mine: dead and gone

Empty chairs

There’s a grief that can’t be spoken,
There’s a pain goes on and on.
Empty chairs at empty tables,
Now my friends are dead and gone.

Here they talked of revolution.

Here it was they lit the flame.

Here they sang about tomorrow

And tomorrow never came.

From the table in the corner
They could see a world reborn
And they rose with voices ringing
And I can hear them now!

The very words that they had sung
Became their last communion
On this lonely barricade at dawn.

Oh my friends, my friends forgive me
That I live and you are gone.
There’s a grief that can’t be spoken.
There’s a pain goes on and on.

Phantom faces at the windows.

Phantom shadows on the floor.

Empty chairs at empty tables

Where my friends will meet no more.

Oh my friends, my friends, don’t ask me
What your sacrifice was for
Empty chairs at empty tables
Where my friends will sing no more

Empty chairs at empty tables

Where my friends will sing no more.

(ooc: you can thank @sleepy-loopin for this)

Dead and Gone


The death of Doctor Elizabeth Ross was a sad one, it was felt around the base for a couple of weeks, but people lost interest and moved on. Her body was disposed of and Bruce was compensated for the loss and given leave to grieve, people were worried that he would slip into poor health, Clint and Tony were on rotating shifts to assure that Bruce was okay and that he was still eating. They covered up the news about a woman who bore her resemblance but tortured and killed.. They knew it couldn’t be the Betty they knew so they simply glanced over it and tried to bring her down. Bruce could never hear, he would go after her, he would try to bring her home and get his wife back.. Bruce seemed detached from reality and  he wouldn’t understand in the slightest. Lately hydra had gotten tell that Bruce was weak willed and easily swayed, and they had a weapon.. Daydream, the child forced upon Betty in her moment of weakness, nearly the spitting image of Betty and willing to do their bidding 

Since they found that Bruce was taking the death of his wife the way that they intended,  they began to put together their plot to get him under their thumb. They began to place things in ways that they could gradually wear him down. They put her favorite flowers outside o f his window, they replaced his papers with the latest on cellular biology and sometimes even had daydream stand outside his window and smile at him, trying to convince him to follow her to his doom. Today, however she was taking another approach by instead looking desperate and sad. Maybe he would follow her if she was in danger.