And here we are at the final chapter. Thank you to everyone who has read, reviewed, followed and favorite this work. I really hope you enjoy how it all ends.

TW: Glad you enjoyed it. Probably, although not something I'm going to cover. Not a really high bar, as phase four has been crap outside of NWH.

THWA: Glad you enjoyed it. Maybe, but I doubt it on Mordred.

New York

Morning

Morgana was at work, getting some coffee as she, along with the rest of the café, listened to the news.

"It's been four days since what has been called the 'the battle of the White House'. While many questions remain unanswered, it's been confirmed that former Secretary of State Thaddeus Ross was part of a coup that's goal was to overthrow the government and resulted in the death of President Ellis. Earlier this morning, the former Vice President was sworn in and had this to say.

"My fellow Americans," the former Vice President said as his image filled up the television. "It is with great sorrow that I take up my predecessor's position. Matthew Ellis was a good man who only wanted what was best for our country. He did what he thought was right and it is a great loss for our country.

"With that said, President Ellis was not flawless. He made mistakes, the least of which was not the signing of The Sokovia Accords. And so I formally announce to all America's withdrawal from the Sokovia Accords. I also grant full pardons to all American citizens who violated the Accords and even those who are not American but have made America their home such as Natasha Romanoff and Wanda Maximoff. No one will have to live in fear in America of the Accords ever again.

"To the countries who still support the Sokovia Accords, I now speak to the heads of state. I present to you a question. The Accords were corrupted in an attempt to overthrow America. What's to stop it from happening to your country?"

"Well, at least one good thing came out of all this."

Startled, Morgana looked up, seeing Merlin standing by the counter, dressed in a suit.

"Hey," Merlin greeted.

"Hey," Morgana echoed. "Aren't you a little overdressed?"

"I just came from a funeral. I wanted to stop in on my way home, see how you were doing," Merlin explained and Morgana almost laughed.

"With what? Having two lifetimes of memories in my head, having my magic back, or adjusting to normal life again?" she asked dryly. "I guess I'm doing as well as I can. So, a funeral?"

"May's. After the dust settled, we were finally able to plan it. We buried her today," Merlin said and a silence stretched between them for a few moments.

"How's Peter?" Morgana asked and Merlin sighed.

"As okay as he can be, given everything that's happened. May's will was read yesterday and she named Gwen his guardian," Merlin explained.

"Well at least he has someone who knows what he's going through, someone who knows who he is. I would've given anything to have that back In Camelot," Morgana said wistfully and Merlin almost grimaced.

"One person can make all the difference," Merlin agreed, thinking of Gaius. "Listen, Morgana, I owe you an apology."

"Merlin, no you don't," Morgana quickly assured him.

"Regardless, I need to say this, it's been eating me up for centuries," Merlin confessed and Morgana looked at him perplexed but gestured for him to go on. "I should have been honest with you. You came to me for your help but I let the warnings of others stop me from doing what I knew was right. I left you lost and alone, so of course you sought help in the wrong places. I'm sorry."

"Merlin, you know me better than that. You honestly think you could have stopped me? Nothing could have stopped me from going down the path I went down if I really wanted to walk down it. Whatever you or Morgause did or didn't do, no one is responsible for my actions but me," Morgana said firmly. "You do not get to blame yourself for things I did. So don't."

Merlin stared at her for a long moment before finally nodding. He honestly wasn't sure he believed her but, either way; he felt a weight finally lift from his shoulders.

Cemetery

Same time

Peter stood alone, staring down at May's grave. A tear fell from his eye and down his cheek as he felt someone walk up next to him. He didn't need to turn to know it was Gwen.

"I'm not going to ask if you're okay, but how are you feeling Peter?" Gwen asked as she looked at him in concern.

"I don't know. We stopped Morgause; Merlin helped me keep my secret. But she's still gone. And I just wonder…did everything she believed in die to?" Peter asked feeling utterly lost.

"No," Gwen said firmly, wrapping an arm around him. "The ideals she died for, they exist in us, they live on in us. It's up to us to keep going, to make sure they don't die out."

A little further back, Arthur watched his wife and Peter silently, dressed in a suit Gwen had bought him for just this occasion. The others had already left, promising to keep in touch even as they went back to their lives, to their families. Arthur felt someone walk up beside him.

"How is the boy?" Thor inquired.

"Doing well, or as well as can be expected. He's been through a lot for one so young," Arthur said with a frown.

"He will be alright. He will have the queen looking after him, and you," Thor noted as he turned to Arthur. "What will you do now?"

"I do not know. For the first time since the day I was born…I have no path," Arthur admitted, feeling free but lost at the same time. "It is a strange feeling, to be free of all responsibility."

"It is," Thor acknowledged, remembering being cast out by his father years ago. "It is time for me to return to Asgard. I simply came to say it was an honor to meet you, Arthur Pendragon."

"The honor was mine," Arthur said humbly but Thor shook his head.

"I have never met another person in the nine realms capable of wielding Mjolnir. Only an extraordinary individual would be able to do so," Thor said before holding out his hand. "Take care, Arthur Pendragon."

"You as well, Thor Odinson," Arthur said, taking Thor's hand in a handshake.

The two nodded at each other before dropping hands. Thor then walked off and Arthur turned back as Gwen and Peter approached him.

"What was that about?" Gwen inquired as she looked at Thor's retreating figure.

"Just saying goodbye. Come on, we should back to the house," Arthur said, glancing at Peter before the three headed to their car.

Hell's Kitchen

Same time

Matt, Karen, Marcy and the entire Nelson family stood outside the prison gate when it opened. Foggy stepped out of the gate and took a deep breathe, seeming to breath in the outside air.

"Uncle Foggy!" Foggy suddenly found himself surrounded by his nieces and nephews, who he hugged happily.

Matt and Karen stood back as Foggy was greeted happily by his family and Marcy. There would be time to talk later, but for right now, Foggy was finally free.

In her apartment/office, Jessica was going over some case files when she heard a knock on her door. She grumbled as she got up, preparing to yell at them as walked over. But when Jessica opened the door, the mean-spirited words died on her lips as she saw Luke standing on the other side.

"Luke," Jessica said softly.

"Hey," Luke greeted.

"Um, what are you doing here?" Jessica asked, not sure why she felt so nervous.

"We never did have that talk. And I know how easy it is for you to fall into old habits, so I figured I should show up before you could drink yourself halfway to death in order to avoid talking about us," Luke said only half joking.

He definitely knew her well, Jessica mused not sure whether to be annoyed about that or not as she tried to ignore the little flutter in her chest.

"Okay. So…you wanna go get something to eat?" Jessica asked lamely.

"I know this coffee shop down the street. I'll buy," Luke said with a slight grin.

"Always the gentlemen," Jessica joked as she grabbed her jacket.

Luke chuckled as they headed out the door. Neither knew where this cup of coffee would go, but it was definitely a start.

Avengers Compound

Same time

Tony was in the lab, work on something when Vision walked in, carrying a package.

"Mr. Stark, this package was just dropped off for you," Vision said as Tony looked up.

"Any idea who it's from?" Tony asked as he put down his tools.

"It did not leave a return address I'm afraid," Vision said as put the box down on a table.

Tony nodded as Vision walked out of the room, leaving Tony alone. Picking up a nearby knife, Tony opened the package, which was about the size of a briefcase. Opening it up, Tony looked inside and saw the Spider-Man suit he had given Peter.

Tony stared down at it for a moment before closing up the box with a sigh. He wasn't sure why he was surprised, but he shouldn't be. Peter had clearly decided he was better off without Tony, which Tony admitted he probably was. And, judging by the fact that Wanda had not returned to the Compound since they'd retreated from the White House, Peter clearly wasn't the only bridge he'd burnt.

Barton Farm

Same time

Clint came in after a day of working on the tractor. After the last few weeks, it was refreshing to do some work around the house. As he entered the kitchen, he saw Laura was preparing lunch.

"Soup's almost on," Laura said as she saw him.

"Good. Starving," Clint said, as he always was after a hard day of working around the farm.

"What else is new?" Laura giggled. "So, I'll go get the kids. You wanna check on our new house guest?"

In the guest room, Wanda sat on the bed, lost in thought when someone knocked on the door. Wanda looked up as Clint entered.

"Hey. How you doing?" Clint inquired.

"Okay, I guess. This is…all very new," Wanda said lamely, looking around the room.

It was all so ordinary. Yet, in many ways, it felt comfortable and like the home she'd always wanted.

"Good to know, but we both know that wasn't what I was asking," Clint said as he walked over, sitting down next to her. "What's your plan Wanda?"

"I don't know. I don't know where I go from here," Wanda said with a heavy sighed. "I still want to help people, but I don't know how I can go back, work with Stark and Viz."

"No one says you have to go back. You can still help people and be an Avenger. After everything that's happened, being an Avenger, it doesn't mean what it used to," Clint said and paused. "Not everyone we fought with was an Avenger. Daredevil, Jessica Jones, Luke Cage, even Peter, they're all just ordinary people, trying to help as best they can."

"You're saying I should do the same?" Wanda asked and Clint shrugged.

"Just something to think about. You don't have to use your powers at all. You can retire, becoming a librarian or something. No one's saying you have to keep at the hero life if you don't want to. It's okay to take a breather if you want," Clint told her.

Wanda frowned, deep in thought. She had honestly never thought of what life might look like outside the Avengers, it was never an option for her. Was it something that could be possible now?

"You don't have to figure it out right away, there's still plenty of time for you to make a plan, decide what you want," Clint said gently before getting to his feet. "In the meantime, lunch is ready. And Laura's trying to make a good impression, so it'll be something amazing."

Wanda laughed before getting up, beginning to follow Clint out of the room. For the first time, she felt hopeful about what the future might bring.

San Francisco

Same time

A red Mustang pulled up in front of a house on an ordinary street. In the driver's seat, Sam glanced over at Scott, who eyed the house with a bit of fear.

"It's not gonna come alive and bite you Tick-Tac," Sam said gently.

"What do I say? How do I…" Scott trailed off, uncertain.

"I don't think you'll have to say anything. If they love you, they'll understand," Sam said compassionately. "So, you want me to go with you?"

"No, no. I can manage. Thanks for the ride," Scott said with a smile that looked more like a grimace.

Sam merely nodded as Scott unbuckled and got out of the car. Closing the door, Scott took a deep breath before walking up to the front porch. Scott rang the doorbell and waited. In less than thirty seconds, the door opened to reveal his ex-wife.

"Scott," Maggie said in shock.

"Hey. I'm back," Scott said with an awkward wave.

"Thank God you're okay," Maggie said before pulling him into a tight hug.

"Not exactly the word I would use," Scott muttered even as he returned the hug.

"Come in, Cassie and Jim will be so happy to see you. We've all been so worried about you," Maggie said as she all but pulled Scott inside.

From his car, Sam watched as Maggie closed the door behind Scott before turning his head and driving off.

New York

Same time

"So, what happens now that you've been pardoned?" Steve asked as he and Sharon sat in a café across from each other.

"I don't know. Can't go back to Germany as long as The Accords are in effect there. Fury offered me a place in his new organization but I don't know, not sure I want to keep playing the spy game. What about you? You're not a fugitive anymore," Sharon pointed out. "Planning on taking up the shield again?"

"Tony actually offered me the shield before we went to confront Morgause and her army. I declined," Steve said, to her shock. "I told him it was because Captain America storming the White House felt wrong, but I was lying."

"I thought you were always honest," Sharon teased and Steve chuckled.

"Not always. The truth is, I just didn't think I could hold true to my ideals and honor what Captain America stands for at the same time. Not anymore," Steve said and it was silent for a long moment.

"Maybe that's why you should be Captain America again," Steve looked at Sharon in confusion. "You weren't just a symbol of hope to America; you were one to the whole world. People look at you and see what every American; every person in the world should aspire to be. That hasn't changed. And after all this, we all need hope, something to look to. Maybe it's not all about what you want."

"Maybe," Steve acknowledged before smiling slightly. "You're pretty good at this."

"I try my best," Sharon said with a smile.

And, as they each took a drink of their coffee, Steve and Sharon's hands somehow found each other on the table.

Later that day, Morgana was getting ready to take off as her shift ended when someone approached. She looked up, stunned to see Arthur.

"Arthur. What are you doing here?" Morgana asked in shock.

"Merlin told me where I could find you. I'm here for a talk, and a cup of coffee," Arthur said simply.

"Right. What kind?" Morgana asked, pulling out her pen.

"Surprise me," Arthur said as he leaned forward. "We've been given a second chance Morgana. Before we found out we were siblings, we were friends first. And I see the girl who was my friend before me now. I would very much like to be friends again."

"I would like that to Arthur. But so much has happened," Morgana said uncertainly.

"I'm not saying pick up where we left off. But someone needs to take that first step. So here I am," Arthur said with a shrug.

Morgana stared at him silently. It was such a change, an earnest change, from the young prince who could outright refuse to admit when he was wrong. But, she decided, not a bad one. And Morgana did admit, it touched her that he cared about her enough to take that first step.

"I'll go get you some coffee. I'm almost off, so then we'll talk. Why don't you go sit down," Morgana told him.

Arthur nodded, seeing an empty table and making his way towards it as his sister went to go prepare his coffee, the two of them preparing for a talk that was centuries overdue.

Avengers Compound

In his office, Steve picked up his shield, staring down at it with uncertainty but also determination. He and Tony exchanged a look before they nodded at each other.

"Welcome back Cap."

Gwen and Merlin's house

Night

In Merlin's room, Peter was sitting at a desk, using a sewing machine to make a new Spider-Man suit. Merlin had let him have his room while he slept on the couch until a more permanent solution could be found. Peter had overheard Merlin talking to Gwen and Arthur about possibly moving out, which Peter felt guilty about but he also reasoned Merlin was a thousand years old. He'd likely moved around a lot.

He finished what he was doing, taking a moment to examine his new suit with pride when he heard a voice. He looked down at his phone, which he had secretly synced to the same frequency as Merlin's police radio. It was going off about a possible disturbance.

Less than a minute later, Gwen opened the door to tell Peter they were going to order in tonight when she paused, not seeing Peter. Looking at the sewing machine and the red and blue pieces of material near it, she glanced at the open window and smiled.

It seemed Peter was just like Merlin and Arthur.

On the roof, Peter, dressed in his new suit, jumped across the roof to the next building before jumping up. He shot off a stream of webbing and used it to propel him into the air, off to help whoever needed help.

And that's a wrap.

Before anyone asks, I do not intend to write a sequel. I've really told the story I wanted to tell with this, and I think I ended it at a good spot. So I really don't plan to continue this universe.

Anyway, hope you all enjoyed this.

Until next time.