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Sigyn stood in the healing chambers of Asgard nervously awaiting her first lesson as a new apprentice. Her mentor was a healer, a woman named Tove who had many, many years of experience and had agreed to teach Sigyn all that she knew of the healing arts. The decision for Sigyn to be her apprentice had come after many hours of discussion regarding why Sigyn wished to become a healer. Tove had wanted to know her heart in the matter, and to be sure she knew her time as an apprentice would be a lengthy one, and that she was prepared to spend all the time required to learn the art

Tove watched her for a moment, then she asked, "Are you ready to begin?

She swallowed, and nodded, "Yes, milady. I'm ready to begin learning."

"Good," Tove said, and motioned for Sigyn to follow her to a nearby table where a variety of herbs as well as potions were already laid out, "We'll start with the basics today. Healing usually begins with understanding the properties of the different plants and their effects on the body, both good and bad. Do you understand?"

"Yes, milady," Sigyn murmured.

As Tove began explaining the healing properties of each of the herbs, and Sigyn listened attentively, scribbling down notes in her journal. She was amazed at how much knowledge was needed to an effective healer. Tove taught her how to identify each herb, when as well as how to harvest them properly, and the appropriate dosages to use for various wounds or ailments.

On their third day together, Tove said, "Now, I think I should show you how to make a poultice. Watch carefully, Sigyn." The healer began to demonstrate the process of crushing and combing specific herbs to create the desired healing mixture.

"Now you, Sigyn."

"Yes, milady."

Sigyn did everything Tove had done, grinding herbs with a mortar and pestle as her mentor watched closely. Sigyn's motions were a bit clumsy at first as she was nervous, but then she gradually found her rhythm and soon after she had a fine powder ready for a poultice.

Tove looked over the powder, and nodded approvingly, praising her, "Excellent work, Sigyn." She gave an encouraging smile before she said, "Now, I will show you how to apply the poultice to the bandage and wrap it on a wound."

Sigyn watched her actions, and when she was prompted, she repeated the healer's actions. She tried her best to mimic the gentle touch she'd seen the healers tend to the wounded. She felt a surge of satisfaction when she completed the task, even if she knew she still had much more to learn. With time, patience, practice, and dedication, Sigyn knew she would achieve her desire to help the sick and wounded by being one of Asgard's healers.

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Once more, the Guardians of the Galaxy were in a predicament. They were being chased by a group of none so happy bounty hunters whose plans they'd inadvertently screwed up, and as a result of the bounty hunters firing at them, their ship had suffered some heavy damage. Rocket, with his sharp tongue and even sharper wit, had just managed to hotwire the engines again when he yelled out, "I don't know how much longer this thing is going to hold together!"

"I am Groot!"

"You got that right," Rocket replied, "We need to find a safe place to lay low for awhile and fix the ship!"

All of a sudden, Gamora sounded the alarm about a new problem: there was a black hole in their path! As everyone grumbled about the new problem, she said, "If we can time it rightm we might be able to use it to lose the hunters chasing us in the gravity well!"

Quill shot her a look then rubbed his hands together, "Sounds like a plan! Gamora, Rocket, can you plot us a course?"

Rocket groused, "Yeah, yeah, just don't expect anything resembling a smooth ride!"

"Hey, along as we come out the other side in something resembling one piece and our **friends** back there don't, a bumpy ride works for me!"

"Course plotted! Hang on!" Gamora interjected.

As they began to approach the black hole, the Guardians felt the pull of its massive gravity. The ship started shaking and creaking could be heard all around them. They all gripped their seats tightly.

"Well, well, well. Look who is in a lot of trouble now." Nebula sneered from the communications screen.

"What did you want, Nebula?" Quill retorted, glaring at her

"Oh, just to say goodbye, Star-Lord," she replied, her smirk growing bigger. "You're about to be sucked into a black hole where there is no escape. I'd say it's bye bye time for you.

Gamora's eyes narrowed as she also glared at her sister, "Why are you here, Nebula? Have you joined forces with those bounty hunters?"

Nebula's expression turned dark, "I'd never ally myself with them. See you on the other side.

With that, she severed communications.

The Guardians plummeted into the black hole, and everyone screamed. But after an eternity, they did emerge on the other side, more or less in one piece. Good news was they lost the bounty hunters but the bad news was they were stranded in the middle of space. They would have to make repairs, of course, but at least for the moment they had survived to fight another day.

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One day, Pepper was sitting at her desk taking a short break, rifling through a magazine when she came across an article that made her pause. "If you could meet anyone from history, who would it be?"

She looked at the question for a few seconds, and muttered, "I don't who I'd want to meet from history, but I do know one person I definitely should not meet from history, and that is Howard Stark!!"

Thoughts of Tony, her brilliant and wonderful husband, filled her heart. She smiled as she thonks of his mischievous grin and the ways he always pushed the boundaries, whether they were personal, cultural, or just considered to be impossible. But intertwined with those fond memories were the shadows cast by Howard Stark, Tony's father. Pepper's grip on her chair arms tightened as anger clouded her face.

"If I could ever meet a historical figure, it would be a very good idea if I never met Howard Stark." Pepper muttered, "Because if I ever met the man, I would probably give him a piece of my mind over the many times he hurt Tony."

At the moment the words left her lips, the office door opened, and Tony strode into the room. Pepper's heart skipped a beat as her eyes met his sparkling ones.

"Talking to yourself again. Pep?" Tony asked, in a playful tone.

Pepper blinked, stunned for a moment by his unexpected entrance. Her anger vanished like a wisp of smoke, replaced for genuine happiness to see the man she loved. She stood up, and walked over to him, kissing her tenderly as she reached him.

"Mmm, what was that for?" he asked as she pulled away.

"Just because you're here and because my thoughts were taking a dark turn before you walked in."

"They were?"

Pepper nodded, and gestured at her desk, "I was looking through a magazine that had a page asking the question about if you could meet a historical figure who would it be and why? I couldn't think of anyone I'd want to be meet but I thought of one I knew I shouldn't ever meet if I could."

"And who is that?" Tony asked, curious.

She hesitated then answered, "Your father. I know if I were to ever to ever get a face to face moment with him, I would have some very harsh words for him."

The smile disappeared from Tony's face, "Yeah, I bet you would. But my father is in the past, and I would like for him to stay there. I don't want to talk about him. Instead I want to talk about why I came and that's to take my wife out to lunch."

Pepper touched his cheek, and nodded, "Okay, that sounds good. Let me grab my coat."

He nodded, and when she walked away he said, "Pep?"

She looked over her shoulder at him, "Yes?"

"I love you and... thanks."

"I love you too, Tony... and you're welcome."

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Rhodey was sitting on his front porch, and watched as the sun set in the distance. Many years had gone past years since the Battle of Earth, and since Tony had died to defeat Thanos. Rhodey still missed him every day too. They had been through so much together, had saved the world together countless times, but in the end, it had been only Tony who could defeat Thanos for good.

Rhodey had retired from the Avengers and the military almost three years ago now, and made for himself a different life in a small town. He enjoyed the quietness of the place, but it's quite a change from what he'd been used to. No more suits, no more hopping jets to fly around the world. It was just him, and his memories of the past.

"Hey, James!" A voice interrupted Rhodey's thoughts.

He turned his head to see his neighbor, Henry, standing by the fence. Henry had moved in a year and a half ago, and Rhodey had quickly become friends with him. Like Rhodey, he was an old war vet too.

"Hey, Henry. How are you doin'?" Rhodey asked.

Henry shrugged, "Never better. I just wanted to see if you'd be up for a game of poker tonight? You know just something to do to pass the time."

Rhodey nodded, smiling. "Sure. I can use the distraction."

They spent the next few hours playing cards, drinking beer, and just joking around. It was nice to have someone to talk to again, someone who had some experiences that were close to his own.

"I always have a good time playing with you, James!" Henry said.

"Thanks. Same here. It's nice to have someone around, you know?"

Henry nodded, "Yeah, I do. But you don't have to worry. There are a lot in the neighborhood, heck, the town who will be here for you. Just like you were there for us when you were War Machine. Heck, we won't even hold the whole lame Iron Patriot moniker thing against you either!"

Chuckling Rhodey then sighed, "Yeah, those were the days. I miss them."

Henry nodded, "I know you do. We all miss the good old days at some point or another. I know I didn't know him other than by his larger than life reputation but I don't think Tony would want you to stay lost in the memories, just moping around. I'm pretty sure he'd want you to live your life to the fullest."

"You're right. He would," Rhodey said, with a slow nod. "And I've got to get myself out of this funk I've been in for so long now. Thanks, Henry."

"Anytime, James. Anytime."

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Shuri entered her mother's chambers, and she sat down when her mother motioned for her to. Three months had passed since her brother T'Challa had died, and Shuri is not certain what her mother plans on saying to her.

"Shuri," Queen Ramonda began, a heavy sigh escaping her lips, "There is something very important I need to speak to you about."

Shuri looked at her mother, unsure and perhaps a little nervous about what she was about to hear. Finally she asked, "What is it, Mother?"

"Your brother's death has left a great responsibility on our shoulders," her mother said, "For the moment, the majority of it rests on my shoulder since you have not yet come of age. But in a few short years, daughter, you will be. With your brother being gone before he could have a son or daughter of his own, it means that when I step aside, the throne will fall to you next. And as the next in line to the throne, you need to prepare yourself, and start thinking like a Queen."

Shuri's eyes widened as she spoke, and when she finished she protested. "But, Mother, I don't know the first thing about being Queen. I've been a scientist first all of my life."

Ramonda shook her head softly, "But you are also a daughter of King T'Chaka and of Wakanda, and it is your duty to protect and guide our people. We both know that T'Challa would still be here leading us if he could be, but he is gone, and now it is up to you to carry on his legacy and that of your father."

"But, Mother, I do not know where to even begin!" Shuri exclaimed.

Reaching out a comforting hand to her daughter, Ramonda assured her, "That is why I will be here to help and to guide you, Shuri. First, daughter, you to need to spend some time outside of your lab and get to know our people. You need to learn and understand their needs, their problems, and their hopes for the future."

Shuri didn't speak, listening to her mother.

"Second, is something to ask of anyone but you will need to be ready to make difficult decisions and even sacrifices for the same of Wakanda's well-being. You will need to put aside your personal desires and wishes in order to put Wakanda first. I know what I am telling you sounds frightening and overwhelming but if you also allow love inside, it will guide you, and lighten the burden of caring for an entire country."

Shuri nodded her understanding, "I will do my best, Mother."

With a warm, proud smile, the Queen told her daughter, "I do not doubt you will, Shuri, for even when you've buried yourself in your laboratory, you've also been compassionate and strong along with being brilliant. All of those qualities will serve you will when you are Queen."

Shuri nodded, "Thank you, Mother. Bast help me to live up to the legacy that Father and T'Challa left behind."

"You don't have to be exactly like your Father and brother," Ramonda said gently, "You are after all your own person, and being who you are is what will make you a great Queen. Try to learn what you can from their successes and failures alike, but in the end you must forge your own path."

"Yes, Mother," Shuri said with a nod, "I will try my best to be the leader our people need."

"That is all anyone can ask of you, daughter. But remember you will not face this journey alone. I will be with you, as well as the council, and finally our people. We will all give you as much help as we can so that you grow into the Queen you are meant to be."

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They were sitting on their private balcony overlooking the city as they're currently there for a week's visit. The sunset is currently painting the skies magnificent colors as it sinks beneath the horizon. Shades of fiery orange and deep red merged with soft hues of pink and had them mesmerized with the magical atmosphere it was creating.

"You know, minkjære," Loki started, "I used to crave power and all of the pomp that when with it. I wanted to hear the people chanting my name in devotion. To feel the rush of pleasure I would feel when I elevated myself above everyone else. It was a feeling I could never resist.

Eva turned her eyes away from the skies to look at him, "I know, but you don't need those things anymore, the devotion of the masses.

"No, I do not. I don't need the masses or power or devotion of the masses. As long as I have you, I have what I need. You truly are my everything, Eva, and my world."

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It is late summer on Asgard, and after spending a full day working in their garden together the day before, Loki and Eva are lounging together on a pile of blankets underneath their favorite tree. Eva was reading one of the books she brought back from their last visit to Earth, and Loki was entertaining himself by simply watching nature as he thinks.

After a long time of neither of them speaking, Loki turned to his love to and asked, "Pray, what precisely does it mean when one says 'Just like Romeo and Julia'?"

Eva looked up from her book, surprised at his random question. She marked her place in her book, then turned to face him, "I think you meant "Juliet", minkjærlighet." She gave him a small smile.

Loki returned her smile, then said, "Ah yes, my apologies. So, tell me, what does it mean?"

With a sigh, Eva leaned back against the tree, "It means a tragic love story, in which the two lovers of the story are from families who are feuding which, of course, makes their love forbidden. In the actual story, it ended with Romeo and Juliet's deaths so when someone references them, it means the love is a tragic one.

Loki raised his eyebrows, surprised, "That sounds rather bleak and depressing. Why would anyone want to compare theirs or anyone else's love story with that of this Romeo and Juliet?"

Eva couldn't help herself and chuckled at how naive he sounded for someone so much older than her, "Well, some people think it's romantic. It's a story of two people who were so deeply in love that they were willing to put everything, their lives included, on the line for each other."

He gave it come consideration, "I see. But why compare oneself to two people who never lived? Shouldn't one's own love story be considered unique? Such as ours?"

Eva smiled at him, "Of course, minkjærlighet. Our love story is very unique, one of a kind, and unlike any other. But at times people like to draw parallels between their own lives and stories they like or admire. It's a way of expressing their depth of their love."

Loki reached out, taking her hand, "Well, there is no comparison for us with Romeo and Juliet because quite simply, our love surpasses theirs by far."

Eva laid her head on his shoulder, and as he wrapped his arm around her she said, "Yes, it does, minkjærlighet. Yes, it does."

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My dearest Pepper,

I hope you are well when you read this letter. I can't believe that I am FINALLY writing this to you, but I've been holding back how I feel for far too long. I can't help the fact that I am completely enamored by you. Each and every day that I am away from you, my mind is consumed with thoughts of how many great things you bring into my life. You make me whole, and dare I say serene (don't laugh), and complete.

I know this may come as something of a shock to you, my sweet Pepper, but my feelings got you are anything but new. It's taken me some time to come to terms with them myself. See, I've tried to convince myself that what I felt was just a crush, a fleeing infatuation. But as the days went by and became weeks then years, I realized that this flame inside of me has only become bigger with every moment that goes by.

Pepper, my Pepper, do you know that you're my world? You are the brightest light in my dark world. You add so much joy and positivity that it's hard to even remember what my life was life before you. I treasure the moment we have spent together just being together laughing, exploring, and just simply being with each other.

It's hard to say why I wrote this letter to you in "disguise", but I hope that hiding behind this "secret admirer persona" will allow me to have the courage to express just how MUCH I really do love you. I hope to see you soon, Pepper, so we can celebrate our love together. Until then, please know you are always in my heart and my thoughts. I love you so much, my one and only Pepper.

Yours always and forever,

I think you know who I am xoxoxox

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Many years had passed in the realm of Asgard since the passing of Eva, and a beautiful young noblewoman had come to the Palace to serve as a lady-in-waiting to the Queen. Of course she had heard of Loki and his propensity for causing chaos everywhere he went, but as he did not live at the Palace full time any longer she had yet to meet him. But that changed one day when she was walking through the halls of the Palace on an errand for the Queen, and she saw Loki laughing with a young girl.

Brynja felt her heart warming as she watched Loki doting on the child so tenderly. She knew of his reputation as a cruel and deceitful trickster, but what she was witnessing was something entirely different. The way he obviously cared for this little girl, made Brynja curious as to who she was.

"Brynja!"

When Loki looked in her direction, Brynja hurried along to meet the one who had called her and to complete he tasks.

The days passed, and Loki stayed on in the Palace with his daughter as Brynja realized, the more she found herself drawn to him. She often sought him out in the gardens or one the training grounds when she was free from her duties, hoping to always catch a glimpse of him. On one of these occasions she watched as he gave his daughter a lesson on wielding his preferred wepaon of choice, the daggers.

Then one day, Brynja decided she would do more than watch. She approached Loki as he watched Sigyn practicing with her bow.

"May I join you both?" she asked in a demure tone.

Loki turned to her, smiling faintly, he said, "Of course, my Lady."

They were silent as they watched Sigyn hit the target with remarkable precision for one so young.

Brynja broke the silence with a quiet compliment, "She's quite good."

Loki gave a nod, his eyes still on his daughter, his voice almost wistful, "Yes, she is. She takes after her mother in many ways."

Brynja was hesitant to voice what she was thinking, since after all she didn't know him personally. At last she spoke with sincerity, "I... I am so sorry for your loss, my Lord."

Loki nodded an acknowledgement of thanks but he did not take his eyes off of his daughter. He did speak, however, not sure why he said what he said to her other than it was grief presenting itself once more, "Thank you, my Lady. Eva... Eva was everything to me."

Brynja nodded, "it is true, I did not know her, but I think she would be proud of the way that you care for your daughter."

Loki smiled softly. "I hope so. I do hope so."

In the coming days, Brynja was less hesitant to make her presence known to Loki or Sigyn, and she began to spend more time with them. Every day they talked more, they even laughed, and Brynja found herself falling in love then even more in love with Loki. But Loki never gave her any signs he returned her feelings, and she knew it was because his thoughts were for his lost wife.

Then one day, Brynja found Loki sitting along on a balcony looking the city below.

"May I speak... openly with you?" she asked softly.

He turned to her, and nodded, "Of course. Please sit down." He made room for her to sit beside him.

"Thank you," she said, sitting down.

"We shall be returning home... Sigyn and I shall be going back to our home the day after tomorrow."

"Oh?" Brynja inquired, feeling her heart race, "But I thought that you both lived here?"

Loki looked at her, "No, we do not. Since Eva and I were wed, we lived outside the Palace in our own cottage. We come to the Palace to visit at certain times of the year, but the Palace has never truly been the home Sigyn has known in her life."

"I see."

The silence fell back over them, and a few minutes passed before he asked, "What did you wish to speak to me about, Lady Brynja?"

Brynja took several deep breaths trying to calm her heart and nerves. Did she really still want to give a voice to what she was feeling? One look at him told her that, yes, she did want to give voice to what she was feeling. She took a deep breath, and started speaking.

"I know that you will perhaps never feel the same way about me as I do about you, but i wanted you to know how much my thoughts and feelings regarding you have changed since I first met you. Watching how you are with Sigyn... and all the time and talks we've shared with one another has made me... come to love you, Loki. I love you not merely as a friend but... in another way as well. A deeper way."

Loki looked at her for a long moment, neither speaking or moving, and she knew she had made a mistake.

"I've made a fool of myself, and ruined what lies between us," Brynja said, standing up, "I am so sorry, my Lord, I never should have—"

He grabbed her hand before she could hurry off in humiliation, "No, please don't." He stood up so their eyes were on equal level. "My dear Brynja, you haven't made a fool of yourself or ruined anything between us. I had suspected it for quite some times, and I am sorry. But hear me out, I am not sorry because you feel the way that you do for your part. Rather, it is on my part. If we had met another time or way, I could perhaps return your love for me in the way you deserve. I am honored that you see me as being worthy of loving, but I am afraid I cannot return that love i the same way. I am still and shall always be in love with my wife, you shall. Eva isn't here any longer, has not been for many years, but I still love her with all of my heart."

Brynja looked deeply into his eyes, and saw the depths of his love for his late wife there. She nodded, and tried to hide her disappointment as she replied, "I understand, Loki. I... I just couldn't hold my feelings inside me any longer."

"And I thank you for sharing them with me. It is as I have said, I feel honored, both how you feel for me and for the courage you had to share your feelings with me. Pray, I hope we will still be able to be friends henceforth?"

"Of course, we will. I would like that very much," she said.

He opened his mouth to say something, but was interrupted by a small voice calling for him.

"Father!"

With a smile, Loki turned from her, and Brynja watched him go greet his daughter.

Just as she said, Brynja remained a friend to Loki from that day forward, grateful to be his friend.

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Both Clint and Natasha had accepted certain truths about their lives many years ago such as they'd never have ordinary lives as long as they were a part of SHIELD, and then later, the Avengers. That was fine with them, and then they found a little girl in an orphanage in Moscow they wanted to adopt as their own daughter. Soon after they adopted and brought Nadia home, they learned nothing short of a miracle had happened and Natasha was pregnant with their son Franky.

From the moment he was born, they knew that they had to do everything possible to ensure he would have a normal life far away from the dangers and violence that came with being in SHIELD.

That's when they decided that they needed a completely private and uninterrupted chat with the Director of SHIELD.

That's why they decided to break into SHIELD headquarters to talk to Director Coulson face-to-face. They couldn't risk leaks or misunderstandings.

They planned the operation meticulously together, and executed it with as much precision. They disabled cleverly placed security mechanisms and evaded guards without being detected. When they finally reached Coulson's office, he was standing in front of his desk with arms crossed with a stoic expression with a hint of amusement in his eyes.

"Director Coulson, we need to have a conversation with you," she said as she locked the door.

Coulson nodded, "I've been expecting this conversation for some time. I know it's a little late but allow me to say congratulations on your son's healthy arrival." Sure Franky was almost seven years old now, but it's never too late to offer sincere congratulations right?

Clint nodded in acknowledgment, then he said. "We're informing you now, Director, that we want you to keep your distance from both of our children. SHIELD is never to have any part of their lives."

"Especially when it comes to Franky," Natasha emphasized.

"I understand your concerns and reasons why you don't want SHIELD anywhere near him, but are you sure that's the best course of action? At some point, if they're not already, other agencies will become aware of the fact that the famous Hawkeye and Black Widow have a biological son together. They might get to him at a moment you're not watching him, and make him into their own tool."

"We've already taken that into account," Clint assured him, "We'll protect him from the others if and when the time comes."

Coulson nodded, "Understood but consider this: As good as you both are, you can't be everywhere or alert all of the time. Now what I am suggesting is that when he's a little older that you allow SHIELD to—"

"No, Coulson!" Natasha snarled, "When we say Franky is not to be touched by SHIELD in any way, it's what we mean. Neither you or any Director who comes after you is to ever touch him in any way!"

"Or they can expect a nice little visit when they're least expecting it," Clint finished.

"Understood, Agent Barton. I'll be sure to note and tell whoever succeeds me as Director that the Romanoff. Barton children are off limits."

Natasha unlocked the door, "That is all we ask."

With that, they slipped out if SHIELD the same way they'd come in, like vanishing shadows in the night.

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Loki's attention was drawn by the snort of a horse, that signaled the arrival of his anticipated guest. Letting go of the fractured twig he held, he managed a smile that failed to reach his eyes, and then he pivoted to greet them, "Greetings, Mother."

Frigga dismounted gracefully from her horse and approached him without hesitation, confident that her steed would remain in place. She accepted both of his outstretched hands, and after exchanging cheek kisses, she gazed at him a moment before she remarked, "Tell me the reason for your fear, Loki."

He tried to keep his voice light as he responded, "What fear, Mother? Perhaps I called you here because I wanted to see you? After all, Eva and I do not—"

Frigga quieted him with a meaningful gaze, one that only a mother could give to her child, "Your message requested secrecy, and I sensed the spells you cast upon this place as I approached," she said. "You wouldn't take such risks without a powerful motivator behind them like fear, my son. So, why have you hidden us from Heimdall's sight and hearing?" The risk she referred to was the fact that when Odin released Loki from prison, Loki had sworn never to shroud himself from Heimdall again. "I'm waiting for an answer, Loki. I want to understand why you're jeopardizing your freedom and the life you have with the woman you love."

Loki turned, and walked away from her, not speaking for some time.

"It is for Eva that I've risked my freedom," he finally said.

"Go on."

He walked around the circle he'd made for them another few steps before he inquired, "Mother, do you remember Rowena of Vanaheim?"

The Queen of Asgard nodded, although he was not looking at her, "Yes, I remember her. She was one of the more powerful wielders of magic the Nine Realms have ever seen. I have not heard her name in almost nine years now. Pray tell me why you are speaking it now, Loki."

Loki continued to pace the boundaries of the protective circle that he had created as he spoke, "The reason you have not heard that name for almost nine now is because soon after I wed Eva, Rowena was becoming a threat to the peace of the Nine Realms, and so the All-Father commanded that the Einherjar put an end to her. Because she was such a sorceress, I was dispatched along with those sent to deal with her."

"The battle did not go well," Frigga stated, not asked.

"No, it did not. Over half of the Einherjar died within minutes of engaging the witch. The only reason I was able to come near her without being slain is because of my own power. I put spells on my daggers and then hurled them at her. Her power was strong, but she was not able to keep my daggers from finding her. She fell to the ground in a heap. I had to be sure she was indeed dead, and when I approached the hag's shell, she grabbed my wrist. She pulled me to her, smeared her blood on me, and told me..." He stopped, closing his eyes.

"She told you what?" Frigga asked, pulling her cloak tightly around her.

"She spoke an incantation, and she told me she had cursed my Eva to die as she had." Loki turned to face his mother at last, "She told me that Eva will bleed to death, in childbirth, when she gives birth to our first child. A daughter, Rowena said."

His words fell into the heavy silence around them as both of them pondered the past.

Frigga walked over to her son, and lifted his head up so he was looking at her, "Hear me, Loki. Her last words were not a prophecy of unavoidable certainty. Yes, they were a curse, but curses are breakable. Eva is not doomed to this fate. I promise you I will make it my personal quest to find a way to shatter Rowena's hateful curse."

Loki's eyes glistened, and he allowed her to pull him into her embrace.

"Thank you, Mother. I can't bear to lose her."

The Queen of Asgard held her youngest son close, "I know this, Loki, and you're not going to lose her." She held him even tighter to her when the dam holding back his emotions begun to break. For several minutes, the only sound in the circle was that of his sobs as he finally released the fear and grief that he had borne alone for so long. When his tears were finally spent, Frigga asked, "Is Rowena's curse the reason you and Eva have not been blessed with a child of your own for these years of your marriage?"

Loki nodded against her, and then he pulled away, wiping his eyes, "Yes, it is. When I returned to Asgard and after I had told Odin everything that had transpired with Rowena, I begun putting spells into place that would prevent Eva from conceiving a child. I've maintained them until only just recently when I could no longer do so. Eva wants a child so much that I believe her heart is breaking at the thought we may never have one. In Midgardian terms, she has less time to conceive a child than she once did. Soon, Mother, I believe she will soon conceive, and I do not know how I will react to the news."

"With joy, Loki. You will react with the great joy all expectant fathers react with. Then when her time comes to be delivered of your child, you will find out in the moment you hold your child, what unconditional love feels like for the first time in your life."

"Pray let it be so, Mother."

"It will be, Loki. It will be everything that you and Eva dream of."

Two months later, when Eva joyfully shared the news with Loki that he would be a father, they wept in joy together.

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It was a bright and sunny day as Eva plays with her dolls on the floor of the living room. Tony is sitting nearby, reading the newspaper. Suddenly, Eva puts down her dolls, and runs to her Daddy.

"Daddy, I want to do something new!" she said.

Tony looked over the paper at her, "And what is it that you want to do, princess?"

"I want to build a time machine!" Eva exclaimed.

Although Tony was taken aback, he is also delighted and curious if she knows what she's talking about, so he asked, "What's that?"

"Daddy, you know! It's a special machine that can let you see the dinosaurs! I want to see them, Daddy!"

"Oh, really?" he inquired, smiling.

"A time machine is a great idea! I think we should build one together!"

Eva jumped up and down for joy, clapping her hands. They got started right away on their time machine. The basis, the foundation of their time machine was cardboard boxes that Tony explained were special because they were powered by their imaginations. They used some old wires and buttons to make their time machine as real looking as they could.

Eva climbed into it, all excited and ready to go on their first adventure together. As her Daddy crawled in beside her, she pressed a button, and suddenly the machine took flight. Lights and bright colors surrounded them, making Eva close her eyes. When she opened them, she gasped in amazement.

They were standing in the midst of a vast prehistoric forest, full of all sorts of animals. With a squeal of excitement, Eva pointed as a dinosaur roaring angrily at them.

"Look Daddy, it's a Sharptooth!" she said, awe in her voice.

Tony chuckled, running a hand over her hair, "That's T-Rex, princess."

Tony allowed himself to get lost in the game, and shared her wonder as they explored the forest together, seeing every kind of dinosaur there was to see. Next they moved on to another time period to watch the wheel's invention, then the creation of a house, and then finally saw the Amazon rainforest as it had been in the past.

Time rushed by them, and before they knew it, they were back in the living room with their cardboard box time machine. Eva threw her arms around her daughter's neck.

"I had the bestest adventure ever, Daddy!" she exclaimed.

Tony held her close, laughing, "Me too, princess! You are such a brave and amazing time traveler!"

They went on many more adventures, building more machines to explore different times throughout history, all from the comfort of their own home. Eva loved her Daddy and the incredible things he'd made to help her explore.

And Tony?

Well, he just treasured every second he had to spend making his little girl happy!

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Loki leaned back in his chair, peering out of the window of their home. watching as the rain continued to pour down. He let out a sigh, and turned to look at his daughter who was sitting on the settee also watching the rain, a pouting frown on her face.

"Is the rain ever going to stop, Father? I'm tired of being stuck inside all day!" Sigyn whined.

"I know, my little snowflake," Loki replied.

Oh how he knew! The rain had gone on for days on end now, bringing more gloom in both the lack of sun and in his daughter's disposition.

"But I'm not sure when it will cease," he added. "The weather is quite unpredictable, even for me."

Sigyn groaned and slumped further into the settee, "I wish there was something to do! I am sick to death of watching the rain!"

Loki looked at the rain again, thinking about the situation, then he turned back to her with a smile, "Perhaps we should play a game?"

"I don't want to play a game!"

"Oh, you would prefer to watch the rain instead? Very well, then, we shall but I know you would have loved the game instead!" Loki said, watching her from the corner of his eye, "It was a very good idea if I do say so myself. Oh well!"

Sigyn straightened on the settee, "What game, Father?"

"You said you don't want to play, so that means you're not interested in hearing about it."

"Yes, I am! Please, Father, tell me!" Sigyn begged.

Loki chuckled, "Oh, I was thinking we could have a foraging hunt. I will hide things all around the cottage and you will have to find them."

Sigyn wasn't sure how much fun that would be, but she really was bored with watching the rain pour down so she decided to go along with the idea, "That sounds like it could be fun, Father! Let's play!"

"Very well. I'll go hide somethings. You stay here and when the game is ready, I'll come fetch you."

The girl nodded, and settled back to wait.

Loki took about twenty minutes to hide some things in each room of the cottage that was not the main room where his daughter awaited him. He didn't use any magic but still hid them well where she would need to look carefully. Finally satisfied once the final object was concealed he went to get her.

Sigyn bolted from the settee the moment her father gave her the signal, and ran to the first room. She looked high and low with her father watching her in amusement as she searched every nook and cranny.

After several minutes, Sigyn held up a previous hidden item, "I found one, Father!"

"Good job, snowflake! See if you can find the others I hid!"

Sigyn continued her search, moving from room to room, leaving no room without finding all the hidden items.

Sigyn was still looking when she walked past a window, and saw something she'd been looking to see for days peering back at her. She pointed to the window, "Look, Father! It's stopped raining and the sun has come out!"

Loki grinned and captured her in his arms, "Yes, my little snowflake, it seems our time of hunting brought the sun out, both inside and outside. Sometimes all it takes is a little bit of time spent together and fun to brighten up a gloomy day."

"May I go outside now, Father?" Sigyn asked.

He nodded, "Yes, you may as long as you're clear to stay away from any bodies of water. With all the wain we had in the past few days, I am sure they're swollen."

"I promise, Father!" she said, already grabbing her cloak and hiding outside with a squeal of excitement.

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Peggy finds Steve sitting on an intact bench, staring at well nothing.

"Are you well, Steve?" Peggy asked, sitting down beside him.

He sighed, not looking at her, "I'm okay. I'm just feeling... overwhelmed."

Peggy put a hand on his arm, "You want to talk about it?"

Steve finally looked at her, "Sometimes I feel like I'm not doing enough, Peggy. There is so much that's happening in the world, and there are times I feel like I can't keep up."

She smiled, gently, "It's okay, Steve. You may be Captain America, but you're still human, which means there's only so much you can do. Even so, you're still doing your part to make the world a better place."

After a moment, Steve nodded, "You're right. Thanks, Peggy, I need to hear that."

Peggy moves her hand to grasp his, "Anytime, Steve. I'm here for you, always."

"I know, and I'm grateful for that."

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The sun is shining brightly one morning as the birds sing their happy songs, serenading father and daughter as they sat outside their home, breaking their fast. The aroma of freshly baked bread lingered in the air, and Sigyn's eyes were bright with delight.

"Father, this bread is delectable!" Sigyn exclaimed before taking another bite.

Loki raised his eyebrows, "And where on Midgard did you ever hear that word, my dear?" 

"It wasn't on Midgard I heard it, Father! I heard Uncle Volstagg say it last time we went to see Grandmother and Grandfather!"

Ah yes, the last time they'd visited the Palace, there had been a feast.

"And do you know what delectable means, snowflake?" Loki asked.

Sigyn thought for a moment, "It means it's good right, Father?"

He nodded, "Yes, but more specifically, it means it tastes delicious. And I thank you for saying so, as I made our bread myself."

"Did you use magic to make it, Father?"

Loki laughed, and gave his daughter's vibrant red curls a tousle, "No magic, my snowflake. I just used a bit of love along with a dash of mischief." He winked as he said that last part.

"Well, it is very good, Father! My bread doesn't even need anything upon it!"

Loki smiled at her compliment, and then his eyes wandered a bit until they found their well. The well was quite old having been used by the cottage's former family. The well had served them adequately since he'd first come to live here with his late wife, but of late, Loki had noticed the well was providing less and less water. He knew they would have enough water for two, perhaps three months but they would need to dig a new well soon.

"Sigyn, my love, it seems we have a problem," Loki said, his eyes fixed on the dwindling water supply. "Our well is running dry, and we must dig a new one. Don't worry, little one. We will hire some giants to do the work for us. But first, we must find the perfect spot for the well."

"Sigyn, my little snowflake, it seems that we may have a problem," he said, his eyes locked on their well, "Our well is beginning to run dry, and we will need to dig a new one. But fret not, for as soon as a new fresh water source has been located, we shall ask the giants to dig the well for us."

"Giants, Father?" Sigyn echoed, her eyes wide.

"Yes, my dear, giants."

"I've never seen giants before, Father. Will I get to meet them? the little girl asked.

"Of course, snowflake, you will meet them."

Sigyn cheered and clapped her hands.

Loki felt warmth throughout his being from heart at the sound. Her laughter was the most bright and beautiful he had ever heard in the universe, and he knew he was truly blessed to have it. Still smiling, he rose from the table, "Go fetch your cloak, my little snowflake, and we shall begin the search for the new well."

Sigyn nodded, and hurried back inside of the cottage, and reappeared without delaying her cloak fastened around her shoulders. She grabbed his hand and started tugging his towards the woods, "Come on, Father. Let's go! Let's go!"

With a chuckle, he followed his daughter into the forest.

The search lasted three days, and then Sigyn located a perfect location for their new well. It was a small clearing in a lush, green meadow that sloped gently towards a babbling brook. The little girl danced in celebration when her father declared this was the spot.

The next step was to approach the giants in the right way, something Loki knew what to do.

He'd had many dealings with the giants in the past and he understood their nature as well as their traditions. The key to approaching the giants without offending them right off so they would not help you, was to show them both respect and humility. 

"Listen closely, my snowflake," Loki said, gathering his daughter close to him, "when we meet with the giants, it is very important that we show them not only kindness but respect. They are very powerful beings, but they are also gentle, and they are pleased to help those when they are treated properly."

Sigyn nodded, "But I always try to be respectful and kind to others, Father. You and Grandmother have taught me that."

He kissed the top of her head, "Yes, you do, my snowflake, and I am proud of you. Here, hold onto my hand and keep close."

They walked deeper into the forest, the sound of trees rustling as well as a distant roar of water growing louder. It wasn't long before they came to a large clearing where the massive forms of the giants could be see touching high in the sky. 

With much caution, Loki approached the giants, being ever careful to make sure Sigyn was close to his side. He held his hand out in a gesture of peace, and called to them, making his voice as loud as he could.

"Noble and mighty giants, I, Loki of Asgard, and my daughter Sigyn, have come before you to petition for your assistance. Our well is running dry, and we seek your great strength as well as your great expertise in digging a new one."

The giants gave their attention to the trickster and his daughter, so tiny to them in comparison. The eyes of the giants shone with curiosity and interest. Then one of the giants stepped forward, shaking the ground with his steps. When he spoke, his voice was like a clap of thunder.

"We have heard your petition, Loki of Asgard and Sigyn of both Asgard and Midgard. We will consider what you ask of us, but first, you must prove your worthiness."

Loki nodded, knowing the giants would often test those who seek their help. With confidence, he accepted their test.

"What task do you require of us to prove that we are worthy of your help?" 

The giant pointed to towering tree in the distance, and said, "Bring us a leaf from the highest branch upon the tree. If you succeed, it is then and **only** then, we shall grant our aid."

With a soft bow, Loki looked at his daughter, and he saw a determined look in her eyes. With a nod, they started towards the colossal tree.

Even while they were still walking towards it, Loki used his magic to conjure a staircase that encircled the tree's trunk that reached the highest branches. Sigyn did not hesitate to start climbing towards their prize with her father following close behind her.

They ascended the staircase around tree for minutes until they finally reached its top. Loki lifted his daughter up, and Sigyn reached out to pluck one of the shimmering, vibrant leaves from its branch. After setting her back down on the staircase, father and daughter descended together.

Once they had reached the ground, Loki held aloft the leaf, and he called out to the giants, "We have completed the task that you requested of us. Here is the leaf plucked from the highest branch."

The giants all nodded their approval, their faces showing signs of their respect for the completion of their assigned task. The one who spoke to them earlier stepped forward and said, "You have proven your worthiness, Loki of Asgard, and Sigyn of Asgard and Midgard. In turn, you shall have our help in digging your new well. Show us the spot, and we shall dig for you."

"You have proven your worthiness, Loki of Asgard. We shall assist you in digging your new well. Choose the spot, and we shall make it so."

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It was evening two days later, and Sigyn sat snuggled into her father's side, listening as the giants labored to fulfill their promise to them.  Soon, they woulf have a replacement for their well that was indeed drying up.

Loki played with her silken locks as he softly told her, "You are so much like your mother, my little snowflake. She could be no prouder of you than am I."

Once more the girl wished she had known her mother, but even so, she is grateful for how much her father loves her.

The giants' continued work digging had been a constant noise in the background. so when the moment they'd been waiting for happened, they almost missed it. But they heard the giants give a shot, and when they did so, Sigyn bolted. She ran towards the meadow, and stopped as she beheld the sight of the new well.

"They did it, Father! We have a new well! See?" she said as her father joined her.

Loko grinned, and nodded, "I see, my snowflake. I see. Come, let us take our first drink of the new cool water."

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Laura Barton sat alone on the porch of her farmhouse, unable to bear being inside a moment longer today as she could see all her husband's unfinished projects. It had been three long and excruciating weeks since Clint's execution, a shocking event that still seemed surreal yet there was no denying it had been all too real. When the order had been given for the shots to be fired, her world and her heart had been shattered along with his. The pain of losing Clint in such a way was almost unbearable, and she wondered if she would ever find solace again.

As she stared out into the distance really seeing nothing, and lost in her thoughts, the glare of an approaching car captured her attention. She sighed, and prayed that the media had not at last found her family's home as she was sure they'd been looking since before Clint's execution. She thought about going inside the house and locking the door before whoever it was got too close, but then she realized she didn't care. If it were the media, then she'd finally have a chance to tell the world about the man she knew and loved. However, when the car stopped, and the occupant got out, she was surprised to see the familiar face of Pepper Potts Stark.

Why was she here? Pepper of all people was only a few feet away from her, and Laura couldn't understand why she would come to see her. But then when Pepper was only a few feet away, Laura could see that her eyes were both red and weary, mirroring the pain she also felt inside. The truth was, their lives had been forever changed by the actions and the loss of the two men they had loved.

Pepper's voice was laden with sorrow when she said, "Mrs. Barton, I am so very sorry for your loss."

Laura nodded in response, tears shining in her eyes, "Thank you for coming, Mrs. Stark—"

"Pepper. Please call me Pepper."

"Then I am Laura. As I was saying, thank you for coming. I... I don't know how to cope with this."

Pepper gestured as the chair to her asking permission to sit, and Laura nodded.

Pepper's smile was a sad. sympathetic one as she seated herself, "I understand, Laura. I know losing Tony was the hardest thing I've ever faced. When he died... after he died,,, the sun didn't just stop shining. There was no sun for me anymore. And, with Clint..."

Her voice trailed off, the unspoken words left hanging heavily between them. Both of them knew just how far Clint had gone during those Five Years in his quest for revenge. SHIELD's decision to actually honor the world's request to execute him had been unexpected, but it seemed even Fury thought he needed to be held accountable.

"Tony's funeral was beautiful... peaceful," Laura said softly, adding when Pepper raised an eyebrow, "I came to the funeral with Clint and our kids. I think you were in the same fog then as the one I've been in since they... oh our kids. Lila and Cooper are old enough to understand what happened to their father but they still can't understand it., Neither can I! I know what Clint did to all those people was wrong, but he wasn't a monster, Pepper! He wasn't! He just got lost in all his anger and pain and he just lashed out!"

Pepper nodded, "And I regret that we didn't do anything to try to help him." She did too, because maybe if they'd tried to help him, he wouldn't have gone on such a bloody crusade, and he would still be here with his family.

Laura laughed sardonically, "Thank you for saying that, but I know you couldn't have helped him if you'd tried. He still had Nat then. And if she couldn't help him, then any attempt you may have made would've been even more hopeless."

"Even so, I am sorry that we didn't at least try to help him."

"Thank you for saying that."

Pepper nodded her eyes were, filled with kinship as she said, "You know you said you don't know how to explain this to your kids in a way they can finally understand what's happened?"

Laura nodded, "Yes?"

"Oh, Laura, there's no easy way to explain or even understand something like this. I wish there were but even after three months, I am still finding myself struggling what to say to Morgan in the moments when all she wants is her Daddy, and that's very often. She and Tony were so close and I'm not sure she still understands that he will never come home again."

"Then what kind of light can there possibly be, Pepper?" Laura asked, wiping away tear, her voice breaking with grief. "Tell me, what's left for us without him? What's left for my kids and me without Clint there with us?"

Pepper took a deep breath, and when she spoke her voice was one of grief and hope, "There is very little, if I am honest. But the sun has started to come out a little for me. I see the sunlight the most when I am looking into my daughter's eyes. I see so much of Tony in her. I see his spirit and his determination. And I am reminded that even in life's darkest times, there's still a flicker of hope. It might be a tiny one, but it is there. You have a daughter and a son right?"

"A daughter and two sons," Laura corrected.

"Oh, I'm sorry, I should have remembered."

"No, don't apologize. There's no way you could have. Not with what you were going through at that time."

Pepper nodded, and continued with what she was going to say, "I have Morgan but you were... blessed to have three children with Clint. They're three chances and places to look for signs of him whenever you're really missing him. Clint lives on through them, just like Tony lives on in Morgan."

She sighed, and went on, "I know this is going to sound like a tired, old cliché but with every day that's passing I am learning it's truth. Time heals all wounds. It may not feel like it right now, but eventually the pain will lessen, and you'll find a way to move on."

"Move on? How can you say that, Pepper? Clint is gone, and my kids will never see their father again!"

"I'm not saying you have to forget him, Laura. But you need to try to focus on the good memories and the life and the love you shared with him. You have to keep going, for both you and your kids. I know I don't know you well yet, but I believe you are a strong woman. You would have to be, to have been married to someone who was an agent a long time before he became an Avenger. So I believe you can do this."

"I'm not feeling particularly strong, Pepper. Instead, I feel like a hollowed out shell of who used to be Laura Barton. Everything, everywhere I look I am reminded of him, and I don't how to make the flood turn off."

"It won't, Laura, or at least not entirely. But with time, and taking it day day, you'll start to feel like yourself again. Or as much as you can with someone you loved so much being gone. And, in the meantime, if I am not too much of a stranger to be saying this... but I want to be here for you, if I can. If you want me too. I know the circumstances of our husbands deaths were not quite the same, but we're in the same boat, and I just want you to know you are not alone in this, okay?"

Tears streamed down her face and Laura wiped them before she reached out to take Pepper's hand, "Thank you, Pepper. I really appreciate you reaching out to me like this. We don't really know each other, but I would like to get to know you. It would be nice to have someone to be able to talk to and cry with when one or both of us need it."

A sad smile graced Pepper's lips, "We'll get through this. Together."

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When Clint's eyes fluttered open, his surroundings were a distortion of blurred shapes and colors. He felt as though someone were banging on his head with Thor's hammer, with every beat of his heart sending a jolt of pain through his temples. He struggled to make sense in his disoriented state, to find his way through the fog that had wrapped itself around his thoughts.

Little by little, tiny fragments of memories pierced through the fog. He recalled the cold, rigid touch of the metal pole against his back, the din of the SHIELD STRIKE team readying their weapons, and the deafening shots that still echoed in his ears.

"What the..." His voice came out as a raspy murmur, barely heard above the muted ache that pulsed through his body when he made an attempt to sit up. He clenched his teeth, then he yielded to the protesting of his enervated form, his muscles refusing to comply.

With a renewal of determination, he forced his eyes to open once more, striving to understand his surroundings. The room, saturated in sterile white, enlightened his blurred vision. The unforgiving glare from the lights overhead penetrated through his fogginess, magnifying the pounding in his head. As he took a deep breath, the sharp of disinfectants seized his nostrils, flooding his senses and leaving an almost metallic taste in his mouth.

At that moment, a door swung open on the other end of the room, revealing Nick Fury, the Director of SHIELD, clad in his customary black attire. Clint's heart, which shouldn't have been beating at all, skipped a beat in his chest. As he watched Fury approach, conflicting emotions swelled within him. This was the man who had betrayed him, the one who had carried out the order for Clint's execution. In the moments leading up to his supposed death by firing squad, Clint had told Fury he had understood why he had to be the one to give the order. But that'd had been a lie. The truth was, he couldn't comprehend how Fury, the Director, could have been the one who ordered his own agents to kill one of their brothers.

Fury's face was as stern as it ever was when he approached Clint, but also he got closer, Clint could also see a tiny bit of kindness. He wasted no time with a preamble but told Clint simply in a low, steady voice, "You're alive now because I arranged for your death to be faked at your execution. There was no way I could let the world take you away from your family forever."

Clint's emotions were a tangled web while his mind raced. All he'd wanted to be with his family again through those five long years they were dead. He'd literally had two weeks with them following Tony's funeral, and then he'd been arrested. He doesn't know how the world learned about what he'd done so quickly because even when he'd been consumed by his rage, he concealed his identity. He doesn't know how the world found out... unless one of the Avengers who had known of his Ronin identity had given the media their anonymous tip.

"How long have I been here, sir? How long since my exe.."

"It's been eighteen hours since you stood in front of the firing squad."

"So the world thinks I'm dead?" Clint asked.

"Yes, they do. We made sure we staged your execution so convincingly that every person who tuned into the broadcast now believes they watched a SHIELD firing squad shoot you through the heart," Fury replied.

"Okay, I'm dead to the world. What now? Am I going to have to spend the rest of my life in some hideout somewhere, where I'll never see my family again? Is that what I've been saved for?" Clint countered, his anger and despair rising with every word.

Fury frowned, as it was his turn to get angry, "You are not listening to me, Barton!"

"I told you he wouldn't be able to listen to you," a new voice contributed.

Clint whipped his head towards the door, "Laura? What the..."

His heart, his perfectly whole not shot through with bullets, heart skipped a beat when he saw his wife standing in the doorway. She looked so weary, her eyes betraying all the anguish and pain she had to endure during this entire ordeal. Her presence was both a comfort and a bewildering mystery.

"Laura, wha... how?" Clint's voice trailed off, as he was unable to form a coherent question.

Laura walked over to his bedside, then instead of answering him with words, she seated herself beside him, and she kissed him like she had in his cell in the SHIELD facility. Fury looked away to allow them a moment of privacy in their reunion, but he finally cleared his throat when Clint's heart rate shot up. Laura pulled away from him but didn't stand up. Instead, she intertwined her fingers with his, and kept her eyes on him as Fury spoke.

"You want to know what is going on, Clint," the older, gruffer man began, "and how it is you're here, not dead, instead of being buried six feet in the ground actually dead?"

Clint nodded, "Yes, sir, I do," Everything had happened so fast that he can't figure out a way the Director had been able to save his life instead of letting the execution actually succeed.

"To begin, I had gotten wind that your identity as Ronin had been exposed a very short time before your arrest. There wasn't enough time to warn you, so I had to settle with ensuring your survival, regardless of whatever happened next or whatever punishment the world deemed to be the right one for your actions.

"Needless to say, convincing the world of your death seemed like the best course of action since they were so thirsty for your blood, and wouldn't settle for anything less. So we orchestrated what the world thought to be your execution to be just that, an execution in which you were shot through the heart by a SHIELD firing squad."

Clint didn't miss he said we, not just him, but he knows it would be pointless to ask who else was involved. Fury would never tell him, and anyway, he could guess that Maria Hill had been one of those involved. In the end it didn't matter, and maybe it was better that he didn't know who else was involved. Instead, he squeezed his wife's hand so she'd look at him.

"You knew?" he asked.

Laura nodded.

"Did you know when you and the kids came to... when you came to see me before the..." Clint couldn't finish the sentence.

Laura nodded once again, "Yes, I knew Nick had arranged to save your life. I knew that you wouldn't actually die when they fired."

He couldn't help but marvel at his wife's acting skills during their goodbye. When he had looked into her eyes during their goodbye, he'd a depth of grief and pain that he'd never seen there before. Laura had looked and acted the part of a woman whose husband was about to be executed and she was helpless to stop it. It'd been over a decade since she'd been an active agent in SHIELD herself, but it seemed it was just like riding a bicycle for her. He marveled until an awful realization dawned on him.

"Lila and Cooper, they... they thought I was going to die."

Tears glistened in Laura's eyes as she nodded, her voice choked with emotion, "Yes, they believed you were going to die, Clint. They're kids and not trained agents. They had to believe you were going to die in order for anyone who might be watching for signs of deception to believe that you were actually executed. Looking my children in the eyes and tell them you were going to die, that they were saying goodbye to you, was the hardest thing I have ever had to do in my life."

Clint squeezed his eyes shut when he heard this, the weight of the revelation weighing down on him like a ton of bricks. Learning that his oldest two children had suffered such anguish because of the level of deception that had to be used to save his life, hurt him in a way nothing else had before. He hated him too in that moment because Lila and Cooper didn't deserve to know that kind of pain, and now they had, all because of him.

When he felt tears well up in the corner of his closed eyes, Clint squeezed them even more tightly shut. When he spoke, his voice trembled, the words barely finding their way past his lips, "I... I can't... what they've been feeling since... I'm their father, and they were never supposed to know this kind of pain! I was supposed to keep them for it! I will hate myself for putting them through this for the rest of my life!"

Laura reached out and grabbed his chin, turning his face towards hers, "Clint, look at me!"

He opened his eyes, and looked into hers.

"I want you to listen to me, Clint. We can't change what happened or what we had to do to keep you alive. Lila and Cooper, they'll understand all of this, in time. You love them, and they now that. They know how much you love them, and in the end all that will matter is they will have their father with them to still love them."

Fury, who had been silent in the corner, took a step forward to remind them that he was still in the room. "Look, I understand your regrets over the pain you've caused them, but dwelling on the past isn't going to change anything. You've got to find a way to focus on the future because in order for this to work, you've got to have your head completely in the game, Barton."

"In order for what to work, sir?"

"In order for you to have a life with your family."

Clint laughed, without mirth, and when Fury glared at him he said, "A life with my family/ How? I'm supposed to be dead, sir. Dead! The moment I step out of this facility into public, whichever one I'm in, facial recognition will have me made in a split second, and they'll just kill me again. And my kids are not going to live out their lives in SHIELD facilities or safe houses, isolated away from the rest of the world."

"And they're not going to have to do that," Fury in a firm voice, "I will say it again, we have a plan that is going to allow you to be with your family, and you'll all be safe. Unfortunately the plan isn't one that is going to happen over night or even over several nights. It won't be quick because of what we must do to ensure you won't be ID'd the second you step out into public with your family."

"What does that mean exactly?" Clint asked, trying to understand the gravity of the situation.

"What it means is through both surgery and technology we're going to create an entirely new identity for you, that no one on the world is aware of. We are going to give you a completely new face that even the facial recognition scans won't be able to ID you as being Clint Barton. You will have a new name to go with the new face, and a new personal history that you will have memorized frontwards and backwards. Clint Barton is dead in the eyes of the world, and that's exactly how he'll stay. When you are finally ready to step back into the world in general, you'll be someone else completely, and the world will never know you were not, in fact, executed like they wanted you to be."

Laura squeezed his hand in support because she knew what Fury was about to say next would be the most difficult part for her husband to hear.

"Now here is the bad part—"

"You mean besides me being erased from existence, and looking into the mirror to see a stranger staring back?" Clint quipped.

"Clint!" Laura murmured, "This is the only way forward for you to stay alive and be with us at the same time!"

He nodded, and looked at the other man, "Sorry, I know this is going to be a lot of trouble, and already has been. I don't mean to sound ungrateful you did and are doing all of this to keep me alive."

Fury gave a curt nod, then continued, "Fifteen months. Fifteen months is the bare minimum is the estimate as to how long it is going to take to completely change your identity, and get you reintroduced into the world."

"Fifteen months? And I'll have to be away from them the entire time," Clint surmised.

"Correct. I'm sorry that it will take so long after the five years you spent without them but this is a painstaking process, and one we can't afford to make any mistakes on as your life quite literally depends on it. We get one shot to get this right, because if the world learns you didn't die at your execution, then I believe they would simply have you taken out this time. With extreme prejudice."

Extreme prejudice.

Clint knows those two words are just another way of saying that they would come after him without any regard for any innocents that might be around him at the time. His heart sank when in that moment he realized fully the gravity of the situation, and that in order to keep everyone he loves safe, things would have to done this way. They couldn't risk the lives of his wife and children just so he could be with them sooner.

"I understand," Clint finally said aloud, resignation in his voice, "If this is what it takes to keep my family safe, and allow me to be with them, then I will do whatever I have to for it to make it happen." The fifteen months would be a long time, but he could do it because unlike before, he has the hope of knowing they're alive, and well, and that he will be with them again.

"Good," Fury said, nodding in acknowledgement to Clint's commitment to the plan, "We'll start the preparations immediately. I've put together a team of experts who will handle the entire process, from the surgical procedures to the creation of your new identity. When they're done, Clint Barton will truly be dead, and a new man will be in his place."

"How do we know that none of them will tell the world who I really am?" Clint asked, "There's a lot riding on this, sir. and just for me." He looked at his wife, and thought of their children.

"Because I know each of the team members personally, and I know they can be trusted to keep your secret for as long as you live. They will take this with them to their own graves. We need to get started on this ASAP, so I'm afraid you both need to say your farewells now because it is going to be a long time before you're able to see each other again."

"Could we have a—"

Fury walked towards the door, "I'll leave you two alone."

Laura touched his face, her voice steadied as she told him, "We'll be waiting for you, Clint. No matter what name they give you, or the face you are going to have, you are always going to be the man we love."

Clint opened his arms, "Come here, honey. I need to hold you,"

Laura scooted up closer to him, and let him wrap his arms around her as she wrapped her arms around him. They didn't talk, just held onto each other, and finally she laid her head on his chest to listen to the sound of his heart beating.

When the ten minutes were up, Fury returned, but stopped at the door without speaking. There was much they still needed to talk about such as the logistics and the security protocols for the next fifteen months. But looking at them now, he knew what they needed to talk about could wait a little longer, and so he let them have it.

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My Dearest Pepper,

It has been said that love is like the (redacted) within (redacted) (redacted) radiating warmth, strength, and boundless energy that powers everything around it. Did you know, honey, that you are the core that makes my heart beat, and you're the brightest light that illuminates the darkest of nights?

Do you remember when we danced on the rooftop? I do, and what I remember most is how the stars reflected in your eyes as if they were created for us and us alone. Or do you remember the countless late night conversations of ours that were filled with laughter and our dreams as we planned the future we knew we'd share?

Your unwavering belief, and more importantly your undying love for me, when I doubted myself, had given me the courage to face any challenge. You are my rock, my anchor, and my guiding star through the storms of life. In the moments I stumble, you're there to life me up, and remind me of the hero I can be.

Pepper, your grace, intelligence, and compassion inspire me each day. Your smile lights up my entire universe, and your touch ignites an inferno within me that can't be contained. I am in awe of your strength, and the way you effortlessly balance love, your family, and all responsibilities that come with being a remarkable woman.

As I pen this letter, I'm reminded of the countless time we've faced danger together. Side by side, we've been triumphant over all adversity, and our love has only grown all the more stronger as a result. It is a testament to our bond — a bond that nothing in this universe will ever be able to break.

This letter comes to you from an admirer who watches you, loves you, and cherishes you every step of the way. I may not always say it or even show it. but you are the love of my life, and my heart is yours for eternity.

Yours forever,

You know who I am

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Morgan was lounging on one end of the couch flipping through some pictures of her parents together while Pepper was on the other end reading a book. She eventually came across a photo of her Dad in his Iron Man armor standing beside her Mom who was in a suit of armor of her own, a suit Morgan knew was called Rescue. Morgan looked at the photo for a long time, then finally said to her mother, "Mom, tell me about the time you and Daddy flew to the moon together please."

Pepper looked up from her book at her daughter and smiled, "Well, it wasn't exactly a real mission, Mo. It was just for fun."

Morgan grinned, and she asked eagerly, "What sort of fun? Did you have to fight aliens? Did you bring back moon rocks?"

Pepper chuckled as she marked her place in her book. and began to remember, "No, Morgan, we didn't fight aliens. We went just to explore the moon and we had fun while we did. Your Dad just had an idea one day to create a modified rocket that could get us there. He spent weeks getting it ready and perfect."

Morgan gasped, "Oh wow! That is too cool, Mom! What did you do there on the moon?"

Laughing as she thought about their adventure, Pepper replied, "Well, we jumped and bounced around for one thing. Even with our suits of armor on we could since the moon's gravity is so much less than it is on Earth. We pretended to be space explorers and your Daddy... even had a Frisbee with him. We spent I don't know how long throwing it back and forth. Tony... your Daddy said it was the best game he'd ever played."

Morgan giggled, "Daddy always loved to play games and make things fun, didn't he?"

Pepper nodded, "Yes, he really did. I'm so glad that we had that time together. It was an adventure I'll always treasure and never forget."

The little girl sighed, feeling sad all of a sudden, "I wish I could have gone with you, Mommy. But maybe someday I can go to the moon too!"

Pepper scooted closer, and hugged her daughter, "Maybe you will someday, sweetheart. The possibilities are endless. Your Daddy always believed that anything is possible if you put your mind to it and don't give up."

"I miss Daddy, but it was nice to hear about the fun you had together. Thanks for telling me about it, Mom."

Pepper kissed her daughter's brow, "Anytime, Mo. Your Daddy and I loved having adventures together, and I love sharing them with you."

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"Tony Stark towered, rose above all the others..." said the history teacher.

As she spoke all eyes kept looking in Morgan's direction. Why oh why hadn't she changed her last name to Potts before she entered high school?

With a sigh, Morgan rolled her eyes. Of course, she was used to the unwanted attention her last name brought but sometimes it was a bit too much to handle. Finally when she knew she couldn't take hearing any more than day, she raised her hand.

"Yes, Morgan?"

"Uh Ms. White, can we please move the lesson along and stop talking about Tony Stark exclusively?" Morgan asked, ignoring the open mouths shocked expressions her classmates had.

Ms. White nodded, "Of course, Morgan. But you have to admit, your dad was pretty cool."

Morgan couldn't help the pride she felt, and she smiled, "Yeah, he was." I just wish I could actually remember him.

The rest of the history class went by, Morgan zoned out and thought about home. Although she could remember very little about him, she missed her dad. She wondered what he'd say if he knew how everyone was still obsessed with him even after twelve years had passed since he died.

Finally, when the bell rang, Morgan gathered up her things and left the classroom. As she walked down the hallway to her locker, she heard someone call out, "Hey, Morgan, wait up!"

Morgan turned around, and smiled when she saw her best friend Jamie hurrying towards her.

Jamie returned her smile as he caught up with her, "So you want to be my partner for the science fair next month or what? I mean with your brains and my building skills, we could make something that would be really cool."

Morgan nodded, her smile becoming a grin, "Yeah, I'm in. Let's make something epic."

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Once the Guardians of the Galaxy found themselves on a dangerous mission that would wind up take them into the heart of a black hole. Peter Quill who also prefer to be known as Star-Lord, Gamora, Drax, Rocket, Groot, Mantis, and Nebula gathered together aboard the Milano, their ship ready to go into the unknown.

As they approached the massive black hole, it's great gravitational forces already threatening to tear them apart. The ship rattled and groaned under the strain of the forces, but the Guardians were strapped in their seats, and held on tight, determined to go forward.

Nebula's cybernetic enhancements pulsed with energy as she observed the black hole intently. "This is a very dangerous undertaking, even for us. But if we are success in retrieving the prize, it might be worth the risk we are taking."

The colors of the cosmic wonder before them were reflected in the eye of Mantis, "I sense a great disturbance coming from the heart of the black hole. It is important that we uncover its source, and put an end to it."

Quill took the helm, both excitement and caution present in his voice, "Alright, Guardians, this is it! Hold on tight and believe in each other! We're taking a dive into the unknown!"

As the Milano descended into the black hole, the Guardians braced themselves for whatever was coming their way. The ship's hull started groaning and creaking, while the gravity began to mess with their perceptions of time and space

Groot's branches started to intertwine with Rocket's furry paws as they hurried to keep the ship stabilized. "Hold it together, buddy!" Rocket shouted above the din, voice strained.

"I am Groot!"

"Yeah, you and me both!"

"I shall not falter! Nothing can stand in our way!" Drax proclaimed, his muscles bulging.

They reached the even horizon, and they found themselves surrounded by a kaleidoscope of swirling colors and gravitational anomalies. It was something that would overwhelm most people, but the Guardians were a special group

The phenomenon surrounding them heightened Mantis's empathic abilities, and she closed her eyes as she reached out with her mind. "The disturbance is pulling towards a hidden pocket in the universe. We much stay focused and be cautious as we proceed.

Star-Lord navigated the Milano into gravitational forces precisely, taking them deeper into the black hole's realm. The Guardians' eyes grew wide as they beheld a breath stealing cosmic domain, filled with cosmic wonders and cosmic phenomena.

Nebula scanned their surroundings with her cybernetic eye, "There it is, the source of the disturbance. We must retrieve it before it can cause more irreparable damage."

Mantis nodded in agreement.

Quill landed the Milano, and after a few scans to be sure they would be able to breathe, they disembarked.

The Guardians took cautious steps forward as their strange, surreal environment had them all on edge. Drax was leading the way, and for once Quill was happy to let him, because maybe his muscles paired with scary appearance would intimidate who or whatever they encountered.

As they made progress, they saw a faint glowing ahead, and then as they got closer they saw that it was a crystal orb.

"This is the source," Nebula confirmed.

Gamora was for some reason she could not explain, drawn to it. She approached it, hand outstretched to touch it when suddenly a voice boomed, "Who dares to trespass in my realm?"

The Guardians were startled, but it was Nebula who came forward, "We are the Guardians of the Galaxy. We've come to retrieve the source of the disturbance that's causing problems in the universe."

They never did see the source of the voice, and after whomever it was had given her words consideration said, "Okay whatever makes you happy. Just be sure to be careful with the orb as it's a very powerful object!"

So they took the orb, left the black hole, and set a course for Xandar in order to turn the orb over to Nova Corps.

"Well done, Guardians!" Quill said as they left the black hole.

"Yeah, not bad for the galaxy's biggest idiots, huh?" Rocket said with a laugh.

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"Like they say dance like nobody's watching!" Eva told her husband one day.

"What a peculiar saying!" Loki inquired.

"Put simply it means to let yourself go and be free. Don't worry about what others might think of you while you're enjoying the moment. Experience life fully in other words!" she answered.

Eva grinned at her husband's newly found appreciation for human wisdom, and she continued to sway to the music in her mind.

Loki watched her enjoying herself thoughtfully, "Yes, I can see the value in this. I shall have to try it sometime." Then he extended his hand towards his wife, "I think perhaps there is no time better than the present. Shall we dance, my love?"

With a giggle, Eva took his hand, "Yes, let's dance like nobody's watching!" And with that, they began to twirl and sway together, lost in their own little world.

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"Father," Sigyn began one day when she was ten years old, "I want to be a healer when I grow up."

Loki smiled at his daughter, "What a noble profession, my snowflake. But tell me, why do you wish to be a healer?"

She considered her answer for a moment, then said, "I want to be a healer because I want to healer people. I want to help people when they are sick or they're hurt, and help them to feel better."

Loki nodded, pride swelling up within him at the his daughter's kindness for others and her desire to help them, "Being a healer is not just about knowing which herbs to use or how to set a broken bone. Being a healer takes a great deal of compassion as well as having empathy. You also will need to be a god listener and do your best to understand their pain, even in the moments you can't heal their illness or injuries."

The girl nodded, making her red curls bob up and down, "I understand, Father, and I will work hard to learn everything that I can so I can help others."

"That is good, my snowflake. Always remember the greatest healers are those tho know how to use a gentle touch along with a kind word to lift up someone's spirit," Loki said, placing a hand on his daughter's shoulder

Sigyn smiled at her father, so grateful for love and his support. She knew with his help, she would become the healer that she dreams of being someday.

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Tony was sitting in his workshop screening at the screen, trying to get rolling on translating his latest ideas to an upgrade for his armor. Rhodey came into the workshop and Tony didn't notice. Finally, Tony made a sound of frustration, and stood up from his desk, nearly jumping out of his skin when he saw his friend standing there. "What the... when did you come in here?"

"Oh, about half an hour ago," Rhodey replied with a shrug.

"And you've been just standing there and watching me the entire time?"

"Yep."

"Enjoying the show?" Tony asked, annoyance in his voice.

"I've seen better," Rhodey quipped back.

Tony rolled his eyes, and went back to what he'd been doing.

It didn't take Rhodey long to see that he was distracted, and getting nowhere fast so he finally blurted, "Come on, Tony! Trust the plan!"

"Plan? What plan?" Tony asked.

Now it was Rhodey's turn to roll his eyes, and shake his head, "The plan to have some fun! Come on! We're going out! Hit some of the clubs and try to relax!"

"Oh really?"

"Yes, really. Now, come on and shut that down so we can get going!"

When Tony acted like he wanted to continue on with what he was trying to do, Rhodey rolled his eyes again, then requested, "A little help, JARVIS?"

"Of course, Colonel," the AI replied.

Tony's screen went blank.

"Hey! JARVIS, what—"

"I saved everything you were working on, Sir, before shutting it down," JARVIS reassured him.

Tony muttered, "Well, thanks for that... Traitor."

"Come on, Tones! We're losing time! Fun time! Let's go!" Rhodey said, tugging his arm.

Tony sighed, and looked at him, "Okay! Okay! I'm coming!"

"Good finally! Trust the plan, Tones! Trust the plan that we're going to have fun tonight!"

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"Am I under a curse or something?" Wanda Maximoff shouted.

Vision gave her a look of concern, "What do you mean, Wanda?"

She paced the room, not looking at him as she answered, "Only all of my attempts to have a normal life end up in complete disaster! First, I lose my parents, then Pietro dies, and now this." Wanda gestured all around her to indicate the chaos and the destruction she always seemed to leave in her wake.

Vision approached her, and took her hand into his own, "Wanda, I think it's important to remember that we are both powerful beings. Our actions have consequences, which means sometimes those consequences can be dire."

Wanda yanked her hand back from him, shook her head, and started pacing again, "But why does it always have to happen to me? Why can't I just have a happy, normal life like everyone else in the world?"

Vision approached her and he put a hand on her shoulder, trying to comfort her, "I don't have the answer to that question, Wanda. Life can be hard and unfair at times. But I know that together, we can face all of the challenges that come our way.

Wanda looked up at him, and smiled weakly, "Thank you, Viz. I needed to hear that. More than you know."

Vision wrapped his arms around her, and Wanda let herself be comforted by being with him. Together they would face whatever the future brought, curses or not.

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The final day of his career as an Olympian is a gorgeous one for Franky. Johannesburg is the host city for the 2048 Summer Games, and once he's finished his final competition of the Olympiad, Franky is looking forward to seeing some of the city with his family. Now while he waited for the event to start, Franky is reflecting back on his career, which began all the way back in 2036 in Melbourne, Australia.

"Are you ready, son?" Clint asked right before the competition was set to start.

"I'm as ready as I'll ever be, Coach," Franky replied with a wink, "I'm just not sure if I am going to be able to win a medal this time."

To say Franky's career as a Olympian had been golden would be an understatement to say the least as he'd taken home a combined 5 gold medals in the previous three Games he'd competed in. Heck, last time in Los Angeles he'd even won a bronze medal too for good measure.

"You've got this, Franky," Clint encouraged him, "Just remember everything I've tried to teach you and everything else you've learned on your own without your old man."

Franky smiled, and hugged his father, "Thanks, Dad. I love you."

"Love you too, Hawkeye. Go get them!" Clint said, patting his back as he pulled away.

"Will everyone please take their positions? The event is about to begin!" an official called out.

"Well, that's my cue," Franky said, and walked to his assigned area.

Clint nodded, and went to stand where all the other coaches would watch from the sidelines.

Three minutes later, Franky was drawing back his bow string, and aiming for the target.

Twang!

The arrow soared through the air, hitting the center of the target with precision.

"Great shot, Franky!" Clint murmured, "Good way to start this thing!"

Franky continued to loose his arrows with precision, hitting the target almost always dead center. The crowd cheered as he completed each round with a high score. Then as he entered the final round for the gold, Franky faltered in some of his final shots. After his opponent from Japan loosed his final arrow in a spectacular shot, Franky let out a low whistle, and immediately offered the man his congratulations.

"That was an amazing closeout to your career, son!" Clint told him, "I'm so proud of you!"

"Thanks, Dad. The silver isn't quite what I hoped to close out my career with, but Kohaku-san was just better than me today. In fact, he was pretty amazing! I think I need to go congratulate him again! Be back in a moment!"

Clint watched his son walk back over to his opponent, beaming with pride at his son's sportmanship as once more he shook the other man's hand.

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It was almost Christmas day on Earth, and eight year old Sigyn is spending the special day with her Gam Gam and Pop Pop while Loki

"Did you know that one time when your mother was a little girl, she called your Grandfather Odin Santa Claus?" Pepper asked as she clearly placed tinsel on the tree before looking at her granddaughter.

Sigyn's eyes went wide, and she gasped, "Really?"

Pepper nodded, "Really."

"She really said that to Grandfather?"

"She did. And she did it not once but twice!"

Sigyn giggled, "I wish I could have seen the look Grandfather had on his face!"

Pepper smiled remembering how Odin had responded, and then she told her, "And it got even better as your mother, not much younger than you, actually if your grandfather, the King of Asgard, if he were a pirate."

"Oh my stars! How did Grandfather react to that?" Sigyn asked once she stopped laughing.

"He wasn't offended. Actually he laughed, just like your Uncle Thor did. Thor laughed first because none of us could understand what Eva... your mother was asking," Pepper recalled.

"I wish I could've been there!" Sigyn sighed.

"I wish you could've been there too, but that wasn't possible since your mother was only a little girl herself."

Sigyn placed an ornament on the tree, and then looked at her grandmother, "I wish I had known my Mother."

Pepper hugged her, "Oh sweetie, I wish you did too. You would have loved her, and I know she loved you from the moment she knew she would have you. She had wanted a child so much, and she was so excited when she found out ~~she was pregnant~~ about you. You were her dream come true!"

Sigyn's eyes welled up with tears, and the girl was about to cry when the front door opened, and they heard a voice calling out.

"Hey, Mom! Dad! You guys here?"

Without waiting for her grandmother to react, Sigyn put down the ornament in her hand, and ran to the door, "Uncle Ethan!"

Ethan just managed to empty then open his arms as his niece flew at him. "Sigyn! It's so good to see you again!" He pulled back from hugging her, not quite letting go as he looked at his sister's little girl. "Wow, you look more and more like your mother and my sister every time I see you, kiddo!"

Sigyn grinned, "Merry Christmas, Uncle Ethan!"

"Merry Christmas to you too!"

At that moment, Maggie came into the house, her arms loaded with Christmas presents.

"Aunt Maggie!" Sigyn said excited.

"Let me put these down so I can get a hug!" Maggie replied, placing the gifts down, "Come here, sweetie, and give me a hug!"

Sigyn went over to her aunt, and hugged her, "Merry Christmas, Aunt Maggie!"

"And a Merry Christmas to you too!"

Pepper appeared, and hugged her son then her daughter-in-law.

"So, where's Dad?" Ethan asked.

"Where else?" Pepper said.

"Workshop."

"Mmm hmm."

"Pop Pop's working on a surprise!" Sigyn declared.

"A surprise huh?" Ethan mused.

Pepper nodded, "Yes, and before you ask, I don't have a clue. I guess we'll find out when your Dad wants us to know."

"I suppose we will," Ethan agreed.

"Siggy and I were just putting the finishing touches on the tree. Would you like to help so we can get all of the gifts underneath?" Pepper asked.

"Sure!" Maggie said with a smile.

Ethan nodded, "Sounds fun."

Sigyn led the way back to the tree, singing O Christmas Tree as she went.

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