[ She doesn't say anything else to Jarvis. Even though she appreciates his support (and restraint) more than she can express. She goes to her room and closes and locks the door. She ends up flopping on the floor next to her bed and has a good cry, still holding the bottle and glass in her hands.
The kind she never indulges in front of others. She can't allow herself to.
There's so many reasons why she cries, the main one being all the work and sacrifices that were made to protect the world they knew had all been in vain. Steve's sacrifice, Bucky's, all the soldiers and agents that had died in the line duty, everything her, Howard, and Jarvis had worked so hard to salvage. All of it, a waste if the future ends up the way Bucky described.
She has to make it right.
But right now... she needs to let it out while she has the space. It's hard to ignore one's heart being crushed. ]
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The kind she never indulges in front of others. She can't allow herself to.
There's so many reasons why she cries, the main one being all the work and sacrifices that were made to protect the world they knew had all been in vain. Steve's sacrifice, Bucky's, all the soldiers and agents that had died in the line duty, everything her, Howard, and Jarvis had worked so hard to salvage. All of it, a waste if the future ends up the way Bucky described.
She has to make it right.
But right now... she needs to let it out while she has the space. It's hard to ignore one's heart being crushed. ]