Floor 87 was an empty suite. It had been decorated and the person who was supposed to live there had all her stuff there, not by any doing by her own, naturally. She had never even stepped into the room, though, at one time or another, each of her former teammates had spent some time inside.
A week after the battle, the owner of the building, in denial, ordered all of her things transferred from the preserve she had called home to the building. When the people he ordered told him that it was all for naught, he went and did it himself, with only his science buddy to help. It didn't take long and only took one jet trip to transfer everything. He even took a picture of the house, had it framed, and put it up on the wall of the suite.
Dust gathered on every surface as the teammates lost what little hope remained. The covers were never once drawn back, as the owner of the building refused to have the room disturbed, the books on the shelves never read, the clothes in the drawers never worn. And dust gathered.
A cloud of darkness settled over the building at the one-year anniversary of the battle, as they all finally realized that she wasn't coming back. She was dead. Vivian was really dead and there was nothing they could do about it.
Its a short, depressing chapter. I just felt like giving you all a glimps of how the Avengers reacted to Vivian's death. There may later be more glimpses if I come up with something. Please review, no reviews are making me depressed.