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Worlds, Together and Apart
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apachefirecatTitle: Worlds, Together and Apart
Fandom: X-Men/Avengers
Author: Apache Firecat
Characters/Pairing: Tony/Emma, Wolverine, Captain America
Rating: PG/K+
Challenge: Drabble Zone 454. Liberty
Warnings: None
Spoilers: N/A
Summary: There's always a reason.
Disclaimer: All characters within belong to Marvel Comics, not the author, and are used without permission.
She had never liked cemeteries. Even when she'd started taking lives in order to ensure her own survival, Emma had always felt at unease around monuments to the dead. She knew Tony would not have brought them here without reason. It only took a few seconds before she felt the presence of the minds that were his reasons.
They watched, from afar, as one of the oldest X-Men met with one of the oldest Avengers. Wolverine had not formed the X-Men; he had been a member of the second team Charles had brought together. But there was no Avengers without Captain America. Emma knew, too, that the two had served together before, and that no one knew Logan's real age or just how much death either had endured, suffered, or had to cause.
All in the name of what this day was supposed to be about. Emma felt the sorrow radiating from both of the old soldiers as they inclined their heads to one another and exchanged a few words before heading deeper into the cemetery together. She opened her mind to her husband, soothed again by his mere presence. She kept the thought that she'd like to be able to keep that strange balm to herself, but did open their rapport enough for him to "overhear" her thought, You're not going to join them, are you?
He did not answer. He did not have to. She already knew, and understood why he was still here, watching from afar, protecting from afar as much as the Captain would allow. He placed on her knee. Surprising herself, Emma swallowed a lump in her throat, placed her hand over his, and curled her fingers with his. Their worlds would continue to suffer in the name of liberty until all were free.
The End
Fandom: X-Men/Avengers
Author: Apache Firecat
Characters/Pairing: Tony/Emma, Wolverine, Captain America
Rating: PG/K+
Challenge: Drabble Zone 454. Liberty
Warnings: None
Spoilers: N/A
Summary: There's always a reason.
Disclaimer: All characters within belong to Marvel Comics, not the author, and are used without permission.
She had never liked cemeteries. Even when she'd started taking lives in order to ensure her own survival, Emma had always felt at unease around monuments to the dead. She knew Tony would not have brought them here without reason. It only took a few seconds before she felt the presence of the minds that were his reasons.
They watched, from afar, as one of the oldest X-Men met with one of the oldest Avengers. Wolverine had not formed the X-Men; he had been a member of the second team Charles had brought together. But there was no Avengers without Captain America. Emma knew, too, that the two had served together before, and that no one knew Logan's real age or just how much death either had endured, suffered, or had to cause.
All in the name of what this day was supposed to be about. Emma felt the sorrow radiating from both of the old soldiers as they inclined their heads to one another and exchanged a few words before heading deeper into the cemetery together. She opened her mind to her husband, soothed again by his mere presence. She kept the thought that she'd like to be able to keep that strange balm to herself, but did open their rapport enough for him to "overhear" her thought, You're not going to join them, are you?
He did not answer. He did not have to. She already knew, and understood why he was still here, watching from afar, protecting from afar as much as the Captain would allow. He placed on her knee. Surprising herself, Emma swallowed a lump in her throat, placed her hand over his, and curled her fingers with his. Their worlds would continue to suffer in the name of liberty until all were free.
The End
