A soul for a soul. The stone never said "kill." Never said "die." Only "lose that which you love." Emotion is as old as power cosmic and is power itself. Title: The Widow's Gambit The wind screamed across Vormir. Natasha and Clint stood at the edge, battered from their desperate fight. Red Skull's voice cut through: "You must lose that which you love. A soul for a soul." They locked eyes. No words. Only the truth they both hated: only one could leave with the stone. Clint stepped forward. "Me. Let it be me." Natasha moved faster. She hooked the line around his wrist, yanked him back, and faced the drop. Clint's scream tore the air as she ran—three steps, a leap, then silence. He collapsed, hands shaking. Then the orange glow appeared in his palm. The Soul Stone. Far below, on a hidden ledge she had spotted earlier, Natasha landed hard—bruised, alive. She pressed against the rock, breathing shallow. She had never stopped lov...
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