His Best Girl: Her Secret Legacy-Part 1

Now There's 1...or is there?

*picture for same reason as the last three chapters that had it*

*song chosen mostly for feels*

Setting:Carter-as stated in the previous is now 18 years old, a few months after the last chapter; the church full of S. H. I. E. L. D. agents, and the Avengers all in the pews, a coffin on the alter at the front of the front of the church with a blown up picture of a young man and a small sign in front of it reading 'Richard "Radioactive/Ricky" Augustus Thomas,' and the priest speaking...

Dressed all in black-I knew this day would eventually come, but it always seemed far off in the distance-I drown at the priest's words as I silently stare at the floor. This just doesn't seem real...it all seems like a bad dream:like I'll wake up and he'll be snapping at me to pay attention o-o-or smiling at me warmly like he always has for as long as I known him. He wasn't my Bucky; he was never my Bucky...Charlie was my Bucky, Ricky was my Captain America; my Steve...and I was his Peggy...I see that now...I'm sure he realized it a long while ago. We were always closer to each other than we were to any of the others...

"And now a few words from the daughter of his closest friend," the priest says...that's my cue

I stand from my seat in the first front pew in the center of the church; I make my way upon to the podium as I have for my other friends twice before-but it had always been after Ricky-my heart pounds, face red beneath the fabric coming off my hat that hangs in front of my face to hide it and I sniffle, as the tears continue to trail down my face. I gulp a breathe of air between my sobs as grip the podium, bite my lower,quivering lip and look over everyone in the crowded pews before me. I see Tony and Pepper, Coulson and Hill, Fury, Barton, Romanov, Banner, Bridget-in an outfit to cover every inch of her red skin and green hair-Sharron...next to my old man, but I don't have the capacity to think about anything accept Ricky's death right now. I stare directly at my old man a bit longer-close my eyes, take a deep breath-opening my eyes, I start to speak...

"My name is..." I start-questioning for a split second if I should reveal myself to my dad now, but then decide against it as I realize that it's once again-not the right time, "hm," I clear my throats and start again, "my name is Michaela, and I'm here to speak on my mother's behalf because she sadly couldn't be hear with us..." I see Tony shakes his head because I didn't give my real name, "so in my mother's words," I continue, "Richard Thomas: you all knew him as agent Richard Thomas or Ricky, but growing up; to me, he was Radioactive Ricky-second in command to our gang of Anti-Howlers, one of my best and closest friends. He made me smile, he made me laugh, he cheered me up when I was down and out...I got separated from my pack for a really long while, and when I finally got back to them..." I sniffle a bit, "most of them were dead. Then one by one, I buried the last three and so...here we are now. They all use to say that I was the glue that kept our group together; that they were better versions of themselves when I was around, but...but the truth is...the truth is that they were the one who brought the sunlight into my life-I never met my old man: he was never in my life-so without them...I would've been lost in the darkness...especially without Ricky..." the tears seem to endlessly flow down my face, "the last thing he said to...was, your parents were star crossed...and you're not your mother; you just look like her. Stop trying to live her life-be yourself-not the shadow of your mother's life. He said that to me two months ago in the hospital after he had taken a minor fall during a mission, only...it wasn't as minor as he had thought. The fall was caused by an aneurysm, and he did seem fine...for a while...until he recently had another one while on another mission, and we're all here as a result. Had I known that those would be his last words to me; that he'd never come back to me..." I break down crying harder, "had I known...I'd never see him alive again...I-I-I would've...I would've told him...I would've told him how grateful I am for everything he's ever done for me both recently, as well as in the past. I'd tell him...I'd tell him how much I appreciate him and most importantly...I'd t-t-tell him how much I loved him. Ricky was one of the greatest friends anyone could've asked for...and one of greatest men I've ever had the pleasure of knowing," I say finishing up, "so thanks for a great friendship Ricky, for sticking by me no matter what...keep the other guys in line up there for me," I say with a slightly chocked, tearful chuckle, "cause...this isn't goodbye; it's just...farewell for now, and I'll be seeing you all real soon; but till then...this Anti-Howler...will be a lone wolf..."