A/N: If you have not seen AVENGERS: ENDGAME, read no further. MAJOR SPOILER WARNING. Read at your own risk. Reviews, comments, P/Ms, and constructive criticism are very welcome and appreciated.

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When my alarm clock went off, I quickly silenced it. I did not want to get up today. I rolled over to face the wall, avoiding the world, safe in my cocoon of blankets. I would not get up today. Not today.

My phone buzzed. Someone had just called me. Probably a friend who didn't understand asking me what I was doing to celebrate today. They didn't know that today is not a day worth celebrating. Not to me. Not to my mom, either. Or Happy, or Rhodey, or Peter, or Harley. Or most of the Avengers.

Ten years ago my father died saving the world. I felt hot tears slid down my cheeks as I reflected on that. It was the worst day of my life.

My phone buzzed again. I decided to answer it just to shut that infernal thing off so I could wallow in peace.

"Hello?" I asked blearily. "Hi Morgan," said the girl on the other end. It was Stacey, a girl in my robotics club. She was nice, but we didn't really talk that much. "Could you come over to help me with my robot today? I don't really understand how to code it. I know it's a holiday, but I really want to get this done. Do you mind?" I sat up, rubbing my hand over my tired eyes. "Yeah, sure. I think I could probably spare some time."

"Great. When can you come? I'm available until 4, then my family is going to a Day of Return picnic."

"I can be there in an hour."

"Okay, great! See you then!" she said cheerfully. Almost too cheerfully for my sullen mood. "'Bye," I replied, laying back down in bed.

I supposed there were worse ways to spend this day of days.

I rolled until I had rolled out of bed, then stood up and grabbed some clothes to change into. I opted for my favorite pair of jeans and an oversized Iron Man sweatshirt. I figured it was a good way to honor and remember my dad on that day.

I wandered down to the kitchen to get some breakfast and found my mom already down, an untouched mug of tea in her hand.

"Morning, mom," I said, hoping I didn't scare her. She jumped a little and then replied, "Morning sweetheart."

I noticed that she was fingering her favorite necklace. It had a heart-shaped jewel and the shrapnel that used to be in my dad's chest, next to his heart.

"How did you sleep?" she asked, plastering a fake smile on her face. "Fine," I replied.

"Well-"

"Mom. You don't have to do that. I know what today is. It hurts me too."

She sighed, "I wish he were here. I wish he could see you now." "I know," I said, hugging her, "but he died a hero. He saved thousands of people. That's how he should be remembered. With love." "With love," she repeated, a ghost of a smile playing on her lips.

"Mom, I have to go to Stacey's to help her with her robot today. Why don't you ask Rhodey or Happy over today to exchange stories about dad? Today hurts them too."

"I like that idea, thank you sweetheart," she said with a real smile this time as she tucked a stray hair behind my ear.

"You have your father's desire to solve problems. He always wanted to fix everything. Especially for me."

"I love you, mom," I said, hugging her. "I love you, too Morguna."