I waited in agony on the Quinjet as the plan was carried out, step by step. I had no fighting experience. I couldn't help. In actuality, I was a liability. In the end, I had evacuated the Quinjet in order to help Sokovian citizens aboard the helicarrier as their city descended into destruction. The comm system was down at the moment, and I used every extra second searching the skies for my newfound family. It frightened me that I couldn't see much. There was so much dust and pollution in air that it almost made it hard to breath, much less see.
Suddenly I saw an explosion of red, wispy magic. It was aggressive and loud, shaking the ground and making the new passengers fall to their knees as they tried to climb aboard. I didn't have time to watch the chaos that ensued. I reached out a hand to the nearest person, holding onto the railing while simultaneously trying to ignore the frightening drop below that the gap presented.
An unsettling feeling washed over me as I helped the last person to safety. It was so tangible that I shivered involuntarily, searching the skies and streets for anyone.
There—in the distance was Steve. He passed, not speaking a word as I watched for the others. Clint passed, Pietro in his arms. I could only hope he was alright, not able to leave my post.
The helicarrier shook when the Hulk landed. He dropped Romanoff on the deck and jumped off again. Then the capital of Sokovia started to fall from the sky. The whole world seemed to shutter and shake as lighting exploded in the sky along with a centralized beam of light. In my heart I knew it was Dad, plummeting towards the earth, my heart along with him.
The city shattered like glass, breaking into thousands of pieces of rubble, raining down on the land below. I waited, hardly breathing, for Dad to return. Wanda came back in the arms of the Synthetic Man, and then Thor. I stood there for what felt like forever until I could hear the faint sound of repulsors firing at a staccato rate. I peered over the edge as he ascended, attempting to keep his stability even though the repulsors were firing on and off.
As soon as he was close enough, I reached out my hands and helped pull him aboard.
He was alive.
We'd made it.
Or so I'd thought.
Third Person P.O.V.
It had only been a week when Pietro was buried. Amelia had taken it better than expected, though it was thought that she was hiding her pain inside. The funeral was short. Only the team was there, and not even all of them. Thor had returned to Asgard. Dr. Banner was still missing, currently presumed dead.
It was a silent affair.
Tony Stark stood behind his daughter, his hands on her shoulders, not only to comfort her but to stabilize himself. Vision, as he was finally named, also stood among the small group. Even as the young hero's body was lowered into the ground those present knew this was a turning point in each of their relationships.
Both Clint Barton and Tony Stark were leaving the Avengers. Stark, of course, had already set up a new facility for those remaining in upstate New York where no one would bother them. It was a new team, therefore a new start. He wouldn't admit it, but he hoped they could be better than what he'd helped create. He wasn't one to shy away from the advancement of—well, anything.
After the ceremony was over everyone shook hands and left. They knew they would meet again, even understanding that when it happened they wouldn't be on the best terms. But out of respect for the dead, those terms were put off for later.
As for the Starks, they relocated, deciding to settle down in New York City. It was close enough if anything arose but far enough away that they could try to forget about what had happened.
Eventually the most pressing piece of world news was titled: "Amelia Stark, the New Face of Stark Industries".
It was a year later when Amelia led a school tour through the old Avengers Tower. Midtown High was supposed to be a school that promoted advanced academics, not that she got that feel from most of the kids in her tour group. A few stood out, especially one particular freshman who seemed extremely interested in everything going on around him.
Amelia let the class wander around one of the experimental labs, so she could talk to him.
"Excuse me," She said. "You seem to be remarkably involved in the tour. What's your name?"
"Peter Parker, ma'am." He replied, almost visibly shaken to even be in her presence. They got to talking, however, and Amelia got the feeling that this kid from Midtown High would become so much more important than he seemed.
It was time to go, so turned to get everyone's attention.
Peter interrupted before she even got the chance, "Thank you for the tour, Miss Stark."
She smiled.
It was a nice name.
The end.