clintasha fix-it fic. All of it!! Can we have a prompt-a-thon dedicated to fix it fic??

Thanks to the best bar for being there and helping us adjust to the new canon and allowing us to bask in the best of times past.

*support group hug*

Once enough time has passed - because spoilers are awful - I see no reason why we can't have something like a Fit It Fest. If people haven't already written them all by then because I think some of the bar are already on it! I'm... too soon. I need to bury myself in old school happy times for a bit I think :)

I found this interesting post from matts avocados on tumblr:

I HAVE A HOT TAKE ABOUT THE SOUL STONE SCENE

WE all know that it’s Natasha sacrificing herself, not Clint sacrificing Natasha. And I don’t think the soul stone can be “tricked” per se. That is, it doesn’t believe that Clint sacrificed natasha, just as we know that isn’t the case.

By sacrificing herself Natasha “loses that which she loves the most” - her family, the avengers. It wouldn’t have worked if Clint jumped because: Natasha isn’t the one sacrificing him, and the avengers are not the ones he loves the most. But they are to nat. It had to be her of all 6 of them. Of all of them, the avengers mean the most to natasha.

I have also now spotted:

- when they first go to visit Tony, Natasha is wearing the arrow necklace

- at Vormir Nat attaches one her bites to Clint to rope him to the cliff. On the time travel platform after Clint is wearing her bite around his wrist.

I just came back from seeing the movie the first time and I'm still very tender and raw... hoping you all can make me feel a little more whole. ::wibble::

Aww *support group hug* It hurts but it's good but it hurts *sobs*. We're with you!