Author's Note: Sorry it took so long to get this final chapter out. To explain, I had written most of this out, but when I went to hit save, my internet had gone out...erasing everything! So after two weeks of being mad, I finally decided to sit down and redo the entire thing again. I think it's close to the original, and I'm happy with how it came out.

Thanks for sticking with the story and I hope that you enjoy this finale.

Epilogue

Safe House - South Dakota
Two Weeks After Rescue

Sam knew that if he didn't get Teagan to open up to him, that she was never going to get any better. For the past two weeks, all that she had wanted to do was stay in that bedroom. Sometimes she would ask him to stay with him, while at other times she would demand for him to leave. A habit that was becoming more frequent. There was no telling which request she would make of him when she woke up in the mornings.

The first few nights that they had been back at the house, he had either fallen asleep on the chair near her or on the couch downstairs. He was worried about sleeping in the bed next to her and what affect it might have on her. But after only a few nights, she had started seeking him out after the others had gone to their own rooms. The first time he had been asleep on the couch, Teagan had crawled onto the other side of it to sleep, reminding him of how they had first gotten to know each other. Then when he had fallen asleep on the chair in her room, she had woken him to take his hand and guide him to his side of the bed.

Some of the more recent nights, he would wake up to find her wrapped around him, holding on as if she believed he would disappear.

Teagan had only been outside three times since they had arrived here, and only one of them was during the daytime. She had told him that it would be harder for someone to see her at night, and he tried to point out that there was nobody around to see her at all.

So he had determined last night to try and give her a stronger reason to go outside with him...in the form of a picnic.

Steve and Nat had gone to the grocery store this morning and picked up everything they would need to grill hot dogs and burgers on the simple charcoal grill they had left in the small storage shed almost two years ago. He hoped that seeing them all safely surrounding her would help to ease any misgivings she had about Hydra being nearby.

It was now close to lunch time and Steve had just gone outside to light the grill. Nat was gathering the items to be cooked from the fridge, and his mission was to get Teagan out of that miserable room.

Seeing her still lying on the bed facing the window, he was not sure if she was awake or asleep. "Teagan? Are you up?"

"Yes," she simply said, not offering anything more.

"It's almost lunchtime and we're doing a picnic," he told her coming to sit on the edge of the bed near her. "I think that it would be good for you to come down and join us for a while. Get out of this stuffy room for a bit."

Teagan averted her gaze from him to the window, her lips pursing together just a bit.

"It will be fine. There is nobody else around. You'll be safe with us," he hoped that something didn't happen to turn him into a liar, like she had accused him of being that first day.

For some reason, he saw tears starting to form in her eyes, but then Teagan nodded in agreement.

"Alright," she spoke in a soft whisper.

He waited by the door for her to change out of the pajamas he'd had Nat pick up in town. He had hoped that something new and colorful might help to brighten her mood, but over the past few days she had stayed the same.

When they finally made it downstairs, they walked into a conversation about how Wanda had not checked-in with Nat over the past two weeks. Her cell phone signal had been turned off hours after their last talk and had not been reactivated since.

"Do you think Hydra got to her?" was Teagan's first worry.

"No, it wasn't Hydra that's gotten to Wanda," Nat told her with a sly smile. "She was meeting up with a certain someone for a rendezvous for a few days. I think that she just wanted some privacy."

"A certain someone?" Teagan had the beginnings of a smile. "You mean she has still been talking with Vision?"

"Yes. Even more than she has been," Steve responded.

They had mentioned a few times in passing about how Vision and Wanda had formed a unique friendship during their time together. Then with the Accords and the fallout from them, it had only made them have to try and hide it even more. But Clint had told them about the many times over the past two years when Wanda would go off on her own for a few days before checking-in. They all agreed that their friendship seemed to be growing into something more.

And for almost two weeks, the two of them seemed to have dropped out of sight.

Teagan kept glancing out of the kitchen window while the three of them chatted. It wasn't until Steve and Nat began arguing about which type of potato chips were better, ruffled or kettle style that they were able to get Teagan to interact with them by asking her opinion.

Sam watched from a distance as she began to join in with the discussion, going over the finer points of chip flavor versus cooking style. Over the next few minutes, he saw her behaving more like she used to then she had since leaving that base. He had started to drown out their conversation when Teagan's questioning voice called out to him.

"Do you have pickle slices for the hot dogs?" she asked, looking at all three of them.

"Pickle slices?" Nat asked, not knowing why she wanted them.

"When we were in Chicago, their style of hot dogs have pickle slices along with other more unusual items," Sam told her. Turning to Teagan, "No, I don't think we have any pickles, or peppers."

"Oh," he could hear the disappointment in her voice.

Hoping to keep her in a better mood, "I can run to the store and get some. Steve and Nat have never had their hot dogs Chicago style. We could introduce them to it."

"You would do that?" she questioned.

"Of course," he told her, grabbing his phone from the counter and sliding it into his back pocket. Taking the truck keys from where they hung by the back door, he tossed them slighting in the air before catching them, happily saying, "I'll be back in just a few minutes."

Sam practically raced to the old truck, glad that Teagan seemed to be doing better already.

Watching the truck pull out onto the dirt driveway, Teagan knew that Sam would be gone long enough for her to put her plan into place. She had been thinking about how to accomplish the task, and she was fine with her decision, but she had been hesitating on move forward with it.

Having Sam around for the past two weeks was a double-edged sword: she liked having him around but knew that she was just making it harder on herself with what she was planning. Some days, she found that she needed him to be near her. But those days when she made herself not rely on him being there were some of the worst since leaving that base. She knew that if the two of them were going to survive, even if it was apart, then she needed to be able to stand on her own.

She must have been staring out of the window for too long since Steve's voice told her, "He'll be fine and back in no time."

"I know he'll be fine. He has the two of you."

"He has you too," Natasha told her.

That was the hardest thing to hear. Teagan turned around to face the two of them.

"After tomorrow he won't. The three of us are going to have a talk. You will listen to my instructions and obey every order..."

Sam had not been this happy in such a long time.

The four of them had spent most of the day eating, playing a board game, and telling more stories (most of which had been told before). Then he and Teagan had taken a long walk around the property, sitting by the fishing pond for such a long while they had watched the sun setting before coming back to the house in time for dinner. Afterwards, the two of them had ended up rocking in the chairs on the back porch until bedtime. Steve and Nat seemed to know that they wanted a bit of private time.

Teagan was just coming out of the bathroom after getting ready for bed, and he noticed that she had changed back into one of his oversized t-shirts to sleep in.

"You look good in my clothes," he told her, wrapping his arm around her waist as she came towards him.

"I figured after wearing those pajamas for the past couple of days that something clean would be nice."

"Are you alright with us heading out tomorrow?" he asked her.

When he had gotten back from the store, Nat had told them that Wanda had finally called to check-in since she had just moved to another safe-house. Hearing that she was a bit lonely, they had discussed and agreed at lunchtime to head to Scotland to stay for a few weeks. Teagan had easily agreed to the change of location, but he knew that in the past that she had a hard time with such moves.

"I'll be fine," she told him, but there was a sadness in her voice. She must have seen some worry from him as she then told him, "I had fun today."

He had not expected her to say that, even if he had suspected as much.

"I'm glad," he said leaning over to kiss her forehead.

Looking down into her eyes, Sam saw her give him a smile, but there was a touch of sadness in her eyes for some reason. Maybe tomorrow on their flight they would be able to talk some more.

Letting her go, Teagan started to walk towards her side of the bed then stopped. He was watching her, but then he got that feeling of when you walk into a room but forget why you had gone there to begin with. That was strange.

Shaking off the feeling, they crawled into bed, getting comfortable with Teagan lying against him, her hand wrapped in his as he held onto her. It wasn't long before he could tell that her breathing had evened out and that she had fallen asleep. Hopefully tonight she would not wake up from another bad dream.

Listening to his footsteps echo through the metal halls, Thaddeus Ross wondered if how his newest prisoner was finding his accommodations. It was the first time in over a week that he had been able to get enough time in his schedule to get out here to try and question him again.

Coming to a stop outside of the maximum security block, the guard punched in his code to open the hallway's door for him. There was no reason to have him moved to the interrogation room. He was sure this was going to be a short, one-sided conversation, just like last time. Entering the hallway, he moved the final steps to the last door holding the prisoner inside the cell that was being opened for him.

"How are you doing this fine morning?" he asked the bound and gagged man who was sitting on the cot. His response was nothing more than a couple of incoherent mumbles. "I guess that to you it doesn't really matter what time it is anymore. So let me get straight to the point of my visit. Now that you've had a couple of days to consider my offer, I wanted to see if you have changed your mind about helping me find Polly."

Marcus Keeling mumbled more into his gag as he turned his bound head away from where he stood nearby. It seemed that he was not going to be cooperative. With the files in Hydra's computer system on Polly having been corrupted, he was relying only on the ones that had been left behind to tell authorities of their crimes. Polly had also made sure that her real identity had been erased.

So now, only the man in front of him could tell him the truth about her.

"All you have to do is agree to give me her real name and how or where to find her. That's information which you cannot find useful anymore. You are never leaving here again. But once you tell me what you do know, I'll have my technicians get to work on freeing you from that trap on your arms and have that hood removed. I know that you couldn't possibly be comfortable. A real meal, not one administered through a feeding tube. I'll have them put together a special cell just for you. All padded walls, nothing sharp to hurt yourself with. It should be enough to keep you alive and not let you have to obey the command to kill yourself that she left implanted in here," he said tapping the top of his leather bound hooded head.

Keeling did not seem to like that as he jerked his head away from the touch of his finger. The mumbling got even more angry sounding.

"Polly must have really hated you to leave you in such a state. I know from the guard found with you that she was under your care for quite a while, maybe even years. And whatever you did to her, having her own devices put on you was just a bit of payback."

More grumbling could be heard. Maybe he needed more of a threat.

"I've been curious as to how Polly's powers worked. She never really gave us too much of a sample to go by. Did you know that over in the other cell block we have the guard that was found with you locked up for his own protection? I wonder if I had him brought into here if his mind would revert back to the final command she gave him. What would he do to you if he ever saw you again?"

Now the garbled mumbled took on a slightly worried pleading sound. Maybe the threat of a visit would be enough of an incentive.

"Well, I don't have enough time this visit to test the theory. And I'll take your attitude to mean that you've not had long enough to really consider my offer. So how about I give you some more time? Say a couple of weeks?" Thaddeus told him turning to head back out of the door. Thinking of a final something to leave Keeling with, he glanced over his shoulder to tell him, "By the way, you might like to know that this is the exact same cell that I kept Polly in for two years. I wonder if you will find it just as accommodating as she did."

As the door shut, Thaddeus could hear the scream that emanated from inside the small metal room. Walking down the hallway so he could get to the helicopter that was waiting to take him home, he was sure that he also heard the sounds of crying.

The Quinjet
Hours After Leaving South Dakota

Sam felt contented in a way that he had not felt in a long time. Teagan was lying against his side, his arm around her protectively as they had recently fallen into a comfortable silence. Steve and Nat were quietly chatting at the front of the jet, glancing back their way every so often. He was calm but there was an underlying anxiousness that made him feel like it was not going to last. He had no idea why the feeling had crept up on him a couple of times during the flight.

It had just been there, just below the surface.

"We are coming in for landing," Nat called back to them.

"Alright," he told her as he felt Teagan stiffen next to him. He was not sure what had brought that on. "Ready to get out of this eggshell for a bit and stretch our legs?"

Teagan turned to face him and there was no mistaking the sorrow in her eyes.

"Teagan, what's wrong?"

"Sam..."

As they touched down, Teagan wrapped her arms around him to steady herself from the gentle impact. When she looked back up at him, he saw the tears starting to form in her eyes. She looked to be on the verge of breaking down. Glancing over at Steve hoping for some help, he saw his friend standing rigid as he glared at Teagan, as if he had somehow been expecting this. But Steve made no move or indication that he was going to help.

Placing his hands on either side of her face, Sam firmly asked, "Teagan, talk to me. Tell me what's wrong."

Shaking her head slowly, "Sam, I'm sorry. I had to."

There was a coldness that now crept down his back.

"You had to what, Teagan?"

The back ramp began to open, revealing their landing spot. Sam could see that they were on a long strip of land jutting out into a calm body of water. Steve and Nat walked out of the Quinjet without even looking back at the two of them, like they knew what was going on. If they did, why hadn't they told him?

"It'll be better this way," Teagan's voice pulled his attention back to her. "You don't have to worry about me anymore."

"Teagan," he firmly said, taking a hold of her upper arms, "what is going on? Did you have Nat and Steve bring us here? Where are we?"

"Mutton Island in Galway," she told him, taking a step back so that he dropped his hold on her.

"Galway? Ireland?" he remembered the name of the city from times she had mentioned it.

"My cousin Quinn is here," she told him before walking towards the ramp. "He's waiting for me."

He recalled that name from when they were in Chicago.

"Isn't he the one in the mafia?" Sam followed her down the ramp. Steve and Nat were off to the side looking down the worn path on the grass to where a lone figure stood waiting. "Is that Quinn?"

"I called him last night and told him to meet me here," she told him.

"When?" he asked. "We were together all night."

"After we got ready for bed, I had you forget the call that I made to him."

Sam could not believe what she had just said. Teagan had always been so worried about using her powers on him, and now she had done it on purpose. Then he remembered that strange feeling that had come over him just before getting into bed. That was when she must have done it. Glancing at Steve and Nat, he now understood.

"You used your powers on them so that they would bring you here without me knowing, didn't you?"

"Yes," Teagan said wiping away a tear from her face. "I knew that they would try and stop me from leaving. Just like you would. But I made up my mind and I could not let that happen."

"Teagan, why do you want to leave?"

"It's safer this way," she told him, turning to face him. "Hydra is never going to stop looking for me. Not after what I did to them. If they don't want to capture me to use my powers, then they will be seeking revenge. That means that I'll always be a danger to everyone around me. And if you stay with me, then that puts you in danger too. I can't let that happen. Not again."

"That my decision to make, not yours," he firmly told her. "Please Teagan, you don't have to do this."

"Yes, I do. If Keeling had not been so fecking sure of himself and not done what he did in that interrogation room, then you would either be dead or turned into a Hydra crony right now. It was pure dumb luck that by pressing me the way that he did that my powers changed again. If Hydra ever found out about what I could now do, I have no doubts that they would come after me even stronger. They might even figure that I'm now too dangerous to let live, that there is no way for them to control me now. And that means that anyone around me would be in danger too. That means Steve, Natasha…and especially you. I can't have that."

As she had been talking, at the corner of her eyes, tears had been forming. Now as they threatened to fall free, Teagan used her hand to wipe them away.

"I understand that because we were captured once that you think Hydra is going to try to do so again. But if you leave us, and they do find out where you are hiding, if they managed to get their hands on you again, then we might never know," he pointed out, placing his hand on her cheek. "You would be gone and there would be nothing that I could do about it."

"If Hydra comes after me, and I know that I can't get away, they will not be taking me with them. I won't allow it, not again."

Sam felt another cold shiver run across his spine as the full depth of Teagan's words hit him. She would rather die than let Hydra capture her again. And considering how she felt about suicide and how it dammed the soul, he knew that she must already consider hers gone.

"Then if that is the case, then I definitely do not want you somewhere where I will not be able to watch over and help you. For the past two years, we have all been a team. Steve risked everything for Bucky. Nat would do everything in her power to help Clint if necessary. And I…I promise that I will do everything in my power to never let Hydra get their hands on you ever again."

"I know that you believe that, and I can't explain how much it means to me to hear that. Especially with knowing what I did to that base, to all of those lives that I took. So if Hydra does come after me, I will make them pay more than they already have. You're too good a person to have to deal with the darkness that is inside of me. I will not let you put yourself into that type of danger for me."

Sam knew that he was losing this argument, and he had no idea what to say to make her change her mind.

"But that's not up for you do decide. It is my life, so the decision is mine. I won't let you leave like this. Do you understand that?" he told her trying to keep his voice from wavering.

A sad smile crossed her face. Leaning up, she planted her lips against his, and he knew that it was a goodbye kiss.

Stepping back, Teagan smiled at him as she told him, "Absolutely, Falcon."

Sam stood there with a blank expression on his face as he heard the activation phrase that she had implanted into his subconscious last night. For the next few seconds, the selected memories were moved to a small space inside of his mind before being locked away so that he could not access them.

From their time together, every intimate moment was now lost to Sam. All of the passionate moments, their kisses, the touches…locked away. Every feeling that he'd had which was more than just a deep friendship was being altered. The times that they had spent together would still be there, but any romantic gesture would slightly be altered to reflect his new history.

Times down by the lake kissing were now nothing more than long talks and silent moments together.

Their time in the cabin in Norway when they were almost snowed in was now him helping her through the fear of being alone.

Every passionate night they had spent together was now him going to his own bedroom alone without even wanting a goodnight kiss.

But the most dramatic change was the time that he had spent in the Hydra base.

Now, it never happened.

Teagan was not about to leave him with the memory of that horrible time as a prisoner. So she had come up with changing that entire memory to extend the time spent at the house in South Dakota for the four of them. Sam would not remember being shot down, captured, injured, or held prisoner in that small cell. And he definitely would not remember being tortured by having been forced to listening to her many punishments. She couldn't do that to him.

Seeing Sam's eyes open, Teagan was able to see that there was now something missing. The light spark that held all of his warm feelings for her. His eyes were now back to how she remembered them when they had first met, friendly. But she now knew that he no longer cared for her the way he had only moments before.

And even with having resolved days ago to go through with this plan, she could not let him entirely go. That was why she had implanted the second command phrase. The one that he only had to hear her say to bring all of the memories rushing back to him in a flood of emotional fury. That's why they had been locked away instead of erased. She may not think herself worth of him anymore, but she needed that tie to him to be there. To give her hope for a future that she didn't think would ever be possible.

"Are you sure that you don't want to come with us?" Sam's voice brought her back to the now. She had left him with a simple and agreed upon idea that Natasha had been able to fix her history with her friends and family to allow her to return to Ireland. They all believed that Hydra's information had been deleted and that they had no way to ever find her. "Haven't we had some fun? How can you give all of this up?"

Even with him only thinking of her as nothing more than a friend, he was trying to get her to stay with him. He was much too good for her.

"I think that I've had plenty of fun these past two years," she tried to make sure her smile look sincere. "Besides, I'm looking forward to a bit of quiet time at the pub with my family."

"A quiet time at the pub? Isn't that a bit of an oxymoron?" he jested with her. How she was going to miss him.

"I guess it is, but it's what I think I need right now," she told him glancing over her shoulder at where her cousin waited for her. "I better get going before someone heads out here to see what that jet is doing here."

"Alright," he told her, a sadness coming over his face. Did he remember something? "But if you ever need us, or just want to talk, you give any of us a call. Especially me since I'm the unofficial leader of this twisted group."

Teagan laughed aloud at his joke, amazed at him.

"I'm sure that Steve will be relieved to hear that," she wiped at the tear which had reached the corner of her eye. She needed to get away from him before she changed her mind.

Holding out her hand, she offered it to him. Sam seemed a bit disappointed, as if he were expecting more. But with the memories that he could remember, he probably figured that anything more would not be appropriate, so he took hers and gave it a firm shake.

"I'm going to miss you, Teagan. You know that, right?"

Not able to hide it anymore, she gave a sniffle as she almost lost it right there.

"I know. I'll miss you too…more than you know."

Sam's brows seemed to furrow for a moment, as if his mind was trying to capture something. Instead of giving him time, she stepped around him and headed towards Steve and Natasha. She could see the worry on both of their faces as they stood there stoic. She had commanded them to not interfere and now it was time for them to forget also.

"Thanks for all that you did for me, and for all that you've had to put up with. Please look out for Sam for me," she told them. Not able to lose her friends too, she had also given them special recall commands for hopefully a time in the future. With a nod of her head, she acknowledged them as, "Captain America, Black Widow."

There was a few seconds of fading as both of their memories were pushed to the back of their minds and locked away, just as Sam's had been. All four of their memories would now match without conflicting if they discussed something.

Without any other words, she nodded and turned from them. Quinn was patiently standing by the stone wall that separated the yard area from the path that led to the small beach area they had landed on.

Knowing that she could not look at him again, she walked towards her cousin without another glance at Sam. Her heart was already cracked, and seeing him as she walked away would be the final blow that would make it shatter.

Sam watched as Teagan embraced her cousin with a hug. He hoped that Natasha's profile held up under any examination that Teagan would need it for. Not that he was brave enough to question Nat as to that. But he knew that the two of them would never have agreed to letting her go home if she wouldn't be safe. He could only hope that she would be.

Hearing a ringing noise from behind him, he turned to look over at where the tone was coming from inside of the Quinjet. Steve perked up as he hastily stepped inside of the jet to retrieve the flip cellphone that he had been carrying for two years. Glaring at the item, he took a deep breath before answering it.

"Hello?" there was a long pause. "Bruce? How did you get Tony's phone?"

Wakanda – Many Hours Later
Not long after arrival (A:IW movie)

"I'm kind of surprised that Teagan was not with you all," Bucky said as he, Rhodey, and Sam watched the small group head inside to the laboratory to see about Vision and the Mind Stone. "But since she's not exactly a combatant, it makes since she would stay behind."

"She didn't exactly stay behind," Sam told him, making him curious. "We had just said goodbye as we took her back to Ireland right before Bruce called for help."

"Took her back home?" he asked. Knowing from Steve's many stories about the two of them and how their relationship had bloomed, he was surprised at how calm and cool Sam sounded at having her gone. "You just let her go?"

Sam turned to him, a curious look on his own face now. "Nat fixed her background, and she wanted to see her parents again. Considering how much she has worked for these past two years at trying to find some kind of normalcy, I'm shocked that you of all people wouldn't be happy for her."

Now Bucky really was confused.

"It's not that I'm not happy for her. In fact, if that was what she wanted, then I'm glad that she was able to go home. I'm just surprised that you let her go so easily."

"I've been working with her and seen such great improvements with her mental stability," Sam told him with too much calmness. "As her friend, I'll always be there if she needs me."

Bucky glanced over at Rhodey, who had been listening to them talk but seemed lost. Taking a step closer to Sam, he responded, "A friend?"

"Of course," Sam answered as if it should be obvious.

"But weren't you more than that?"

Sam looked at him hesitantly, as if he were the one who didn't understand something. But he knew without a doubt, from Steve, that the two of them were more than just friends. They had been a couple, and intimate, for months now. Why would Sam suddenly act like she was nothing more than a friend…

Then the answer came to him.

"Sam, are you telling me that you never once thought of Teagan as anything more? That you never kissed her?"

"For an old man, you have a perverted mind. Has anyone told you that?"

Sam shook his head, and began to fiddle with his arm controller for Redwing. Rhodey took that opportunity to move closer to Bucky.

"Who's Teagan?"

Bucky turned to him, not sure how much to say about her.

"She was a captive of Hydra's, then Ross'. Steve freed her from the Raft at the same time that they got the rest of the team out of there. She'd been with them ever since."

"Was she a criminal?" Rhodey asked, knowing there had to be a reason she would have been a prisoner there.

"No. But she does have a special power, and I think that she used it on him," he told Rhodey, looking over at where Sam was standing.

"What kind of powers?" he asked.

But before he could explain them to him, Sam stepped over to stand right next to him, "Guys, we have incoming."

Looking up to the sky, Bucky could see the burning glow from whatever the items were that had just entered the atmosphere and were heading right for them. He hoped that T'Challa had been right and Wakanda's defense system would hold up. Otherwise, this was going to be a very short fight.

Sam reached up and touched the comm in his ear, "Hey Cap, we have a situation here."

Bucky knew that his and Sam's conversation about Teagan would have to wait.

Galway, Ireland
The King's Head Pub

Sitting in the back of the pub, Teagan finished off the pint that Quinn had given her. It was strange being back here, watching everyone going through such normal lives. Mothers dragging children off to the school they didn't want to go to, men joking as they walked to work, the honking of car horns once traffic had started building up.

It almost felt like she was watching something that she had no idea how to participate in. This was a life that she had never been given the chance to have.

Her life had been filled with Hydra for far too long, then had changed once again to be filled with superheroes. How was she supposed to readjust to society when she didn't understand it?

"Here ya' go," Quinn said placing another full pint in front of her.

Since she had gotten here, he had never once left her side. To get in touch with him, she had called Liam and used the command phrase so that he recalled seeing her in Chicago at the pub with Sam. He had then given her Quinn's number so that she could get in touch with him. He had everything ready for her to stay with him by the time she had gotten here.

Last night she'd given him the full story of what she'd been through since being taken by Hydra. After that, she'd questioned a couple of guys close to him to see if they had any connection to the hated group. Finding them clean, she'd taken up his offer to watch out for her. She was still worried about heading home and what it would do to her parents and family. She might have to consider how to word some commands to calm them down in case they freaked out too much.

"Thanks," she told him sliding it closer to him.

"Ya' still want ta' wait be'fore heading home?" he asked drinking from his own pint.

"Yeah, I just need some time first."

"Well, ya're home and we'll protect ya'," he nodded his head towards where his mafia brothers were sitting at the bar. Even with the place mostly filled, there was something about the group that stood out.

"I know you will," she said as she heard the sound of numerous glasses smashing to the floor. They looked over to where the waitress had been carrying a tray to a table.

Teagan watched in horror as she realized that the woman's arm had disappeared. Moments later, the rest of her body turned to the same ash as her arm.

"What the fecking hell?" Quinn asked aloud as he stood up to stare at the spot she had been at. That was when they hear more glasses breaking.

Over the next few moments, panic erupted in the pub as part of the patrons screamed and began to blindly run away as the other part simply disintegrated into the same ash-like substance as the waitress had. From the outside, they then began to hear the sounds of numerous car crashes. There were more screams coming through the door as people ran outside trying to escape whatever was happening in the pub.

Quinn looked over at her, their eyes meeting for a moment before one of his brothers screamed. Rushing over, he was not fast enough to catch him before he fell to the ground and broke apart into ash.

It was almost an hour later when she and Quinn made it back to his flat. Walking through the streets had been like a horror movie. There were people running everywhere screaming out names trying to find loved ones. Most of the time, they never received a response. Quinn had called his mum and she had answered the phone and told him that the new on the television said that the strange event was happening everywhere, not only in Ireland.

Sitting down on the old, torn couch, Teagan dreaded what she was about to do. Reaching into the bag she had brought with her, she pulled out the disposable phone she had gotten from Natasha. There were limited numbers in it. She went to the second one down...Sam. As it continued to ring, she felt her chest start to ache. Hanging up, she then called the next number down, Steve.

Counting seconds as she waiting to see if he answered, hearing someone pickup, she held her breath.

"Hello?" Steve's voice was not as calm as it always was.

"Steve, it's Teagan. Something happened. Nobody knows what, but people...they're just gone."

"I know. We all know. We've been trying to see who's missing..." but she didn't want to hear anymore from him.

Interrupting him, "Let me talk with Sam."

There was much too long of a silence from the other end of the line.

"I can't."

"What do you mean you can't?"

"He's not here."

Teagan felt her throat tighten up as she stopped breathing. Her entire body felt weak. Her hand began to shake so much that the phone fell from it to the floor. As her ears began to hurt from the noise, that was when she realized that it was from her own scream.

Author's Note: So, that's it. I've taken the story to the point of the end of A:IW and the snap. I know that it's not the happy ending that you were probably hoping for, but then Sam didn't survive the movie. So what would you think Teagan might do considering her powers and what chaos the world has been thrown into? I know that I have a small inkling of an idea for a follow-up story, but I'd love to hear any thoughts you might have. They may just help me consider actually writing more with Teagan and Sam.

I have another smaller story I've been working on, but it's nowhere close to being ready to publish. If you like this story, or any of my other ones, consider following me so that you'll get a notice when I start posting again. Till we meet again!