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I'm not sure who fell asleep first, but we woke up entangled in each other as we did most mornings. When I rolled over to get up, Steve followed and pulled me back into bed for "five more minutes." Five turned to ten, ten turned to fifteen, and fifteen into twenty before we actually got up.

The house was relatively quiet as we let Wanda and the twins sleep in while we made breakfast for everyone. Bucky and Sam were outside bickering as to who could get Chewie to retrieve a toy faster while they played fetch with her. Both of them were launching separate toys for her across the yard and would cheer whenever she chose to bring theirs back.

Steve kept me company and retrieved ingredients for me while I cooked. He still wasn't allowed in the kitchen without supervision from me. I was too afraid he'd set something on fire again.

Eventually, Wanda and the twins woke up and had made their way downstairs, all three still in their pajamas as their feet softly padded against the wooden floors. As I handed her a hot cup of tea, Wanda set it aside on the counter and hugged me. The spatula in my hand, fell onto the stove between the burners as I wrapped my arms around her.

I had been trying to help her track down Vision's body and help her get back on her feet so she could have at least a semi-normal life post-blip. It wasn't going as well as we had hoped. All she wanted to do was give him the funeral that he deserved and bury him in a place that meant a lot to the both of them.

After several moments, she wiped her cheeks free of tears and plastered a smile onto her face as she rejoined the twins at the table.

The dining table was crowded much like it had been the past several days. The twins planted themselves on either side of Wanda and were excitedly explaining what had happened in their dreams last night. Apparently, broccoli can ride a horse and eat the sun now. Sam and Bucky continued to bicker as the both of them snuck scraps of bacon to Chewie underneath the table. Sam denied it and Bucky pretended he had no idea what we were talking about when we chastised them for it.

Steve and I were smiling and laughing as if we feel like our world was ending last night when the doorbell rang. Pushing my chair away from the table, I told everyone that I would get it. Chewie didn't bother to follow, she knew she had more luck getting bacon from the boys while I wasn't there.

When the door swung open, it revealed both of my brothers. Andrew looked as if he was chasing Jeremy up the stairs; he looked flustered and disappointed.

"Uh... hi," Jeremy says, with a small embarrassingly awkward wave.

"Hi..?" I lean against the doorframe and cross my arms, "What are you doing here?"

"Can't visit my baby sis?"

"After the Avengers brought everyone back from being blipped and you couldn't even spare a phone call? No."

Moving to close the door, he jams the toe of his shoe in to keep it from slamming in his face. My eyes move from his shoe up to his eyes as I glare at him.

"Jeremy."

"Eleanor, please."

With an eye roll, I ask, "Why? I haven't seen you since I was thirteen. Why should you have the right to waltz back into my life and act like you ever cared?"

"El-"

Throwing the door open once more, I step out onto the porch. My brother takes a step back, obviously not expecting me to approach so aggressively.

"No, you never cared. Not once did you ever check in to see how we were doing. You joined the Marines right out of high school and never even looked back. Jeremy, you were the favorite and you didn't even know it!"

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