➵ Aftermath

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E N D G A M E  P T . 3

It was the next day after we defeated Thanos. It was also the day after Tony Stark had won the war. Tony Stark's funeral was a few days away, allowing everyone to use today to reunite with their families. Clint had informed me that Natasha had sacrificed herself for the soul stone and that only caused me to grieve for another friend.

Stiles and I were on our way to Manhattan with Percy. We were going to Sally's where the rest of our families were anxiously waiting for us. I had reassured Peter that I would see him after we met our families. Annabeth was there with her's and Percy's two year old daughter, Cara. Stiles had informed me that Noah was also there awaiting for the three of us.

We were only a block away from the apartment. The three of us were quiet. Grief still lingering in our hearts. Stiles had an arm wrapped around my shoulder. My fingers were tapping against my outer thigh.

"There's no need to be nervous, Nev." Stiles sent me a small smile.

He grabbed a hold of one of my hands and laced our fingers together. I sighed and nodded. Stiles pressed his lips against my forehead.

"Have you guys thought about the wedding?" Percy asked a few steps in front of us.

"Yeah." I bit my lip, looking up at Stiles. He gave me a soft smile. "We're planning on doing it really soon. Maybe a week or two from now."

"As long as I'm one of the best men, then I'm cool with that." Percy joked, opening the door to the apartment complex.

"I guess I'll have to squeeze you in." Stiles' eyes twinkled mischievously. "Looks like you and Scott have to share."

"I'll beat his furry ass for the spot." Percy chuckled, ruffling my hair as I entered the building. A laugh manage to slip past my lips when I playfully pushed him away. "C'mon, they're waiting for us."

We took the elevator since it was quicker. My heart thumped in my chest as anxiety flooded through my veins. The elevator dinged and slid open. We stepped out of the elevator and took a few steps down the hall to the apartment.

"It's going to be okay." Stiles whispered in my ear before pecking my temple.

I closed my eyes and enjoyed the feeling. It was something I kept craving: Stiles' touch. Percy knocked on the door. It wasn't long until it swung open. My eyes fluttered open to see my family and friends looking at us with watery eyes.

"Nevah!" An eight year old girl rushed towards me and wrapped her arms around my legs. I stumbled back in surprise and placed a shaking hand on her back. She looked up at me with wide brown eyes. "You're back! I told them that you would be! See, I told you Percy!"

"Yeah, you did, Stell." Percy beamed down at our little sister. I gasped at the two of them, tears streaming down my face. I struggled to form words, looking at Percy for help. "It's her, Nev."

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