Dearest Readers,

I knew how mad some of you were about the ending of Love Is A Burning Thing *cough**ladymoonscar**cough**cough*. So as originally planned here is the epic conclusion to my trilogy! :) Thank you to my reviewers: Miko Hayashi, Fleeting Dawn, and the wonderful ladymoonscar.

All my love,

Emma

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(BRUCE POV)

"Are you kidding me?" I sighed again looking at the folded piece of paper in my hands. She not only had left, but she had taken my favorite button up shirt with her. I sighed looking at her messy cursive scrawl.

Bruce,

I'm so sorry for everything I did. I know that I should have told you last night what my plans were but I didn't think you would understand. I love you more than words can express but for right now I need to keep my distance. I've have hurt everyone that we care about and that is NOT okay. I promise to come back as soon as I feel that I have experienced the pain that I have caused everyone else. Please let me go for now.

All my love forever,

Lizzie

I grumbled under my breath running my hand over my face and through my hair. A sudden knock came at my door, which almost made the Hulk jump out in anger at what we had just read in her note. I walked to the door swinging it open to reveal a slightly pissed off Natasha.

"Have you seen this?" she demanded throwing another note in my face. It was almost identical to mine but instead of a short expiation of why she was going it was less than thirty five words.

Guys,

I'm so sorry for everything I did. Please do not try to find me. I promise to come back when I feel I have suffered as much as you all have.

All my love, Lizzie

I sighed again. Looking back at Natasha. She was steaming her normal reserved manner was out the window.

"She wrote one just for me." I answered giving her the note I had found on my floor. "I thought I was going to wake up with her in my arms, but no such luck."

"She came into Clint's room last night. He's completely heal and Stark is on his way to recovery. I don't know if I can go down there and tell them this." She whispered her eyes betraying extreme sadness, like her heart was broken.

"So you forgave her?" I asked trying not to be mean.

"Of course I forgave her. Didn't I forgive Clint the moment he became sane?" Her eyes narrowed mad at my words.

"I was just asking," I smirked hands in the air.

"I half expected you to be in the green room," She snapped trying to push my easy buttons.

"He hasn't really had much say in the matter yet. I'm pissed, upset and about ready to break but hasn't that been our typical week? I need to make sure everyone is alright and what the plan is before I let off some steam." I answered back calmly hoping she could hear the threat underneath my words.

She nodded sternly her arms crossed in front of her chest. Turning on her heel she walked down the long hallway to the kitchen muttering something in Russian. I followed her finding the Captain and Darcy sitting by the island. Darcy's eyes were red like she had been crying, Steve has his arm around her waist rubbing her arm with his other hand.

"I'm sorry, Bruce." she frowned. "We just got her back, and she blames herself for everything."

I nodded not sure if my words would be safe out in the air. Steve frowned his brow in severe concentration. They both stood watching Natasha on her unsteady feet.

"How much sleep did you get last night?" Darcy demanded her eyes suddenly clear of tears. She had always been like this solving every problem at the same time.

"Enough," Natasha said sternly wanting to drop the matter. "I'll sleep when I'm dead."

"Your no good to SHEILD if you're not rested." Darcy snapped back crossing her arms.

"Since when have you decided what's good for SHEILD?"

"Since I became a part of this team."

"What's your skills? Fashion? Art? Mov-"

"SERIOUSLY?" I asked angrily pounding my fist on the counter. Green rippled up my skin. I forced it back down looking between the two girls. "Can we just focus on one problem?"

"You alright, Bruce?" Steve asked one arm protectively holding on to Darcy.

"Fine," I lied storming towards the elevator which swished open the moment I pressed the button to reveal Fury, Clint, Thor, Jane and surprisingly Tony in a wheelchair pushed by Pepper. I was stopped in my tracks mouth hung open.

"We need to talk," Fury said pushing past me into the living room. Clint smirked while Tony winked while they followed Fury. I stopped Thor one hand on his arm.

"Who's watching your brother?" I asked meeting his eyes.

"He is in a sleep that rivals the Odin sleep, warrior. I trust the agents with him now, but I will return after we talk about the young maidens disappearance." Thor nodded a small smile on his tired face. Jane nodded thoroughly glad to be holding on to her man.

I followed them into the living room. Fury stood in the center messing with the projector system a map of New York state popped up in front of us. Tony sighed as if Fury's slowness with the technology was bugging him, which it probably was.

"Agent Olsen left NYC at exactly 0600 this morning. She dumped the Lamborghini about here," the map zoomed in to Elizabethtown, Pennsylvania. "She sold the car to a local pawn shop owner for eight thousand dollars. We have already had agents speak with him and ask if she had said where she was going. After that we have no new information, which means she doesn't have anything on her that we can track."

"She sold my 2012 Lamborghini Aventador for eight thousand dollars." Tony sighed shaking his head in sadness.

"Her cell phone, credit cards and laptop are still in her room." Natasha said from her spot on the coach.

"Which means she is only using cash, but what about the her IPod? Did you find that in her room?" Tony questioned pulling out his phone typing quickly on the screen.

"It wasn't in there," Natasha smiled.

"Never mind, Ms. Hellfire is one step ahead of us. She removed the tracking chip I put into all her electronics. I wonder how she knew." Tony mused stroking his goatee.

"So, in all reality we have no idea where she is going?" Barton asked stretching out his newly fixed arms.

"Correct," I sighed rubbing my hands through my hair.

"Would it be so bad if we let her be? For now?" Pepper asked quietly looking at me.

"Yes, we have highly unstable prisoner downstairs who might escape at any moment!" Fury snapped rolling his good eye.

"What do you mean he might escape?" I growled suddenly pacing to keep the other guy inside me.

"Banner-"

"If you tell me to remove myself I WILL SNAP!" I barked real green creeping up my arms. "If he is going to escape why don't I just kill him?"

"Doctor, you may be my friend in combat, but I cannot let you harm my brother." Thor said standing from his place on the coach the sky suddenly darkening outside.

"Let's see who win, Thunder Pants." I sneered my body shaking.

"Bruce," Tony voice made me turn to face the Man of Iron. He stood shakily from his wheelchair holding onto Pepper for support. "We won't let him escape, I will see to it personally that he is punished for what he has done to us."

I sighed trying to let my body unwind from the tight spring I had made it. Tony was right, we would be able to stop. I mean he might have been a demi-god but even Thor had been knocked out by small doses of the same sedatives. I let myself fall unto the coach feeling like a weight heavier than anything I could ever imagine was on my chest.

"I just feel like I'm losing her." I whispered.

"We will find her," Natasha said harshly. "I taught her almost everything that I know. I can track the tricks and I will bring her back myself."

I nodded trying to look thankful. Fury spoke again but I couldn't hear him through the buzzing in my ears.

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(Lizzie POV)

I stepped off the bus in Davenport, IA a little under a thousand miles between my friends and me. I had over sixteen three days of traveling to make myself disappear into the crowd and so far I had done a pretty good job. My once long blonde hair was ten inches shorter and the color of the night with deep purple highlights, my bag dug into my shoulder. It felt heavier now after I had bought all new clothes for my new look. A new haircut could make a girl do anything. The only reason I had time for shopping in my big escape was there wasn't a train that went from Philadelphia directly to Iowa. I had to risk being caught twice staying in a shitty hotel room. I kept my head down trying to avoid the 30 million security cameras that SHEILD had access too. I had to get to computer. I had to make new documents, I had to pretend like Elizabeth Olsen had never existed and I knew the exact person to help me. I dropped my bag in front of the line of dirty payphones that looked like ancient artifacts. I dialed the number that I had known for years, the one person who I had always trusted when everyone else had thought I was a freak. Three rings drilled a knot into my stomach.

"Hello?" A groggy voice answered. It sounded much deeper than I remembered it, but it had been a little over three years since I had heard it.

"You're a fucking moron." I said in my most serious voice.

"Your language is offensive." He responded quoting our favorite movie. We had seen it at least fifteen times in our towns little theater and then burned holes in each of our copies because we watched it so much. "Where have you been, girl?"

"You know full well where I've been." I smiled back into the phone not realizing until this moment how long I had missed my small town best friend.

"Yeah, I saw it all. You really turned out to be something, didn't you?" I could hear his gruff laughter echoing in his broad chest.

"I guess, but I have a favor to ask of you." I sighed closing my eyes.

"What is it?" he chuckled standing from wherever he had been sitting or sleeping.

"Can you come pick me up? I'm running again." I almost sobbed into the phone.

"Where?" I could hear him picking up keys and opening his door. "Liz, where?"

"Davenport Amtrak bus stop."

"There's a McDonalds two and a half blocks down, go wait there. I'll be there in forty five minutes or less."

"Thank you," I whispered.

"Can I reach out at this number again?"

"No, you should reverse the tracking polarity in the phone though." I shrugged looking at my watch, we had another forty seconds until the call could be traced.

"Already done, sweetheart. See you soon." he hung up with fifteen seconds to spare. I hiked my bag on my shoulder and made quick work down to the fast food chain. People stared at me as if I was homeless, like a I was running away. I kicked my bag further under my seat hoping to draw less attention from the onlookers.

Thirty six minutes passed and a tall red head walked into the restaurant making a bee line for me. I jumped up his face cringed slightly as if he didn't recognize me. I rolled my eyes lugging my bag over my shoulder accepting his arms that he held open. He was almost as tall as Thor, but brawnier than the Captain. His once gangly appearance had filled out tremendously from either playing football or growing up. It felt good to hug him again, the familiar smell of gas, smoke and blue ax filling my head with more memories than I cared t think about. He held my hand pulling me out of the smelly place and almost throwing me into his truck. We didn't speak for the first few minutes just the road and the dark inky sky in front of us.

"Ryan," I started looking at his focused hazel eyes, shaggy hair and freckled face.

"Liz," He smiled stealing a glance at me.

"Thank you for doing this."

"Like you wouldn't do it for me?" he chuckled the deep voice more shocking in person than over the phone.

"I know," I smiled back. "but you could get into real trouble with these guys, you have no idea-"

"They came to my dorm two days ago, I'm guessing they wanted to trail me but I sent them up to Floyd. Said it was the most likely place you would go first." he shrugged opening a warn pack of Reds from his jacket pockets lighting it up. I took one from the pack out of a habit that we both hid from our parents. "I'm sure they won't come back, I told them we haven't spoken in years."

"I'm sorry," I sighed letting the nicotine course through my head. "It's not fair that I ask this of you after all this time."

"It will always be alright, Liz. I...you've been my best friend since we were kids, you just don't ignore that." He shrugged again flicking the ash out the window.

"I promise to be out by the end of the week. I don't want to impose on you." I sighed sucking in more smoke.

"Shut up," he smiled shaking his head. "Close your eyes, you look like some vampire, emo girl who doesn't sleep to prove she's ironic. When was the last time you slept?"

"A while," I lied flicking the cigarette out the window closing it to the roaring wind.

"Go to asleep," he commanded not taking his eyes off the road. I nodded laying my head on his shoulder. He shrugged putting his arm around me, as I closed my eyes to the world.

(Ryan POV)

I ran my fingers through the short black hair that fell across my knee. She was dead to the world and my leg was half asleep, but I didn't care I had here back. Three years, eight months, twelve days and six hours of waiting for her, she fell back into my life. Her blue eyes still shone like the sun in my cloudy mind. I had always been the Debbie Downer as she liked to call me, but whenever we were together it made me better. I had been the only kid in the whole town that didn't just speak to her because she was a freak. I was her only friend. I was there the day she discovered her powers. We were playing in our sandbox that was in my backyard only a country mile away from her small white house. I had stolen a toy she loved to play with and she had gotten angry pushing me over without even touching me.

From that day forward I promised to keep her secret no matter what, but it was hard for a girl with that short of temper to keep her own secret. After she left school I still went over every day to play and called her once we reached that age. I took her to every school dance, forcing my friends to be nice to her. It was me who found her hanging from that huge oak.

She hadn't answered my typical 10:30 pm text asking her what her plans were for the next night. It was homecoming week and I couldn't wait for her to see me play. When she didn't answer three hours later I got concerned, by two thirty I was driving over there. I had never cried in front of her until that day and six days later she was gone. I promised myself that I was going to find her as soon as I graduated. Her parents wouldn't tell me where she went because she had suggested that I should move on with my life. That was the catch, I couldn't move on to my life. I applied to over fifty schools each offering a scholarship for my brains or my sports skills. I landed on the UOI because it was the closest to home with a good physics program. I also choose it just in case she ever came home again.

Though her she was sleeping soundly in my truck just like old times. The smell of her sweet perfume and shampoo filling up the small space. I had waited for this moment for a long time, holding out for the day when she would come back to me. I pulled up to the dorm, peacefully pulling her out with me. She snuggled deeper into my chest as I carried her inside the body bag she had brought with her strung over my shoulder. As I laid her down on my small bed I noticed a small chain sinking into her neckline. I pulled it out revealing a huge diamond ring. It hurt me more than I expected. I had known there was someone else, but this was much worse.