"Long time- no see Cap." Tony's voice wavered when he greeted his old friend. He slowly moved down the steps of his cabin and into Kayla's outstretched arms to embrace her in a hug.

"Tony, I'm so sorry." Kayla mumbled as she hugged the aging genius, being careful not to break him. She stepped away and Steve pulled Tony into a hug as well, giving Kayla a chance to study their old teammate. His hair was thinning and grey and he looked frailer than last time they'd all been together. Kayla bit her lip, trying to steady herself as she watched Steve and Tony together. They'd once stood as equals, but Steve and Kayla were cheating the laws of nature. They were bartering for extra time.

Tony lead the pair into his cabin where Morgan was setting up the long table with food for the guests that would be arriving for Pepper's service after lunch. When she looked up and saw Kayla and Steve, she set down the plate of brownies she'd been holding and sprinted toward them, enveloping Kayla in a hug. "Aunt Katie, it's been too long!"

Kayla pulled away to study the young woman, tearing up at seeing the little girl so grown up, "Too long." She agreed as Morgan wrapped her arms lightly around Steve. When Morgan pulled away, Kayla got a good look at the girl, "You've grown so beautiful."

"You can call her Kayla now if you want, James and Sarah know." Steve added, causing Tony to raise his brow questioningly. "Well," Steve continued, "they don't know everything. They think we're in witness protection. But they know her name is Kayla."

"Witness protection? Smooth Rogers. Or did you forget, that's your real name?" Tony jested but Steve didn't respond. Morgan swatted her father's side and pushed past him to continue setting up for the service. Tony looked after her, pretending to be offended, "What? It's been, almost twenty years right? Although, if I didn't know any better, I'd say you haven't aged a day."

Kayla just shrugged, not realizing Morgan was looking over her shoulder in the kitchen to hear her answer. Kayla just offered her famous smile, the one that proved she had secrets to keep. "Sorry Tony, that's proprietary."

"Speaking of proprietary..." Morgan sing-songed as she pushed past her father to set down a tray of freshly sliced vegetables. "You three better skedaddle before people start showing up. I've got things from here."

Tony pulled his daughter into his arms and pressed a kiss to the crown of her head, "I wish I could be here with you. I hate that you have to do this alone."

"I won't be alone." Morgan said bravely, "And neither will you. You guys can catch up. Reminisce about the good old days." She laughed airily at the idea as she shooed the adults away. "You can watch from the basement. I can handle this. Mom taught me well."

Tony pulled a book from the bookcase, then tapped away on a keypad and the floor under the stairs moved away to reveal another staircase to the basement, "Uh, Rogers, you go first, I haven't cleaned out the security room since we've been back. So, you can fight off the rats and spiders. I'm mourning."

Kayla grabbed Tony's shoulder as her husband began to descend the stairs, "I've missed you."

Tony smiled up at the blonde, still looking thirty years young at over fifty, "The feeling's mutual, Kay."

"I can't believe you made me do this."

"It's fine. Calm down. Don't you want to be there?"

"I mean, yeah, but Mom and Dad will be there. They'll kill us for skipping class."

James scoffed as he drove down the old dirt road toward the Stark's cabin. He was a kid last time he'd been here, but he remembered the way like it was going home. "We are doing this for Uncle Tony and Morgan."

"You're doing this for Morgan. I'm doing this for you. I could have gone to class and come to see them this weekend like Dad said we would." Sarah grumbled, staring out the window. She felt her heart tug a little, swelling in a way that made her smile, so she looked over to her brother, "Please tell me you aren't going to make a move on Morgan... her mom died this week."

"That's so insensitive Sarah, gosh!" James scolded his sister with wide eyes. Then he bopped his head a little bit, "But, I mean, I'm sure she'll be sad. We're old friends. Friends are there for each other in their time of need. Which is now... right?"

Sarah made a show of rolling her eyes and gasping exasperatingly, "Yes. But I think your idea of being there for her is having her wrapped in your arms... at Homecoming... or in your bed."

"That is absolutely ridiculous and I'm appalled Sarah. I clearly should have left you home. You don't understand the gravity of the situation." James replied seriously, but Sarah just squished her face and pulled her head back, knowing her brother was gas lighting her. She shifted herself and relaxed into the seat. Her warnings fell on deaf ears, and James would find some way to make an ass of himself in front of their old family friend.

James pulled his red car up the drive toward the cabin. Sarah leaned forward, her eyes glowing gold for a moment as she studied the building, "I've missed this place so much. But this feels... familiar."

"The cabin?" We spent half our childhood here, of course it feels familiar. Stop being weird, let's go." James turned off the car and got out quickly, leaving Sarah to decipher her feelings alone. Something about the situation felt off to the teenager. After a minute, she slowly got out of the car anyway, but when she closed the door, she felt a wave of sorrow wash over her.

Sarah turned to look at the cabin again, seeing people she'd never met before, which was to be expected. It had always just been their two families. The people in attendance were dressed in black and bowing their heads in respect. She moved quietly, seeing as they'd already started a memorial down at the dock, looking for her brother in the crowd.

She felt herself move slowly toward the people, trying to be as unobtrusive as possible. Sarah watched the people on the dock, feeling her own heart breaking as she felt their pain. She couldn't quite make out anyone on the dock, but she was sure Morgan and Tony would be toward the front. She thought for a moment she saw the back of her father's head, standing tall and proud as he always did, but she didn't feel comfortable placing herself that close to the memorial. Sarah stopped suddenly, realizing one of the men near the dock was almost eight feet tall. And green? Was he green? She began to look around, realizing the people directly to her left were multicolored, and had some sort of a dog? A rabbit?

"Where are you James?" Sarah whispered under her breath, beginning to panic as the world around her stopped making sense. She looked to her right and sighed, finally seeing someone she knew, "Uncle Bucky!" When she approached though, he looked right through her, like she wasn't even there. A familiar looking man grabbed Bucky's shoulder and squeezed it comfortingly. Sarah looked around, "Where's Tess?" Suddenly, she noticed a tall, muscular blonde woman cradling a baby at the end of the line. She began to walk toward the woman, but a small brunette leaned forward and tilted her head.

"Sarah?" The stranger asked, looking right at the girl with glowing golden eyes. The stranger began to reach out toward Sarah-

"Sarah!"

She felt a hand grab her wrist and looked to her right to see her brother standing there. She panted, looking around to see that there were only a small handful of people on the lawn. "Did the memorial end?"

"What memorial?" James asked, following his sister's gaze, "You okay?"

Sarah tried to focus on the memory, but it was already gone, as if it wasn't hers to begin with. She finally looked toward the cabin, hearing chatter from the inside, "Let's go inside."

"Yes please." James grumbled. Sarah scurried after James as he took the lead, allowing her brother to hold the door open for her and usher her inside. As the door closed behind her, Sarah looked around, suddenly feeling like she was on a different planet. She'd once considered this place a second home, but now she felt like an outsider, like she knew its secrets and couldn't tell. She tried to force away the haunted feeling in the pit of her stomach, grabbing onto a brownie and shoving it in her mouth nervously.

Her brother noticed her sudden appetite and pulled his focus away from his search for Morgan long enough to bring it up. "What's wrong? You're doing that weird 'stare off into the distance' thing again."

"I'm fine. It's nothing. I'm fine." She repeated, kicking at the floorboard with her shoe. "I just feel like we shouldn't be here. What will Mom and Dad say when they see us?"

"Are they really going to yell at us at Aunt Pepper's funeral? I think not." James explained under his breath, turning to look over his shoulder when he heard someone laugh. That's when he saw her.

Sarah watched it happen. His jaw hung open and his eyes locked onto his target. Sarah snapped her fingers in front of his face, but he didn't even notice. Sarah half expected James to melt into a puddle at the sight of the woman. He was a goner.

From across the room, Morgan laughed again, her voice hanging in the air as she talked to a larger man in his early seventies with a grey beard. She turned her head and her gaze fell on Sarah and James, and the smile slipped off her face so fast, Sarah half expected to hear glass break. Sarah pushed James's jaw back up as Morgan practically floated across the room, smiling and greeting people as she moved to meet her old friends. "Sarah- James! What are you guys doing here?" She breathed out quietly, quickly pulling Sarah into a rushed hug before looking James up and down nervously. "It's good to see you both!" She eeked out as she threw her arms around James, pulling away far quicker than he had hoped.

"It's so good to see you too. You look... wow." James breathed out, allowing himself a good look at the woman. Morgan placed her hands on her hips, eyeing the other people nervously, but so far nobody had noticed the resemblance between this young boy and the former Captain America. After a moment, she returned the sentiment, seeing how very handsome James had become in the five years since she'd last seen him.

Morgan quickly raised her head to look up at her old friend, almost able to look James in the eyes in her black kitten heels. She silently berated herself for thinking about the last time she'd seen James. But that last kiss replayed like an old movie, romantic and too good to be real. Still, it was flattering to see how he looked at her like she was the only person in the room, "Thank you." She finally said, wishing she could talk to them. But it was only a matter of time before somebody put two and two together. In the real world, nobody would think twice about how similar James looked to Captain Steve Rogers. The people currently mourning her mother would though.

Morgan looked nervously over her shoulder, and Happy gave her a questioning look, as if to ask if the boy was bothering her. "I wish I could talk more, but I should continue making the rounds. Thank you for coming. I'll call you." Morgan bid James and Sarah goodbye, causing the spell over James to break at her absence.

"Where's Uncle Tony? We want to see him, too." Sarah called nervously, wanting to see someone else she knew to ground her. She swiped another brownie from the table and chewed it quickly, using it as a way to prove she wasn't dreaming. Her words caused several people to turn and look at her like she was crazy. Sarah caught their bewildered stares and shrunk back into herself, embarrassed that she'd apparently say something wrong. "Unless-"

Before she could speak again, Morgan was back to the pair and standing so close James could smell her perfume. The brunette's attention was locked on his sister though, "He's not here. He said it was too painful, but I wanted to do it for Mom." Morgan noticed that Sarah was quivering, but didn't have time to understand why. Her friends needed to leave.

"Oh... I'm so sorry." Sarah stuttered, taking a step back as her face flushed. "Please give him our love."

Morgan nodded feverishly, "I will. I promise. I'll see you soon."

"I have a game tomorrow!" James exclaimed as Morgan turned to walk away. Sarah shot her brother a frustrated glare as Morgan whipped back around, realizing how loud he was being. She stared at him with her bright eyes, realizing Happy and Rhodey were now walking towards them. She needed to get them out now.

"Yeah. I'll be there. Like I said, I'll call you." Morgan replied frantically, waving and sweeping away toward the kitchen, leaving the tall blonde waving like an idiot in her wake.

"Alright, well, we've done what we came to do. Let's go. We can still make it back before free period and have a chance to get away with this." Sarah hissed as she pulled on her brother's arm. "Come on James, let's go. We don't know anybody here."

"You two shouldn't be here."

James and Sarah turned to see a redheaded woman in her forties standing behind them with a cup of tea in her hand. She had a small smile on her dark lips as she sized them up. James crossed his arms, pulling on the fabric of his green shirt as he lifted his nose to the air defensively. The woman chuckled and Sarah saw her eyes glow red for a moment. She took a step back and the woman turned her attention to the young girl, narrowing her gaze before tilting her head.

Sarah kept her gaze, feeling a sense of ease come over her for the first time since they arrived, "Have we met before?"

"No. Not really, but I knew your parents." She looked up at James and he softened, letting his hands down as she studied the boy, "You need to leave."

"Me? Why me? Who are you?" James spat, but the woman's attention was already back to Sarah. James grabbed his sister and pulled her back a little, "We should be going."

"Yes. Before someone else figures out who you really are." The woman warned. Her small smile broke into a sly grin, "Before you figure out who you really are."

James pulled Sarah away, out the front door and past the prying eyes who watched the two teenagers curiously. He looked around, seeing the chairs at the edge of the deck were empty, so he led Sarah and sat her down in the corner so he could face away from all the people in attendance. "Hey? You okay? That lady was freaking weird."

"I feel like I know her." Sarah whispered, looking up beyond her brother to see the larger man with the mustache studying her before walking down the steps. Sarah turned back to her brother and grabbed his hands. He realized she was shaking as she spoke, "I can't explain it-"

"She's weird. Don't listen to her." James said again with a shake of his head, "Aunt Pepper has some weird friends and family."

"We don't know who we really are James. What if they do? Mom and Dad aren't here. What if these people know who we were before..." She trailed off and her brother just groaned loudly, rising to his feet.

"Whatever, let's go. Mom and Dad are around here somewhere. I'll prove it to you-" James turned to walk away and ran into something tall and solid. He looked up and exclaimed, "Uncle Bucky!"

Bucky didn't share his excitement, staring down at him pointedly as he crossed him arms, "What are you two up to?"

Sarah breathed heavily, staring at Bucky until Tessa appeared beside him, proving that this was real and they were really there.

James laughed nervously as Sarah stood and scrambled around the table to give Tessa a big hug, "This was James's idea." Sarah tattled quickly, looking at her brother as Tessa kept her arms around Sarah's waist.

"Why doesn't that surprise me?" Tessa chuckled, raising her brow to James, "Shouldn't you two be in school?"

"We couldn't just not show up to Aunt Pepper's funeral. It's important." James defended and Bucky tilted his head, waiting for the truth. James kept his gaze for a few moments until Bucky raised his brow questioningly and the boy broke, "We wanted to see Morgan."

"And how did that go?" Tessa asked, looking up to meet her husband's eyes knowingly. She worked hard to hold back her smile as Sarah leaned into her, finding comfort in Tessa's arms. The two were about the same height, which made Tessa one of the few people who didn't look down on Sarah. Figuratively or literally.

"It could have gone worse." Sarah responded and Tessa nodded, somewhat impressed.

Bucky ruffled Sarah's hair with his right hand, then turned back to the boy, "I'd get moving along if I were you. Your parents left about an hour ago, something about their kids cutting school."

"Shit!" James cursed under his breath as Tessa released Sarah. James motioned over his shoulder as he walked backwards toward the stairs, "Gotta run! You guys will be at my game tomorrow, right?"

"Would miss it for the world, Kid." Bucky called back as James trotted quickly down the steps with his sister not far behind. Bucky leaned against the wooden pillar, clenching his teeth nervously as Scott Lang walked past the teenagers with his wife and adult daughter.

Scott saluted James and greeted him with a 'Sir' before continuing on. James turned to stare at the man with a puzzled gaze, confused about the stranger's greeting. He finally shook off the odd encounter and unlocked the car so he and his sister could leave. He didn't realize the man had done a double take, whipping back around to get a better look at the man.

"Jesus." Bucky murmured and Tessa rubbed his back as he stared at Scott. Scott pointed over his shoulder at the retreating car with a gaping expression, but Bucky filled in the blanks, "Don't think too hard about it Ant-Man..."

Morgan walked out the door, gazing down at the road at the trail of dirt before looking up to the roof with a slight nod to herself. Without explanation, Bucky took a seat and leaned back in the chair, putting his feet up on the table before pulling out his phone. Tessa sighed and stood at his side, listening in to his hushed conversation.

"Are they gone?"

"Yes."

"Did the kids say anything to you guys? What did Wanda say to them?

Bucky looked to his wife and Tessa just shrugged, knowing neither of them had been around when the Scarlet Witch had approached the kids. "We don't know. They seemed a little shaken, but I don't think they know," Bucky answered truthfully. "They are on their way home. I told them you left an hour ago when you realized they skipped school."

Steve and Tony exchanged a glance and Kayla took the phone from her husband's hand, "Skipping school will be the least of their worries now." She hung up the phone and handed it back down to Steve, going back to staring at the monitors in the basement's command center. She looked down at the men from where she stood, frustration and nerves written across her pretty face, "I think it's time we tell them the truth."