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Falling.
It was something everyone feared, the impending impact of the solid ground below. There would always be a consequence to falling, broken bones, head trauma, or even death, but, by god, was it wonderful.
Falling through the air, she became weightless. It felt as though she were flying. It felt as though she were free, like a bird finally being let out of it’s cage. The adrenaline rushed through her as the wind whipped her face. It was amazing. The experience of a lifetime.
Then it all went dark. Natasha felt the darkness surround her. She couldn’t see anything, she couldn’t even move her hands to try and see them. Did she even have hands? It was an odd sensation. It felt as though the darkness were a blanket, cradling her, but it also surrounded her like a crowd of staring strangers. It was not an inbetween of comfort and uncomfort but, rather, a mix of both that delved her into misery and happiness.
It was at this time that all her memorable memories flashed by. It was like the darkness, wonderful and horrible. Her training in the red room, having a family, losing the family, meeting clint, murdering Drakov’s daughter, joining the avengers, the avengers crumbling. The list trailed on. After every good thing there was something bad. Her life was a balance between good and bad, a yin and yang of events.
Then the realization set in. She wouldn’t get to try again. That was her life, and she couldn’t experience it anymore. So many problems left unsolved, so many opportunities left untaken. So much stuff left to do. She had barely even begun to live, then it all ended.
Her surroundings suddenly changed. She was now, not surrounded by darkness, but light. The light wasn’t blinding, it felt as though she were there in the first place, her eyes already adjusted to the brightness. Nat could finally feel again. She moved her hand up to look at it. It was just the same as when she fell. Everything felt the same, except there was no pain. The fall did no physical damage to her, but now she was alone. There was no one to be with her. No one to comfort or consult her. As far as she knew, she was forever stuck in this uncolored prison, with nothing to listen to but her own thoughts. She took a step forward, breaking the silence with the soft thud of her bare foot against the floor.
She sat down, for there was nothing else to do. She was at peace. She knew she did what needed to be done, and now all she had to do was hope that everyone got back safely.
Then a voice called out.