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It's been a few days. Nat got her own cabin. She stays with me a lot, though. It's really nice having her here.

There's a knock at the door and I get up to answer it. I'm immediately engulfed by a pair of arms before I even see the face.

They pull away and cup my cheeks. I see their face and my eyes start to water.

"Dad?"

"Mia. My god, Mia. I missed you so much."

"I missed you, too." I cry.

He hugs me again and I hug back tightly.

"Tony?" Nat calls. "Why did you die?"

"Sacrificed myself for the universe."

"You guys have got to stop doing that." I complain, still holding him.

"Hey, Pietro."

"Hey, Tony."

"Good to see you, kid."

"You, too."

I finally let go of him and his hands go back to my cheek.

"My baby angel."

"I heard you call me that."

"You did?"

"Yeah. I was there. I was at the funeral, too."

I already told Pietro that. Five years ago.

"Were you a ghost or something?" He chuckles.

"I was a spirit. Hanging over my body until the funeral ended. Then, a reaper helped me cross over."

"Wow. All this stuff is real."

"I've been telling you that, but you didn't believe me." I laugh.

"Well, how am I supposed to believe that?"

"Alien invasion at the hands of the God of Mischief, Loki. A Norse God. Attacked New York."

"Alright. I get your point."

I laugh and he smiles. He takes his hands from my face and hugs me again.

"Oh, look."

He pulls away and I excitedly move my sleeves to show him my arms.

"No scars?" He smiles.

"Nope. Clean. It's nice."

"Yeah, it is."

I laugh and invite him in. I sit next to Pietro and can't get rid of my smile.

"Who else is supposed to show up?" I ask jokingly.

"Honestly? We have no idea." Dad says.

"Probably Steve." Nat says.

"We'll see. I guess."

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"You were right." I say.

"About?" Nat asks.

"Steve!"

He turns around and instantly smiles.

"Mia?"

"Hey, dude." I squeal.

I run over to him and he pulls me into a big hug.

"It's so good to see you." He says.

"I know. I missed you."

"I missed you, too."

We separate and I cross my arms with an angry face.

"Why the hell is everyone dieing. I said not to, but, noooo. Y'all gonna die anyway. I should beat your asses, but, I'm not going to. I like it here."

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