The rocky cliffside was a desolate place, cold winds biting at your skin as the deep chasm before you seemed to breathe with menace. Natasha stood mere steps away from the edge, her silhouette framed by the fiery glow of the setting sun. The altar of the Soul Stone loomed behind her like a silent judge, waiting for the ultimate price to be paid.

You stood frozen, a mix of disbelief and terror gripping you. The love of your life—the woman you had built everything with—was ready to throw it all away for the sake of the mission. For everyone else.

"Natasha, don’t," you pleaded, your voice trembling as you stepped closer to her. "There has to be another way. We’ll figure it out together. Just… just come back with me. Please."

Her back was to you, her shoulders taut with tension. When she finally turned to face you, her green eyes shimmered with unshed tears, but her jaw was set with determination. "You know it has to be me," she said softly. "It’s the only way to get the Soul Stone."

She stepped toward you, her movements slow, deliberate, as though she was trying to memorize every second of this moment. Her hands reached out, gently cradling your face. "Baby," she murmured, her voice breaking, "this is bigger than us. If we don’t do this, everyone dies. And I can’t let that happen."