[ She breathes deep, watching the mother and son walk away. ]

It's everything. To them. Maybe most of the people here are still struggling, but tonight, not them. At least not so much.

[ It had taken her a while to understand the point of being a hero. It was easier to shoot a target, complete a job. Worrying about the little guy had seemed annoying and distant to her. But that was of course Natasha's legacy. One she had ultimately decided to take on for herself.

Exhaling through her nose, she turns her head to look at Clint finally, trying to determine why he didn't look quite the way she remembered him. ]

So, any theories on how we ended up in this place?