You must be truly desperate to come to me for help.
(Thor: I have changed.
Loki: So have I.)
Oh my gosh I died at Natasha
Black Widow: for those moments when you’ve got some red in your ledger.
OH MY GOD.
I died, with all of them.
“I loved her more than anyone and anything and she was just gone. And I became myself again, the self I never cared for. Until you. You remind of her, her heart and her spirit (…)”
Wait, do I have to choose?