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TWENTY-EIGHT 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘧𝘦𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 ──────────
THE INHABITANTS OF the Sanctum Sanctorum were now all gathered together in the lobby, by the stairs. Bruce was now wearing something out of the back of Stephen's wardrobe. Wong was now with them, being caught up to speed, he was now equally as worried as everyone else.
"Bruce?" Wanda was still in shock, it had been a long time since she'd seen him and they weren't exactly friends. "What happened? You've been gone for years."
"You're one to talk," the afflicted Doctor retorted, "last thing I remember is you throwing Natasha off a building."
"Yeah, well, that's what everyone remembers..."
"Not everyone," Strange interrupted, "she also saved countless people while you were gone, with the Avengers."
"The Avengers?" He chuckled bitterly, looking around - for someone to tell him they were joking, "they let you join the Avengers? They, what, forgot about Natasha? I can't believe Clint let this slide..." He raised his voice, "am I just supposed to let this slide?"
"I'm sorry," Wanda's voice almost broke, "but they forgave me and I know as much as you want that not to be true, it is. They never forgot about Natasha and neither did I but it was an accident...that happened years ago. This conversation is long overdue, it would be better if we moved on."
"I agree," Stephen was secretly proud of her maturity, something he thought Bruce lacked in the situation, "we need to focus on the more pressing issue here - Thanos. Our priority should be stopping him, whatever the cost."
Bruce stayed locked in a fierce gaze with Wanda, he wished that looks could kill, he knew he needed to calm down. His skin was already turning a different shade, "Okay. I'm sorry — Thanos. We're gonna need all the help we can get. Strange, can you get ahold of Tony Stark?"
