Look at Where We Are Now
The grave was starting to grow over with moss again. Wanda waved her hand and cleared the stone with a flash of red. It had been three years since she'd last visited; the world had gone mad for a time, and it had hurt too much to come back.
She wasn't one to believe in angels or heaven and hell like Steve was, but she needed to tell Pietro something. She sat down in front of the grave and fiddled with the sparkling ring on her left hand.
"We were right about Stark," she said quietly after a minute. Her accent had diminished over the years, but it retained some of the pleasant lilt that had always been so familiar in her mother's voice. "His fear controlled him." She plucked a few blades of grass and used her telekinesis to start weaving them together. "He and Steve fought. There was another war and I was in the middle of it. I didn't want to be, Pietro." She sighed. "It's over now, though. Things are settling. Steve died but it didn't feel like it did. Not like when you died. His death didn't fell like a death... I suppose because it wasn't one. He's married, you know. To the Black Widow. I suppose Black Widows can feel after all."
Wanda took a deep breath and stopped playing with the grass blades. "The Vision and I are getting married too, Pietro. You remember, the android with the mind stone in his forehead? It's strange, I know," she let out a little laugh. "But we are, and I wanted to tell you. Steve gave his blessing and so did Natasha, but..." She sighed and didn't finish talking. Instead she closed her eyes and reached out with her magic, felt the shape of the gravestone and the curves of the ground and the group of people standing a respectful distance away.
The wind brushed softly through her hair.
She stood up and padded away to stand with the other Avengers. Scott smiled at her and nudged her with one arm, and Steve, Bucky, and Nat each gave her a quick hug.
"You doing alright, kid?" Tony asked quietly.
"Yes."
Vision put an arm around her shoulders and Thor smiled at her reassuringly.
Clint left the group to stand in front of the grave for a moment, head bowed in respect for the man who saved his life. They waited for him.
"I'll have to come back more often," Wanda said to no one in particular. "The moss was growing on the headstone."
Sam nodded in acknowledgement.
Bucky and Steve wandered away to go look at their own graves, and Natasha rolled her eyes after a moment and followed.
The sun filtered through the autumn leaves on the trees and made a golden pattern on Pietro's grave.
Many years later, even after most of the Avengers had died, Pietro Maximoff's grave was never untidy. Vision, Bucky, and Steve took turns caring for it. It seemed that the super soldier serum came with a bit of a curse: it suspended old age far longer than it should have. Vision, of course, wasn't human and would keep living until he was destroyed somehow.
Sometimes Thor came to visit them. He never looked any older either, just wiser. Apparently there was an offer for Steve and Bucky to become gods of Asgard if they wanted; since Thor was the Allfather now he could do that kind of thing. They hadn't accepted the offer yet; they weren't sure they wanted to.
The Avengers were all buried near Pietro: Scott and Janet, Natasha, Tony and Pepper, Rhodey, Sam, Bruce, Clint and Laura, Peter, even T'Challa (although deciding where to bury him had been difficult). Other heroes resided in that cemetery now too, so that it became a war memorial of sorts. Phil Coulson. Steve's son James, who'd died in a terrible accident. Mike Peterson. Jane Foster. Fitzsimmons. Darcy Lewis. M.J. Watson.
Wanda's grave was right next to Pietro's.
When Steve went to the cemetery, he tended Natasha's grave first. Then James'. Then the Maximoff twins' graves. And Phil's. He always left Phil some kind of Avenger's collectors item that he'd signed.
Bucky liked visiting his own grave, just for laughs. He checked on his nephew James and patted Tony's grave with his metal hand (he thought it was funny, since Tony had been so proud of the arm he'd built). He smirked at the gifts left on Coulson's grave and paused to have a moment of silence for Mike Peterson.
Vision never went to anyone's grave but Wanda's. It wasn't that he didn't care, it was just that it was all he could take just to see her grave.
Thor hated the cemetery, but he still went to see Jane's grave. It had a black granite headstone with gold lettering. If any one had tried to take the gold, they'd have been knocked out for five minutes by the protection spell he'd carefully worked into the stone.
The sun always shone extra bright on the graves of the Maximoff twins.
In years that came, there were several sad ghost stories surrounding the cemetery. One was of a brother and sister who danced through the trees on the night of the full moon and were separated from each other at all other times. The brother was always bleeding and the sister was old and wrinkled, but they were always holding hands as they danced.
At least so the story went.
The breezes were always the sweetest over the graves of the Maximoff twins.
A/N: I don't exactly know what this chapter is. ColdOnePaul wanted a chapter about Wanda becoming more adjusted and everything, and I kinda did that... but then I did something else. Idk what it is. I like it though. I hope you do too; please review.
In case I somehow failed to make it clear, YES, the part after the line that says "Many years later, even after most of the Avengers had died" is for real. I am really writing about the future in which the Avengers are dead.