Natasha stood alone off to one side at the memorial service. Kevin was the closest thing she had to a friend in a long time, probably since Tony died, and Natasha didn't feel up to dealing with anyone. She hadn't wanted to come to the service, but she owed that much to Kevin.
Maybe later she'd find a bottle of vodka and make friends with it and mourn Kev's passing in her own way.
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