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Two Worlds pt. 3

Final part
Requested by @aph3802

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Steve's POV:

The world has been saved, but both sides were not without its losses.

Charles explained it to all of us. Stacey had trapped Thanos inside her mind. She destroyed him by keeping him trapped in her consiousness while she destroyed herself. It instantaniosly killed them both.

Apparently the mind control was not her powers, it was Charles'. They had been experimenting for years about how mutants might be able use other mutant's powers in times of need. Reed Richards had come close to unlocking the secret after the Silver Surfer came to Earth, but Hank McCoy finished the theory by using some of Mystique's DNA and some wierd science thing. I was never cut out for science.

I mean, who can honestly listen why science is involved? Other than Bruce and Tony.

Speaking of Tony, he, hasn't been taking my sister's death well. He went back to his original love, scotch, and began drinking at least three bottles a day. He holed himself inside the lab and kept the lights off as he repaired and updated all of his suits.

Natasha went poking through Stacy's and his shared room, but she didn't find anything that might get him out of his mood. She did find the engagement ring Thanos was talking about. She wants bury it next to Stacey's tombstone.

Logan apparently ran off back to Canada. The last time I saw him was at the service. I never approved of his relationship with my sister, but after hearing him choke up while giving a eulogy, I knew what they had was real.

What she had with Tony was real too. To be honest, I did not approve of that relationship either, but I saw how happy he made her while she was alive. I would give anything to hear her laugh, see her smile, have her stand beside me.

I wipe a tear and looked over the shrine we made to her inside Avengers Headquarters. It has pictures of her from when we were children and some from after the ice. It also had her dog tags and her favorite pink teddybear, Beary. She had never been creative with names as a child. Her Avengers suit was framed and displayed, but none of her X-Men merchandise was here. Jean Grey had called earlier and discried a similar shrine that had been made at the X-Mansion.

Theirs sounded beautiful, she would have loved it. Ours was better though, because we had not only captured her life, but also her essence and the mark she had left on this world. The whole shrine was surrounded by candles that never burned out, thanks to that Storm kid.

It represented Stacey perfectly, but it still wasn't Stacey.

In the middle there was a miniscule black container. It contained some of the ashes that I managed to scrape from the planet before we stole the Milano and left.

Tony has some, Logan has some, I had some, some were at the X-Mansion grounds, and some were sprinkled on our parents graves.

Everything was the way she would have wanted it, expect for how we were all faring without her.

I had to think back to the service. She had requested a small one with only the Avengers and X-Men that she had directly worked with. I spoke, but I don't think I did her memory justice.

"Stacey was not only my sister or my teammate, she was a piece of me.

"She was my confidant and the person I could trust to make sure I wouldn't get myself killed. She understood me, maybe even better than Bucky. It never occurred to me that she could actually... die. She was going to be immortal, because I won't be able to live without her." I choked back some rouge tears that chose to make their entrance.

"She was kind to anyone, even if they had not been deserving of kindness. She had a heart of gold that I only wish I had a sliver of. She was strong. Much stronger than I could ever dream of being, super soldier or not. She used that strength to help others, which not only made her a great hero, but also a wonderful person.

"But above all, she loved more deaply than any of us could imagine. No matter what decisions she may have made in the past, she loved everyone equally. She loved so much that she saved us all from the fate of Thanos so that we may live to fight another day.

"Stacey. I am so sorry from pushing you away all those years ago, and waiting so long to come back for you. I never deserved having a sister like you. You saved the world multiple times and you saved me. But I am your older brother, I was the one who was supposed to die first. You were too young-" I choked on my words. The tears that had fallen slowly poored out freely now.

"I'm sorry." I apologized to the audience and tried to regain what little composure I had.

"I have so much more that I want to say to you Stacey, but I refuse to say it unless you come back to me. But I know that I am being selfish for thinking that."

I paused and turned to my left where an urn of her ashes stood on a podium behind a picture I drew recently of Stacey smiling. Drawing a shakey breath I whispered 'Goodbye, doll.' and went back to my seat.

I wanted to keep the special memories of us to myself, because they were private. Staring at the shrine, I could not think of any good memories. The picture of her was smiling at me, that once contagious smile could not wipe the permenant scowl off my face.

I felt more tears sliding down. I wanted them to stay there, but I wiped them off my cheeks when I heard footsteps approaching.

"Hey Steve, I was thinking we should go visit her, unless now is a bad time?" Bucky walked over to me and layed his flesh hand on my shoulder.

"Yeah. That's okay, Buck."

We both stared down at the shrine for a while. The silence was peaceful.

"I still can't believe she's gone Buck. It seems like just yesterday the three of is were in Brooklyn walking her to grade school. When did we grow up?"

"I don't know Steve. I still can't remember some bits about our lives back then, but we had it good for a while. I think we have better opportunities in this life to defend our country though. She did her part."

She did more than her part. Sometimes I wish we could turn back the clock. Stay back in the forties, even if it meant that I would be the weak, skinny, punk again."

"I don't think you really want that Steve." Bucky looked over to me and grinned. He started leading me away from the shrine and to the elevator which would take us to the garage.

I was puzzled by this new behavior. I was rare to see Bucky smile at all anymore. "Why not?"

"One because you like being Captain America. And two, because somewhere in that thick skull of yours, you know that if we had still been alive then, I would probably have married her."

"That is a disturbing thought." And for the first time in forever, I smiled.

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And I am done with that story.

I am planing to write again. I read the messages that you guys sent me and I agree that you are right. The only person who needs to be proud of my work is me and I should not let anyone bring me down because they don't like it.

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