This chapter takes place about five and a half months after the last chapter. Just in time for graduation.

~*Remember*~

"Miss Peggy, I believe it would be vital for you to check your latest email."

Peggy blinked at VISION before turning her head to the ceiling (a habit her and Dad picked up from living with the other Avengers). She shrugged at the lack of detail, pulling up her email on a holoboard. At seeing the email from the principal, Peggy opened it, curious. By the time she finished reading the letter, her eyes were as wide as saucers and she was hysterically giggling. "Miss Peggy?" VISION questioned.

The innocence of the query was what pushed Peggy over the edge, falling to the floor in hysterical laughter. VISION rushed to her side, kneeling down to run a diagnostic scan of her health. Other than high serotonin levels, she was healthy. "I'm fine, Vizh," she told the droid, "I just wasn't expecting that."

Vizh tilted his head in curiosity. "May I see?" Peggy nodded, watching as VISION stared blankly for a few seconds before his eyes refocused, chuckling. "I see why you find that funny," Vizh told her with a smile.

Peggy returned the smile easily. "Only me, right?" She looked at her wrapped hand and ankles. They had been practicing hand-to-hand when JARVIS interrupted. "You want to continue, or pick it up tomorrow?" Peggy asked, standing.

"We can tomorrow. You have other things to attend to," VISION said, standing and morphing from his workout outfit of a wife-beater and sweats into his normal outfit: dark green jeans and a Spider-Man t-shirt. That always made Peggy smile, seeing VISION embrace his humanity instead of ignoring it. "Don't you have graduation practice today?"

"Fuck! Thanks for reminding me, Vizh! I'll come by later so we can go patrolling together!" Peggy rushed out, kissing VISION on the cheek before running towards the elevator. As the doors closed, she quickly unwrapped her hands and feet, losing balance as the elevator stopped. Peggy scrambled off the floor, leaving the bandages at the foot of the elevator along with her now sweat-covered tank. She sprinted to the bathroom, JARVIS having kindly turned on the shower as she removed the rest of her clothing. Only taking five minutes, Peggy let JARVIS blow-dry her hair as she toweled her body, grateful for the help. "Your sandals are in the family room. Mr. Summers has already arrived with Mr. Wagner and Mr. Wilson," JARVIS informed her.

"Tell 'em I'll be there in a moment," Peggy said, slipping on a pair of grey shorts and a Black Widow tank, grabbing the box that held her black wedge heels and headed back to the elevator. When the doors opened, she was greeted by the funny sight of Wade in a t-shirt and battered jeans with black dress shoes. "Well, don't you clean up nicely," Peggy joked, giving her boyfriend a peck on the cheek.

"Thank you," Wade smiled, moving so she could pass, "I happen to think I look fabulous."

"Bitch please. I literally have fabulousness written in my genes," Peggy said, waving a hand towards her dad as she kneeled down to grab her sandals from underneath the sofa. Slipping them on, Peggy made her rounds, kissing everyone on the cheek before following the boys to the elevator. "Oh! Before we go, I have some news." Everyone stopped, turning to look at her. Peggy had the biggest shit-eating grin as she told them, "Principal Darkholme emailed me a few minutes ago. Not only did I get the extra ticket for Aunt Pep, I've also been named valedictorian, which automatically qualifies me for the Maria Stark Grant for the Arts and Sciences."

It was dead silent for a moment before Dad started howling in laughter, Uncle Clint joining in a second later. Before they knew it, everyone in the room was clutching their stomachs in mirth. "That is beautiful," Dad choked out, wiping a few tears from his eye. "You are definitely my daughter."

Peggy smiled. "We already knew that. While we're on the subject, JARVIS, can you go in and replace my application with Gwen's?" A moment later, JARVIS told them it was done. "Good. That'll teach her not to let me get her a graduation gift."

"Still better than what your dad would've done," Uncle Clint told her.

"Hey!" Dad shouted, offended.

"Tony, three days before Christmas you feel into a Victoria's Secret mid-battle, got up, looked around, said 'Oh well, while I'm here' and got Tasha a Hulk bra and panty set," Pop said to his husband.

"And it was hilarious," Peggy said. "We should probably head out. Love you guys!"

Shouts were heard as the four teens left, "That was really sweet of you to do," Kurt said. "Have you gotten your gifts for everyone?"

"I did it last week. Nothing expensive. Pop taught me better. I'm just excited to graduate and start college," Peggy said.

"Amen. I can't wait to start my psychology classes in the fall," Scott said.

"I'm certainly not going to miss Thompson," Wade said.

Peggy took his hand in hers, giving it a squeeze as the elevator let off at the ground floor. As they exited the tower, a car bomb went off only a few feet away from them. The force of the blast pushed them back into the building. Scott and Kurt were unconscious before they hit the ground. Peggy was conscious long enough to know she was being grabbed by HYDRA underlings. The last thing she remembered was Wade screaming her name before losing consciousness.

~*Remember*~

"PEGGY!"

Wade fought against the goons holding him back, two more coming at him for every one that he knocked back. By the time the Avengers came down to help, they were already gone. "Fuck!" Tony swore, slamming his hand against the side of the building while Bruce checked on Kurt and Scott. Iron Man bent down to pick up his daughter's shoe box before storming back into the tower. Steve just looked absolutely heartbroken , a few tears streaming down his face. Bucky laid his flesh-and-blood hand on his best friend's shoulder. "We'll get her back," he promised.

"You damn right we are," Wade spat out, his vision becoming slightly red with the intensity of his rage. "I'm kicking ass first, asking questions later."

Y'know, I kinda feel bad for those putzes, white mused.

Why?! Those assholes stole our Peggy! yellow shouted, causing Wade to wince. I'm pretty positive Peggy would ring your neck for calling her a piece of property, he commented. Not the fucking point, Wade!

Because, white said, I don't think anyone would care if we unalive a few of them.

No, Wade replied vehemently, following the others without actually paying attention to his surroundings. I promised Peggy I wouldn't kill unless absolutely necessary. I'm not gonna get her back just in time to lose her. Fuck that shit .

The boxes were silently processing this as Wade sat on the couch, squished between Steve (who was planning), and Tasha (who was cleaning her guns)....can we at least leave some scars?

Of course, Wade said, reaching for his katanas (he didn't really care where they come from; Bea and Arthur were his lifeline right now). "JARVIS, have you tracked Peggy yet?"

"It seems the tracker is being blocked," the AI response.

Suddenly a robot-like creature materializes from the floor. "Holy fuck!" Clint yelled, jumping from the floor with an arrow already nocked.

The creature held up his hands. "I am not here to harm you. I wish to locate Ms. Peggy as you do."

Wade got up and stood in front of the android, grasping his katanas tightly. "Who are you?" he asked.

"I am the VISION, and my duty at the moment is to save my link to humanity," VISION told them before turning his face towards the ceiling. "Where was the last DNA signature of Ms. Peggy?"

"I will send you the coordinates and work with the Avengers and New Warriors. I have found the person behind this, and you will not like it," JARVIS said.

"Who?!" Tony growled.

If JARVIS could sigh, he would. "He now goes by the name of Crossbones. You remember him as Brock Rumlow."