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EPILOGUE
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IVANNA SAT AT a table with Steve, smiling at the laughing kids and enjoying the drink in her cup. Sam was playing with his nephews and chatting with everyone around him. Sam's sister, Sarah, approached the table, smiling at Ivanna.
"Thank you," she said, and nodded when Ivanna's brow went up, "for sending him to the boys and I when we were threatened. It meant a lot to know that Sam's friends cared about us too."
"He's like a brother to me," Ivanna nodded toward him, tilting her head, "I didn't want him worrying about you guys even more when we had issues as well."
Sarah's smile widened and she nodded her head, placing a hand on the table, patting it softly. "Thank you."
Ivanna nodded, taking a sip of her drink and looking at Steve. He watched her fondly and she looked at him in confusion, "Need something?"
"Just admiring, that's all,"
She scoffed and looked away, attention suddenly going to the new guest. Bucky wandered in with a cake, playing with the kids that bombarded him and wandering through the party. Ivanna chuckled, watching him approach Steve and Ivanna. He set the cake down and Steve welcomed him, lifting his cup slightly. Bucky grinned at his best friend.
Hours passed at the party, people taking pictures with Sam and kids playing with Bucky. When music began playing, Sam pulled Ivanna to dance with him. She laughed and joined in.
Their time at the party didn't last too much longer, as Steve had promised Ivanna they'd make a trip before returning to the party. She wasn't aware what it was, but still said her goodbyes when it was time for them to leave anyway.
Steve and Ivanna had a flight to catch back home, which was fine with the blonde. She had convinced Steve to try an live as normally as possible, which worked. He'd forget about his "hero lifestyle" as long as she requested.
They had arrived at the airport and received their tickets, and Steve kept Ivanna's from her.
"Im a grown woman, I can manage my own ticket," she grumbled, reaching for the paper while Steve kept it out of her reach, "Steven."
"Will you stop?" He looked over at her teasingly, but she did not find humor in this. The blonde's eyes met the back of her head, but Steve offered his hand. She took it and they approached a few benches to wait for their flight. Ivanna eventually caved and read Steve's mind.
"Steve," she said softly. He hummed, looking over at Ivanna with a small smile, "I just wanna go home."
He frowned in realization, nodding his head, "Yeah. But I need to make a few stops first."
