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Chapter 19

They had gone to Melina's home where her Pigs were still, it had taken them several days of sharing the living room and loft of Melina's home until they could get trailers brought in and install the water and sewage for more living areas for the widows currently there with no income at the moment, for now, it would be a place they could stay until they found income to live their lives and these courters could possibly be used as a form of recuperation for those who would be hopefully freed soon. It had been almost a month until several of the units were finally up and livable for the widows.

Bianca had taken to helping the widows reconstruct the trailers they'd gotten, wiring, the water, and sewage hookup line everything. She'd laughed when Lerato asked her where she'd learned all of this. "Clint, he's one of Natasha's friends, he's like a partner whenever they go on missions, a second side of the Avengers family. He does a lot of home renovations, a lot of times I help him when I wasn't training or anything, really I got roped into it when I'd get grounded, which didn't happen a lot but after the first few times I just… I liked it, so I'd go with him for a few days and renovate with him. He had a wife and three kids, which is why all of the renovations, he likes to keep busy and putting a piece of their family into the homes they live in is very fulfilling." She answered the girl. Turns out, Lerato was a year younger than she was. She was always curious. But Bianca never minded, answering as many questions as she could for the teenager, even Melina enjoyed her questions. Heck, all of the Widows were curious about the new world they were now free to roam.

"Incoming! Melina!" A Widow shouted, an aircraft flying overhead. Sliding out from under the trailer, Bianca grabbed the handgun strapped her to her thigh, and readied herself like the rest of the widows as the aircraft landed and the ramp lowered. The short-haired blonde who walked out with a smirk on her face had everyone lowering their weapons, but her eyes focused on the strawberry blonde covered in dust, paint, plaster, and sweat on her. "Hey kiddo, told ya I'd find you," She said and stepped aside off the ramp, "Sorry it took so long though, I had to grab a few friends on the way around after losing Ross."

Watching, her heart jumping from her chest to her throat as a handful of people walked off had Bianca weak at the knees, as she watched the man walk off the ramp. His uniform ripped in a few places and a bears growing along his face, his hair just a little bit longer, while he looked different, she recognized him instantly and pushed herself into a run towards him and leaped into his arms. It felt like she'd been hit by a bus when he'd caught her, his arms wrapping around her just as tightly as hers had latched around him. Her lungs gasping for breath she had lost when she'd seen him.

He couldn't believe it, she was here, she was alive. She was real. Over-whelmed with relief, Steve closed his eyes and dropped to his knees, and buried his face into her hair. "I'm sorry…" he whispered, his voice breaking as tears spilled over his eyes. "I shouldn't have just left you like that… I thought… I thought I'd lost you too… You're all I got Bee." He told her, kissing her head again. Standing from his fallen knees, Steve eased her back and looked her over, and smiled sadly. "You've grown… And I missed it…" Steve whispered, wiping away the falling tears. "Beautiful. Absolutely beautiful…"

"You have a brave girl, Captain," a man said walking out from the house, his arm draped around Melina. She had set the rifle aside when she noticed Natasha walking off the aircraft. Though, it had taken a moment to recognize her because of the hair job she'd gotten. It had also helped as they watched from the house as Bianca rushed the man walking out and leaped into his arms. They knew each other and likely they were family.

Looking the man over, Steve held Bianca back into his arms and nodded to the man and woman, "Thank you, but um, it's just Rogers, or Steve, no more Captain, kind of a fugitive at the moment. You must be Natasha's parents, thank you, for keeping Bianca safe." He said, holding his hand out for the man, waiting for him to shake his hand. For a moment Steve thought the man wouldn't shake his hand, it was getting awkward really quick. He was thankful when he shook his hand, both giving an equally strong shake before he gently shook the woman's hand.

"Hey! There's my girl!" A man shouted coming off the ship.

Looking around Steve, Bianca smiled with a squealing excitement as she rushed for the man, "Sam!" She squealed as she was lifted up and spun around in his arms.

With his arms around her, Sam laughed at how much she had grown, but as he thought about it, maybe it wasn't appropriate that she had her arms and legs wrapped around him like they were at the moment, "Okay, okay, down kitty," he joked and set her back on her feet and kissed the top of her head, letting the others have their time with reuniting with the now sixteen years old teenager. With her arms wrapped around Natasha and Steve and their arms around her, Bianca looked back over her shoulder to the ship, expecting a few someone else's to walk off.

Smirking down at the girl, Steve kissed the top of her head again, "He's not here, Bee."

Snapping her head forward, Bianca blushed a little, "Who's not here? I was looking for more than just one person just so you are aware of,"

Hearing this, Alexie began to laugh and tease her about liking a boy, to which many of the rest began to tease her a little. But she didn't care, she knew they only meant fun by it.

They ate and drank that night, Alexie and Steve arm wrestling, and Steve being him let Alexie win of course. After a few hours of the loud laughter that she hadn't heard in quite a while, Bianca crawled up onto the roof of Melina's house and looked up at the shining stars in the night sky, her mind going a hundred questions an hour.

"Okay, Monkey, what's bothering you?" Steve asked taking a careful seat beside her.

Sighing sadly, Bianca sat up, using her hands and bent elbows as a prop-up, and looked over to her uncle/father, "I want to go back to New York for a little while, to see Peter, Ned, and MJ. They think I'm dead. I can't do that to them,"

Understanding this, Steve softly nodded and clasped his hands in front of him, "I know the feeling, but Bee, do you think that, maybe, just for now, it's best they think you're dead? I mean, the danger you could be putting them in if you revealed that you were alive could be… Well, catastrophic. On more than just death levels, I mean, reputations, they are kids also, who don't live the life you have already, the terrors you've already seen, I'm not saying that someone will come after them- well, Ross maybe, but still… Have you thought about this long?" he asked, suddenly changing the swing of the conversation.

Sighing, she rested back against the roof, "You have a point, several points, actually, but I can't let them think I was the one murdered. I mean, Tony, Pepper, Rhodie, I have to let them know I'm okay, they deserve at least that much, don't you think?" she asked him, looking over to him curiously.

Understanding that more than she could possibly understand, Steve smiled and nodded, "What if I told you I could possibly pull something together to get at least something to them from you that told them you were very much alive? We'd need to ask T'Challa for some help though, but I'm pretty sure he'd be glad to see you too, I mean the man did also come back from the dead recently from my understanding." He said with a smirk and looked up to the stars.

Shocked by all accounts to that news, Bianca's eyes widened with concern, and sat upward, "Wait, what? He was dead?!"

Softly laughing at her deep concern, Steve cleared his throat and nodded then moved forward to explain what he had heard, though he reminded her that it was all merely rumors he was telling her, that she'd have to get the story from him herself.

"Well, he is a very difficult person to keep down, but do you really think he'd help us get some kind of message to them, Peter, Ned, and MJ? I mean, if we have to just send one to MJ and the other to Peter and put a note with it telling him to make sure he has Ned over to watch it with him, that way they aren't spending all that resource material. Simple, easy, efficient." She asked him curiously.

Wrapping his arm around her, Steve nodded and held her close. "I think he'd help, but for now, let's just watch take a breather, and watch the stars tonight, Monkey?"

Smiling, Bianca nodded and snuggled up to her uncle's side. "Thanks, Dad,"

Steve could have died the happiest man alive when she'd called him dad. It wasn't often that she did, but he fully understood she was confused on where to address him, Natasha not so often since she was really the only mother figure there frequently in her life. While the other males in her life were uncles of family friends, Steve was a confusing family story all-around a different road, a granduncle who was frozen in time under ice, was Captain America, then suddenly her guardian and Uncle to today's logic, then a father figure on a different level as well. Even if she never had called him dad, she could have called him 'Uncle Steve' for the rest of their lives, but he knew deep down that she loved him as a father, still called him her father to other people, as well as uncle, but this, this was one of the happiest moments he'd had in quite some time. Smiling down at her, Steve looked back up to the night sky full of bright stars and thanked God for what he had, what he still had. He was alive, Sam and the others were alive, Bucky was alive, and Bianca was very much alive. It was a no-brainer that she want her closest friends from school to know she was just as much alive as they were now.

*Okay, I know this was a short chapter, and I am sorry, but I promise to make it up to you all, the best has not yet come, trust me. The next chapters are going to be Ragnarök, yes, I am slipping Bianca into that as well, I would have slipped her into the Black Panther, but, what I was wanting to do was just far too much and would not have been possible to do with both Black Widow and Black Panther, which, if I'm honest, would have been amazing if I had, but sadly I could not do both, so I had to choose what would be more... Well, close to home if I'm more honest. But, on the other hand, I kind of wish I'd have just written her into Black Panther with how I did these last few chapters, because, let's face it, I'm not so sure if that was even considered "close to home". Well, not entirely as close as I had wanted it to have been.

Anyways! Thank you to the continued readers of this story, I know it's been short and fewer to frequent and quick updates, but in my defense, I already had the last sixteen chapters pre-written so that would be why and on top of that I was sick for the last two days, therefore, no writing was done. I just figured why not just post it. I didn't honestly realize how slow I'd get after the first ten chapters posting.

But, leave your thoughts, I'm up for reading your opinions, what you think should have happened, what you expect to happen? All that wonderful Jazz. Thank you all again for reading, new and older readers, have a wonderful day/Night!