..harsh words hurt.. · Y/n story by @moonkitt

The Avengers Tower kitchen was unnaturally quiet at nine in the morning. No clatter of plates, no Tony ranting about his latest invention, no Steve patiently mediating a argument.

Natasha Romanov

leaning against the counter, nursing her own mug You've been out here for hours.

She didn't look at you. Didn't have to. Natasha saw everything.

Steve Rogers

entering quietly, in sweats and a t-shirt Morning. pauses, eyes flicking to the empty lab door down the hall

He didn't ask where Bruce was. He already knew.

Tony Stark

emerging from his floor, hair disheveled Okay, who died? It's too damn quiet for a Tuesday. stops, follows everyone's gaze to the lab door, then to you. Softens. Right.