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Phil is standing alone on a stage in front of thousands of people who are all silent and pale. Two weeks ago Tony Stark had stood here and was killed by Captain America and the Black Widow. Phil had stabbed the Black Widow in the neck a week ago and the blood is still crusted under his fingernails.
‘Another Avenger.’ The crowd whispers, and babies are crying and women and man are standing around faces sat in grim acceptance hands on childrens shoulders because turning them away from the scene is forbidden and they rather have their children scarred then dead which Phil can undertand. Phil is making himself stand as tall as he can with the 30 pound weights holding down his arms and fastening his ankles to the stage when Clint walks onto the stage face hard and eyes an harsh electric blue.
'Today,' Clint annouces his voice carrying, 'We are here to see the last time this 'Freedom Fighter' will be a menace to the king's reign.' He stops and turns walking towards Phil with a walk that's so familiar and different it nearly gives him whipflash and Phil's eyes prick with tears as Clint walks closer wearing a smirk that doesn't fit his face. 'But first last words from Agent,' as he says it his lips curl and Phil feels himself die a little more 'Coulson.'
At this a microphone is placed under his nose and Phil breaths deeply closing his eyes
'Hold fast to dreams
For if dreams die
Life is a broken-winged bird
That cannot fly.' At this he begins speaking faster as Clint begans to frown and he pulls the microphone away but not quick enough for Phil
Hold fast to dreams
For when dreams go
Life is a barren field
Frozen with snow.' He gives a placid smile even as Clint's eyes fill with enraged anger and Phil closes his eyes again willing smiling lips,bright green-blue eyes and the feeling of warm chaped lips to be his last thought.
A flash of pain and then darkness takes him.