-"Death leaves a heartache no one can heal; love leaves a memory no one can steal."-

"It's been a year daddy..." 5 year old Margaret Rogers kneels beside her father's grave, flowers clutched tightly in her hands. Tears swim in her eyes, but she holds them back and she stares longingly at the large tombstone. She may not know the real meaning of death, but she understands that her father will never come back. "I really really miss you." She looks up at the tombstone and a tear escapes cascading down her cheek. She quickly wipes it away. "Mommy says your safe now... in a beautiful place called heaven."

"Oh I'm thinking about our younger years.

Peggy gave a weak smile as she tightened her grip on the flowers, "We had your favorite dinner tonight."

There was only you and me.

Her voice became brighter as she proudly announced, "I ate it all up!"

We were young and wild and free.

But after a pause, she admitted quietly, "Even though I don't like carrots."

Now nothing can take you away from me.

"I learned how to swim this summer." Peggy giggled softly, using her jacket sleeve to wipe her nose.

We've been down that road before,

"I can even open my eyes,"

But that's over now.

"When I'm underwater."

You keep me coming back for more.

"Can't you see me?"

Baby you're all that I want when you're lying here in my arms. I'm finding it hard to believe, we're in heaven."

"Baby could you come in here for a second? Mommy, uncles and aunties need to speak with you?" Clint's voice flittered through the halls catching Peggy's attention as she continued to align her dolls perfectly straight on her bed. The way she knows her father likes.

Peggy smiles at the thought of her father coming home any minute and she answered in a daze, "Yes Uncle Clint."

After placing a kiss on one of her doll's forehead, she bounced out of her room and down the hallway. She was expecting everyone to have things ready. For the balloons to be floating in the air, the food spread along the table and the banner that read 'Welcome Home Steve/ Daddy' up in the air. But when she walked in, there was nothing. Except everyone sitting around Natasha as she cried heavily. Everyone else was crying too, but not as much as Natasha.

Peggy stared confused at the sight in front of her. She stopped in the entrance of the doorway and cocked her head to the side. The sight of her family put her slightly on edge and all the happy feelings disappeared as soon as she entered the room. The adults hadn't noticed Peggy yet; they were too busy trying to console Natasha and themselves and also trying to put themselves together before Peggy came. But they were too slow to compose themselves. It was Darcy who noticed Peggy standing in the doorway. She quietly informed everyone and that's when all eyes went to Peggy.

Natasha looked up and her bottom lip began to quiver at the sight of her daughter clad in the outfit her father had gotten her for her fourth birthday. Steve had picked it out himself and Peggy had fallen in love with it. She wore it every chance she got and today was a special occasion so she threw it on excitedly. But the outfit only made Natasha even more hysterical. She fell off the couch and onto her knees, her body curling in on herself.

Clint leaned over her, wrapping his arms around her body comfortingly as his own tears cascaded like an endless river down her face. "It's okay. It's okay." He whispers softly. Natasha just shook her head as she rocked back and forth, Clint following after her, whimpering 'no' over and over again.

Peggy took a tentative step into the room, her eyes beginning to water as she watched her mother continue to sob. Natasha never cries. It's rare that Peggy ever saw her mother cry and when she did, it was always bad news. But this is different. This isn't just crying… it was hysteria. And hysteria is only associated with terrible, awful news. Without even knowing what was happening, Peggy began to cry. "M-Mommy?"

"Mommy's okay Peggy." Pepper reassured, standing on shaky legs and coming to grab Peggy's hand. But she moves away before she can touch her. "It's okay."

Peggy just continues to cry, "Mommy?" She repeated. She didn't want comfort from anyone else, she wanted her mother.

Natasha looked up at her daughter and with a slight nudge from Bruce, she took a deep breath and wiped her tears. With help from both Bruce and Clint, Natasha stands on her weak and numb legs. "C-Come here sw-sweet-tie?" Natasha hiccupped, reaching her arms out.

Peggy looks nervously at Pepper unsure of whether to run into Natasha's arm or not. She was scared. They were going to tell her something. Something bad. And she didn't want that. Pepper gave her a sad nod before pushing her slightly towards Natasha. With the slight push, Peggy began to move quietly and slowly towards her mother. When she came in reach of Tony, the person farthest from her mother, he grabbed onto her hand and escorted her into her mother's arms. Natasha gratefully wrapped her arms around Peggy and buried her head deep into Peggy's neck and shoulder. Now concealed from her daughter's view, Natasha then took those few moments to compose herself and gain confidence. Because what she was about to tell Peggy was probably the hardest thing she'd ever have to do.

It was the hardest thing she had to do. But it had to be done.

After another five minutes buried deep in Peggy's shoulder, Natasha forced herself to pull away and look into her daughter's red, swollen eyes. She was crying already because she knew something was wrong. Peggy was like her father, institutive. But she got easily reading people's emotions and thoughts from her mother. And right now, it wasn't helping Natasha's case at all. "Momma?"

"Sweetie come sit down. Next to mommy. We have something to tell you. Something important."

"I started kindergarten this year." Peggy said as she reached inside her jacket pocket to get something out.

"Love is all that I need and I found it there in your heart. It isn't too hard to see, we're in heaven.

"I carry a picture of us in my Blue's Clues lunchbox." With shaky fingers, she unfolded the folded paper she retrieved from her jacket pocket to reveal a photo of her, Natasha and Steve when she was an infant. It was of the day she was born. Natasha was lying on the hospital bed, with Steve sitting beside her on the bed with Margaret in his arms. They were both smiling down at her as if she were the only thing that grounded them to Earth. Their smiles said everything and they're eyes were filled with so much love that it made Peggy smile and cry every time she opened her lunch box and saw it.

Oh once in your life you find someone.

Peggy places the picture down in front of Steve's tombstone. "You are the greatest daddy." She whispers so lovingly and adoringly with a large smile spreading across her face.

Who will turn you're world around. Pick you up when you're feeling down. Now nothing can change what you mean to me.

The smile on her face only grows bigger as she lets out a happy gasp. "I can swing on the swing by myself!" She blurts out excitedly.

There's a lot that I could say. But just hold me now.

But the excitement died down immediately. She gazed longingly at the picture in front of her before moving her gaze to her lap. Her shoulders deflate sadly, "Even though I miss you pushing me."

Cause our love will light the way.

"Can't you see me?" Peggy asked, her voice cracking slightly.

Baby you're all that I want, when you're lying here in my arms. I'm finding it hard to believe, we're in heaven."

Once the four year old was seated, she immediately curled into Bruce's side and stared up at her mother fearfully. Natasha hates the way her daughter is staring at her right now, but there's nothing she can say that will reassure her. She can't say 'everything will be alright' to her because she wouldn't listen. Especially once Natasha told her. It was hard though. Really hard.

"Sweetie, I… we-… um…" Natasha was really lost for words. She looked around the circle at all of her friends for help, but no one knew what to say.

Peggy sniffles, grabbing onto Natasha's hand and giving it a hard squeeze. "M-Momma… tell me. What's wrong?"

As Natasha gazed down at her daughter, her beautiful four year old baby girl, it finally struck her how hard this news will hit her. She loved him. She loved him more than she ever loved anyone, besides her mother. She was a total daddy's girl and this will wreck her. She was only four years old. She was still a baby. Her baby.

Natasha leaned over and grabbed Peggy from Bruce to cuddle her into her side. She needed all the support she was going to get. Having her family nearby and her daughter at her side, it made Natasha feel so much better.

A sudden thought struck her and made her giggle happily, the flowers in her hands shaking as her whole body shook with giggles. "I miss how you use to tickle me."

"And love is all that I need

"Tickle my belly." Her arms wrapped around her belly as the distant memory of her belly tickling rises to surface and she can faintly feel it within her stomach.

And I found it there in your heart.

"My belly hurts." She admits when the tickling sensation becomes too much and that's when it disappears. Along with the slight happiness it brought it because it made her feel like her father was actually kneeling besides her tickling her stomach. It made her happy and now that it's gone… so is he.

It isn't too hard to see, we're in heaven.

The disappearance of the security she felt when she was being 'tickled' made her feel even smaller and deepened her sadness. She began to tear up, "I try not to cry." She admits, her voice tightening.

I've been waiting for so long.

"Mommy says its okay." The tears come back full force and it takes everything within her to not burst into tears. She manages to keep most of the tears in, except two that fall down her cheekbone.

For something to arrive, for love to come along.

The two lone tears fall off her cheek and into the roses that she now clutches to her chest for support. The tears stain the black roses as more follow after the two. "I know you don't like it when I cry." Peggy whimpers, a hand coming to wipe the falling tears even though it doesn't matter when more fall down.

Now our dreams are coming true, through the good times and the bad.

"You never wanted me to be sad." Peggy replied glancing down at the picture. Memories of her father always trying to cheer her up when she's upset and of them laughing flood through her mind. She begins to cry softly.

I'll be standing there by you.

"I try daddy, but it hurts." Peggy cries, leaning forward, crushing the roses beneath her. She doesn't try to stop the tears as they flow easily out of her eyes. What was the point in trying not to cry? There wasn't a point. So she didn't.

Baby you're all that I want

A hand comes to cover her mouth, like she saw her mother do the day she was told what happened. The day she found out. "Is it true you're not coming home?"

When you're lying here in my arms

"Maybe someday," Peggy speaks looking away, unable to look at the grave anymore.

I'm finding it hard to believe, we're in heaven

"I can visit you in heaven, okay?" she spoke, her voice turning from sad to hopefully.

And love is all that I need and I've found it there in your heard. It isn't too hard to see, we're in heaven.

Peggy looked behind her where she located her mother standing a few feet away from her under an umbrella to protect her from the pouring rain. During Peggy's visit, it started to rain, but the little girl didn't care. She continued to stay planted in her spot by her father, letting the water hit her and soak through her clothes. She wanted to be with her father and she wouldn't let a little thing such as rain keep her from being with him. But she was starting to get cold, really cold. Natasha gave her a daughter a small smile and raised an eyebrow. Peggy nodded before turning back to her father. "It's time for me to go now." She whispers standing from her spot. Placing the roses down on his grave, she admits, "I sleep with my light on… just in case you come home and kiss me goodnight." As she places the roses down, she retrieves her picture again and holds it to her chest.

"Baby… there was an accident."

"What kind of accident?" Peggy asks immediately, looking up at Natasha.

"A big one and… because of it daddy wont be coming home."

"Not today?" Peggy asks, not really comprehending what she's being told. "He's coming tomorrow?" Her statement caused everyone around her to burst into tears causing her to panic.

Natasha shakes her head, "No sweetie… never. Daddy's not coming home."

Peggy's heart stops and drops into her stomach. "W-What?" she whispers shocked.

"Peggy, daddy's dead. He died this morning when the twin towers collapsed."

"I love you so much… I miss you daddy."