Mr. Stark's Daughter

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*There will be a few POV Changes*
*Five Years Later*

Third Person's POV

Five years after the snap. Five years after Thor cut Thanos' head off. Five years since The Avengers lost. Five years since everyone lost. 

Within those five years, Thor went to New Asgard and lost himself. He began to drink. He Only ate Junk food. He got fat. 

Tony and Pepper were married. And soon after had a little girl named Morgan H. Stark. While Tony mourned for Grace and Peter, he knew Grace wouldn't have wanted him to sit around mourning her forever. The day they came back from killing Thanos, he decided that he would make his daughter proud. He would finally marry Pepper, after years of Grace telling him too. And that morning when Pepper told him she was pregnant, he vowed to be there for his child. He wasn't always there for Grace when she was growing up, so he made himself be a better father. The father Grace deserved and the father Morgan deserved. 

Natasha kept herself busy. She stayed in touch with everyone she could, trying to make sure nothing else would happen. The world had been through enough. 

After losing his Family, Clint went on a killing spree. He was losing himself. It ate at him that he couldn't save them and that he didn't get snapped away with them. The only thing he was grateful for was that one of his children or his wife weren't the ones who were left alone. 

Steve helped others like he's always wanted to do. He has a support group that he takes care of and meets with. 

Bruce worked on his hulk problem. Eventually he figured out how to be the hulk and Bruce Banner. 

While the first six avengers were living their lives, they couldn't help think of the ones they lost. They wanted nothing more than to bring everyone back and reunite families. But for the last five years, nothing. No stones, no enemies, no way to bring everyone back. 

Steve's POV 

"So, I, uh, went on a date the other day. It's first time in five years. You know? I'm sitting there at dinner. I didn't even know what to talk about." One of the men in my support group started to share. 

"What did you talk about?"

"Eh, same old crap. You know, how things have changed. My job, his job, how much we miss the mets. And then things got quiet. And then he cried as they were serving the salads."

"What about you?" Another member asked. 

"I cried just before dessert. But I'm seeing him again tomorrow." 

"That's great. You did the hardest part. You took the jump. You didn't know where you were gonna come down. And thats it. That's those little brave baby steps we gotta take to try and become whole again, to try and find purpose. I went into the ice in '45 right after I met the love of my life. Woke up 70 years later. You gotta move on. Gotta move on. The world is in our hands. It's left to us, guys. And we gotta do something with it. Otherwise, Thanos should've killed all of us." And that ended my support group. I found it helpful to talk with people who are grieving.

After my support group I decided to go see Nat. I drove to the Avenger's building and walked in. When I walked in, I saw he sitting in a chair and she was starting to cry. 

"You know, I'd offer to cook you dinner but you seem pretty miserable already." I joked and she smiled. 

"You here to do you Landry?"

"And to see a friend."

"Clearly, your friend is fine."

"You know I saw a pod of whales when I was coming over the bridge."