She's Got a Temper || Wanda Maximoff || Natasha Romanoff ||

Epilogue: I

A/N: Made myself cry while reading this and listening to this song. I'm sorry.

Epilogue: 2126- Hamilton County, Ohio

"I really don't want to do this, mom." I heard Tommy come into the room with Laura trailing behind him. I sighed deeply because I didn't want to do this either, today was the worst day of my life. Tommy and Laura both knew that.

"I know guys, I know this is hard but you know what she would have wanted. She would've wanted us to be strong, she lived a long and blissful life. We gotta believe that she will always be looking down on us. Making sure we don't fuck anything up." I said with a laugh and my 2 grown up children were smiling through their tears.

"Come on." I gestured to the door as I pushed both of my children out of the room and we made our way outside.

Today we were burying my wife and the twins' mother. The only other mother they ever experienced considering their birth mother was still serving her sentence in The Raft. Natasha Romanoff was everything to them, they didn't consider her a step-mom. In their eyes, she was their mother and doing this broke their hearts. It broke all of us.

Natasha had lived another hundred years. She was the last of the original six Avengers and now she was gone. Died peacefully in her sleep last week and I don't think she would have wanted it any other way. I loved that woman with every inch of my heart, even as she grew frail while I remained the same, she was still everything. I kept my promise to her and stayed by her side even when she became old and grey.

Natasha's life was full and she was happy which was why a part of me was okay with this. The other part was shattered though. I had been married to her for over 100 years and I would've given my last breath for 100 more. That woman was the center of my universe for so long and now that she was gone, I would be lying if I said I wasn't a little lost. I didn't really know what to do with myself and my kids who were now fully grown adults had moved out of the Grovedale farm long ago, I was now completely alone out there.

It was clear that my kids had inherited my lack of aging. They stopped maturing around the same age I had so they would forever remain 23. It was strange to have kids that looked the same age as you but it's not like I could change that. The Phoenix Force was still living inside of my body and had been pretty dormant for the last hundred years. It popped up every now and then but it wasn't as prominent as it used to be that's for sure.

I sighed deeply as I thought about the number of funerals Natasha and I had attended over the last few years. Yelena's was the last one which was about 5 years ago and since Yelena never received the super soldier serum it was pretty amazing that she lived that long. The one before Yelena's was Morgan's and the one before that was Sam's. There was a numbness in watching the people you love age out and die slowly while you remain the same, it was painful but expected. I had mentally prepared myself for watching the people I love die but it still hurt, it always did and this one hurt the most.

Laura and Tommy led the way as we approached the beautiful cherry blossom tree and stood by Natasha's tombstone. This time though unlike the last, there was an actual body buried here and there was no way of getting her back. This time Natasha's death was permanent. Nothing I could do would change that.

I read the words off her grave and I thought this was much more fitting than the last one she had. The top portion read 'Natalia Alianovna Howlett' along with an italicized script underneath her name that said 'the last Avenger' and of course at the bottom there was 'Sister. Wife. Mother. Black Widow.'. Yeah, I definitely liked this one better as I wiped away some stray tears.