Hi All,

I know, I know...it's been many months...a long time since I've posted but I have my reasons. I started a new job working in a remote community and now all I have is time – will when I'm not working that is.

Sexy time is in this chapter to make it up for the many long months of not posting anything.

Enjoy! I own nothing but the story. Everything else belongs to Marvel and J.K Rowling respectively.

Chapter Twenty-Six

Jacinta's POV

The day's events made me emotionally exhausted, but I knew I had to watch them in order to be reminded that I wasn't alone. I wasn't alone the first time someone was after me and now since history is repeating itself, I wasn't alone now either. But I had more people to help me than I could ever imagine. Not that the War didn't have its fair share of fighters but I was glad that I had more people in my life to help me. The guilt was still there, but there was nothing I could do about the guilt. I would always feel it, having it but other feelings pushed past it and reminded me that I didn't have to go through it alone.

We were all sitting at the table, having dinner. I was sitting in between Steve and Tony, with Hermione and Thor sitting next to Tony and Bruce with Ginny sitting next to him. Molly and Arthur were sitting in between Charlie and Ginny, as Charlie had taken the seat next to Thor. Clint and Tasha had left with Fury and Maria, without so much of an explanation as to where they were going. Knowing those two, it wasn't anything good but I let it be.

The mood was light and jovial at the table, with Arthur telling the story about how was called to school after Ron's and my attempt to switch each's other body, only it backfired. It happened in our sixth year, and considering that we may or may not get the chance to witness it in the pensieve, Arthur decided to tell his side, with Hermione pitching in to fill in the gaps, considering she was there. I buried my head in Steve's chest, my chair closer to his so that he could have his arm around me and I could lean into his chest. Everyone was laughing and I was enjoying it. I hadn't forgotten that there was a witch after me, but for now, I wanted to enjoy the moment.

"And then Dumbledore informed me that my son was now my daughter, and that I had to start calling her Ronnie. Then I stupidly laughed in his face because it was a ridiculous notion and that my son and his best friend weren't surely stupid enough to do something drastic like that. Then I had to bite my tongue when a stocky built girl with long red hair emerged into Dumbledore's office along with a lean, handsome black-haired boy in tow. Then my son, well former daughter spoke and well, let's just say there is a reason Ron was born a boy. His voice sounded nothing like a girl's but manly. And Jacinta's voice was just high-pitched."

There was laughter, and I cringed.

"Well, I thought it would be funny to be Ron for the day. And I learnt my lesson. No more funny spells at midnight." I stated, picking up my glass of wine and taking a sip.

"Seriously? You and Ron would have done that spell anytime whether it was midnight or not. Though it was funny waking up to you see you looking all handsome and the Gryffindor girls thinking a god had suddenly shown up in the dorm." Hermione sniggered.

"Really? And uh, just who was it that turned into a cat after brewing Polyjuice Potion?" I teased.

Hermione gave me a look. "That was a mistake…what you and Ron did was pure stupidity."

I smiled. "True…you know, it would have been moment where Sirius would be so proud. He would have loved it. He would have teased me about it till the end of time."

"Yeah…" Hermione murmured.

"Tell us about him. All we saw was the memories of him. What didn't we see?" Bruce asked.

"You didn't see him talk to Jace about family or give her the Firebolt. There was more to the rescuing Sirius memory than it showed." Hermione said.

"You didn't see him give Fred the talk about treating me right. He gave Fred the father talk, you know the one and I think Fred was very cautious after that. Though, you may see that one time I hexed Ron…I have had a conversation with Sirius after my schooling had finished. Ron had played a prank on me and I needed to talk to someone, so I used the stone to see Sirius."

"Stone?" Tony asked.

"The Resurrection Stone. It allows me to see the dead or those that have passed on for a moment." I informed him.

There was silence, and I could hear Tony's brain thinking.

"Can you still use it?" He wondered.

I nodded. "When I need to, yes, but I haven't needed to use it since that time. It's not something I use often Tony, because the power behind it can drive people mad."

"But you can talk to the dead. Why don't we use it to speak to Lord Dick? Or Bellatrix?" Tony suggested.

"Because I can't…"

"Why? It would certainly be easier than reliving memories that obviously still haunt you. Using the stone would be much easier." Tony argued, his voice rising a little.

I pulled away from Steve. "No, Tony I can't! Using the stone to speak to the dead is out of the question. And besides, I can't guarantee he or even Bellatrix would come. And the power behind the stone is dangerous. I'm already using two of the Deathly Hallows. I will not risk using the third."

"But you're not trying!" Tony yelled.

"Enough!" Thor snapped. "I am sorry, but I have agree with Jacinta. She has a right not to use the stone and I think that's a great idea. From what my father told me about the Hallows, is that they are a power that nobody understands and force to be reckoned with. The fact that Jacinta is already using two of them makes her a more powerful being than anything on Midgard. Using the stone will just add further to that power, and Jacinta turns into the Mistress."

I looked to Thor. "How did you know that?"

"The Hallows were created in accordance with our Goddess of Death and your master of Death. I've never met the woman, but I've heard stories about her from my father, Odin. After he found out that you wield all three Hallows, he informed me about them. I was hoping to tell Hermione, but other things came up and then we ended up here." Thor explained.

I nodded. "So, you know how I became the Mistress of Death?"

He gave a simple nod and I looked away. "Wow…so what does that mean for me?"

"It means that you have power like no other. You are also immortal, but I think most of you know that. You are like us."

I frowned. "An Asgardian?"

Thor chuckled. "No, a god…of a sorts. It just means you'll be very hard to kill. So, that alone is a power on your side. I cannot explain things well but that is what my father told me. But you are different."

"How so?" Hermione asked.

"Jacinta is human, well, sort of. She was raised by human guardians and in return that gave her the ability to help rather than maim or injure. But don't worry, if she starts to slip and turn dark, I know how to break her down and destroy her." Thor answered.

"So….in other words, don't piss off the Mistress of Death or you'll be force to put her down?" Ginny concluded.

Thor nodded. "Ah yes, Lady Ginevra gets it!"

"I am so confused…." Tony muttered.

I nodded. "Me too…I'm sorry Tony…for snapping."

He shrugged. "Me too…I'm sorry…I guess I heard Resurrection and thought, maybe there was a way to speak to my parents."

I sighed, my heart going out to him. "I'm sorry. Maybe one day, when I don't have to use the cloak or the wand. But now, I can't."

He sighed, nodding. "I understand."

There was silence before Arthur stood up, waving his wand around the table so that the plates and bowls of food began clearing up and soon there was nothing on the table but the candlesticks.

"It's been a long day and it will be even longer tomorrow. So off you all go to bed."

Arthur held his hand for Molly, who stood up but she stopped. She then pulled out her wand, waving it over. A clear force field then lifted, disappearing slowly.

"There, I have removed the listening spell. I do not want a repeat of this morning. Merlin, I nearly had a heart attack once I realized what it was and who it was. Tonight, I will place a silencing spell upon my ears and hope you, that is the couples in this group, will have the good sense not to do funny business. It is still my house. But you are all adults and I shouldn't talk. There was a time Arthur and I couldn't keep our hands off each other." Molly muttered.

"Oh I so didn't need to hear that…" Ginny whispered, gagging as Charlie looked disgusted.

I snorted, the laughter bubbling up inside me and I could see Tony biting his lip to stop himself from laughing but it was no use. He burst out laughing and I followed suit, watching as Hermione blushed furiously. Thor shrugged but then gave Hermione a seductive look. We all witnessed it and I burst out laughing again.

"Okay, I think I might need someone to cast the same spell over my room because if this morning is anything to go by, I'll need it. Goodnight all." Bruce muttered, shaking his head.

He left the table, with a chuckling Charlie following him, and Ginny too left, with Tony following after her. Molly and Arthur had already left, leaving just Hermione, Thor, Steve and myself.

"I find myself in dire need of slumber. My love, shall we? I promise to behave." Thor winked.

Hermione sighed. "You're lucky you're cute. But alright. No funny business though."

Thor grabbed her hand, before lifting her up in his arms like a bride and carried her up the stairs.

I smiled, watching them go. I then felt Steve rub his hand against my back and I leaned back, curling up into his arms as well as I could as I was in a chair. I looked at him, his blue eyes staring down into mine before cupping his face and bringing his lips to mine. It was a gentle kiss at first, becoming more passionate as my tongue entered his mouth and vice versa. I then moved so that I was sitting on his lap, my chest against his and my legs on each side of his thighs. The kiss grew more passionate, and I felt myself grind against him, sending a pleasant tingle through my body. The kiss was then stopped by him, and he chuckled.

"Doll, I would like nothing more than to go further, but we are staying in Molly's and Arthur's house." Steve reminded me. "Even though that spell is gone, I don't want to risk it."

I smiled. "Maybe there is way but only if you're sure."

He frowned, before nodding. "I am…are you?"

I answered him by getting off his lap and his taking his hand. I then led him outside, knowing that we would be safe within the grounds of the Weasley home, having put extra spells in place to keep more protective. I led Steve near the shed, letting go of his hand before stopped and pulling out my wand. Thinking of the object, I summoned it, and sure enough, a white bag headed towards me, and I lowered the bag to the ground, waving my wand over it. It opened, turning itself into a tent and I looked to Steve.

"A tent?" Steve asked.

"This is no ordinary tent. Didn't you guys see the one I was in during the Quidditch world cup?

He shook his head. "Not really. We just saw you guys arriving and then the game itself. And interacting with Lucius and his son.

I smiled. "Well, then, prepare to be surprised. Come, I'll show you."

I grabbed his hand again, before opening the flaps of the tent. Pulling Steve inside, I heard him gasped as he saw the size of the tent inside. The tent was magicked to look like a new two-bedroom shack, with a fully functioning kitchen and bathroom and a fireplace in the middle. It was different to the one that I had stayed in during the World Cup, as it was more modern and functional. I often used it when I was on missions with Hermione prior to becoming a part of the Avengers.

Steve looked around in awe, trying to wrap his head around it. "Wow…magic is…"

"Awesome? Cool? Brilliant?"

"Wonderful."

I smiled, waving my wand again around me, casting a silencing spell. I then placed my wand on the coffee table near the fireplace before grabbing Steve's hand again and leading him to my bedroom in the tent. The room had a king-size bed and a cooling/heating spell was placed on it, so that the room would always be cool during hot days and warm during the cool days. My heart started to race, as I had never really done this before. I mean, I did have sex, not often. I lost my virginity to Fred, and while our relationship was passionate, we didn't do much in that department as I was either on the run or had a lot going on. And through out the years, there were more one-night stands than full on relationships. So, to say that I was nervous was an understatement. But I was beginning to love this man, this soldier out of time.

We stood at the end of the large bed, and I let go of his hand. There was silence as I breathed in and out, and I looked up at him. His blue eyes bored into my emerald green and he placed his hands on my arms, gently rubbing them.

"Darlin', we don't have to do this. I can take a cold shower and then snuggle up in this massive bed with you and watch you sleep. There is no rush. We can take our time." He murmured.

I smiled, lifting the heels of my bare feet up so that I could kiss him. It was a soft kiss, and I broke away. "You're a wonderful man you know that?"

"Well, I am a captain…sort of." He remarked.

"Well Captain, I'm going to be blunt and say I don't want to wait. I'm falling for you, and I know we've only known each other for a little while, I can safely say that I'm – what's the word your generation says? Smitten with you…" I murmured, placing my arms on his shoulders and locking my fingers behind his neck.

He smiled. "Well, I'm smitten with you too."

We kissed, our lips touching once more but this time, there was more passion behind it. I opened my mouth a little, allowing his tongue to enter my mouth and before long we were making out. He then moved, without breaking the kiss, to sit down on the edge of the bed. I then moved so that I was sitting in his lap once again, my legs over on his thighs, straddling him, all the while not breaking our kiss. I felt his hands move, placing them on my waist and gently rubbing my hips. I broke the kiss, and stared at him, before removing my shirt, and exposing my midriff. I had a bra on, but I knew it wouldn't be on for much longer. Then, I helped Steve take off his shirt, before capturing his mouth again for another kiss. His hands moved again, gently massaging my back and I began to grind against him. He broke the kiss, and I whined but then squealed as he picked me up, and turned us around so that I was now laying on the bed, with him on top of me.

He began to remove the rest of my clothing, when suddenly he stopped, and then frowned, and I began wondered why when he touched my stomach. I then closed my eyes, remembering the scar I had and looked away as he traced my scar with his fingertips.

"Did she do this to you? Bellatrix?"

I nodded.

"She will never hurt you again. And neither will her daughter. Not if I can help it."

I looked at him, getting up onto my elbows. "I don't want to think about them tonight. Let this be our night. No more talk of Bellatrix. This is our night, our moment."

He looked at the scar once more before nodding. He then removed his clothes, and I took off my bra, chucking it away. When we had removed our clothing, Steve leant down to capture my lips once again. He broke away once again, and I groaned, making him chuckle but then moaned as he began to kiss my skin, kissing my neck and licking it lightly. He continued to kiss his way down my body and I relished every tingly feeling that my body was experiencing. He then reached my nipples, taking one into his mouth and I gasped at the feeling. But that wasn't all, as at the same time, one of his hands was gliding over my body. He then reached my thighs, and without warning, he glided his fingertips through my wet and moist folds and I gasped again, the feeling sending a pleasurable shiver through me.

"Holy shit! You certainly didn't get taught that in the army. Holy Fuck!"

"Language!"

"Oh Blo—mmmhff"

I tried to say something but his lips kissed mine and I gave in to his kisses and his hand. Then, one of his fingers touched my clit and I moaned as he rubbed it, and I could feel the burning but pleasurable sensation began to build as he rubbed. Then, I whined as he removed his hand, and parted my legs, settling himself in between my legs. I then waved my hand around us, casting a wandless and silent protection spell and he frowned.

"Magical condom…of a sorts." I whispered.

He laughed, and I wrapped my legs around his waist and pressed his chest against mine, bring my lips to his. I then felt his hardness against my thighs, and he broke the kiss, looking at me for permission once more. I nodded, and felt him line up against my center, and then finally sliding his member inside me. I gasped at the sensation of him inside me, surprised that I could take him fully. A moaned escaped from my mouth as he began to move, making slow and sweet love with me.

The tent was then filled with the sounds of our pleasure and I could feel myself getting closer to my orgasm. I threaded my arms under his, so that I could dig my nails into his back. He growled, retaliating by lifting my knee up so that he could go deeper into me. This position made me arch my back as he would pull out before pushing back in, hitting my sweet spot. Then, out of nowhere, he moved so that one of his hands was now touching my clit, and rubbing it as he continued to fuck me. The rubbing of my clit and the deep penetration of his member was making my body work overtime with the pleasure and tingly feelings. Then, out of nowhere, my orgasm hits me, sending pleasurable waves all over my body and I cried out Steve's name, shivering and shaking as my orgasm engulfs me. He too came, his own orgasm making him growl and grunt my name and he buried his head in between my neck and shoulder and our breathing was heavy.

Then, he moved his head, giving me a slow kiss. Without breaking the kiss, he moved, pulling out of me and lying down on his side. I broke the kiss to move up towards the pillows, and waving my hand again, summoning the blanket from the closet near us and it fell over us, covering us both. Then turning to my side, I pressed my back up against his chest, and he placed his right arm under me, before cocooning me with his other, holding me tight. It was a safe position, and I felt safe, and warm and loved.

As the darkness came over me, I found myself never wanting to leave this tent and Steve's arms ever again.

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Ginny's POV

The sun was in my eyes as I woke the next morning. The day before and been an eventful one, and I knew that more eventful days were going to happen even more. But it had to happen sooner or later. Given the rising number of ex deatheaters that had shown up lately thanks to the new rising dark witch, we would have shown them the memories in order to learn from our mistakes and plan a new battle plan. And that is what we were doing now. I hated that there was always someone that wanted to bring chaos to the British Wizarding World, and that twice now, the leader was someone that wanted Jace to die. But she was strong, and I had faith that she would defeat whatever came her way.

Sitting up, I turned to my left and noticed that Natasha's bed was slept in. She had left not long after our time in the pensieve, taking Clint with her. I wanted to go with them, but Tasha said that they were running and errand and wouldn't be long. It was weird that she hadn't come back or even given me a clue as to hers and Clint's whereabouts. I hope that they were okay, but knowing them, I knew that they would be.

I was lost in my thoughts when the smell of bacon brought me to the present. My stomach grumbled and I got up out of bed, rubbing my eyes and making my way down to the kitchen. As I reached the stairs, I noticed that the door of the room where Jace and Steve were sleeping was opened and that the bed was not slept in. I frowned, wondering where they went but then shrugged. Making my way to the kitchen, I could hear voices and sounds of giggling. I finally reached the kitchen, and then tilted my head at the sight. Standing near the window, was Tony, Charlie and Clint. Tasha, Hermione and Thor were sitting at the table and Mum was in the kitchen making breakfast, with the help of Bruce.

"Okay, what's going on?"

"There is a tent on our lawn. Jace's tent." Charlie informed me.

"And?" I said, taking a seat next to Thor.

"When have you even known Jace to sleep in the tent on the front lawn when she knows perfectly well that Mum will always put her up in room inside the house?" he inquired.

"Maybe she wanted time alone with Steve, away from the house. Don't blame her. He's a fine man." I muttered, taking a piece of toast that was on a plate in the middle of the table. "Leave her alone. She's deserves happiness and here you are laughing about it."

"Oh, I'm not laughing about the tent and that Jace spent time with Steve. I'm laughing at George."

I frowned, before getting up out of my seat and walking over towards the window. I then began to snort before bursting out in laughing at the sight of George. My brother, the git he was, was hanging upside down, legs and hands bound like a fish with the words 'INTRUDER' marked in red ink on his chest.

"How?" I laughed.

"Your brother decided he was going to barge in on Jace and Steve, only to be kicked out and then magically thrown in the air like a fish. It was a sight to see." Tony sniggered.

There was laughter all around and it got even funnier when Bill, Fury and Maria showed up, walking past George with confused looks on their faces. I could see Bill try to give some sort of explanation to the agents but Maria had an amused smile on her face and Fury just looked at George annoyed before they started walking towards the house.

"Leave it to Jace to place a spell on intruders. Classic!" I snorted, walking back to the table and sitting down again.

Mum then placed the plates of bacon, sausages and eggs on the table and told everyone to dig in. Fury and Maria walked in, taking their seats next to Tasha, followed by Tony, Clint and Charlie. We all dug in, and ate, and there was small talk among us. Then, I looked up to see Bill walk in with a red faced George in tow. Somehow, Bill must have managed to work out the spell to release George and now, he was walking in, a sour look on his face. I giggled, and it wasn't look before the others took a look at George and laughed among themselves.

"Oh haha…there's nothing funny about being hanged like a fish." George muttered, sitting down in between Charlie and Clint.

"Well, that serves you right, getting hanged. Honestly George, give Jacinta her privacy. She's been through a lot and if she wants a night with Mr. Rogers, let her have one. I thought I taught you better manners than that." Mum scolded.

"But what is she doing in a tent on the lawn? She has a room here."

"Maybe she wanted some time alone. I don't envy her considering what happened yesterday." Hermione muttered.

"I removed the spell. You are all adults." Mum remarked.

George frowned, before gasping. "Oh! You mean…oh the sly girl…oh she is so getting teased when she gets here."

Charlie then slapped the back of George's head. "You won't do anything, little brother, or do I have to tell Mum about a certain night with Angela in the garden shed?"

George blushed and I snorted. "Ooo…I remember that. You thought you got away with it but no…"

"What night in the garden shed?" Mum asked, giving us all looks.

"Nothing Mum…Charlie and Ginny are just reminding me about the night I saved Angela from a spider in the garden shed." George sweetly said. "The one where I thanked Charlie and Ginny by giving them money for their silenc—I mean help."

"Must have been a pretty big spider…" Tony smirked.

I snorted and Charlie chuckled as George glared at us both, his head moving left and right as he glared at both of us. Then, the door opened again, and this time, it was Jace and Steve. Jace was dressed in a multi-coloured stripped maxi dress, with Steve in his usual black pants, boots and blue shirt. It was a little annoying to see them walk in all perfect, whereas I was still dressed in my pajamas but I was glad that their relationship was going well.

"Oh, who is that perfect woman walking in? And the Ken doll next to her? They look like they've just walked off a modelling shoot." George muttered.

Jace glared at him, sitting down at the table with Steve sitting next to her. She then frowned. "I'm not even going to ask how you know what a Ken Doll is…"

"I have children Potter…children who love to play tea party with dolls…." George protested. Everyone gave him a look. "And yes, I sometimes get dressed and go all out with my children and their tea parties."

I sniggered. "Awe….Dad of the year right there!"

I then yelped as George kicked me under the table but I kept sniggering as I knew that my teasing was making him mad. It was harmless, as I knew George loved his kids. Spending time with time, being there for them – it made him a better man. And I knew that if Fred was still around, the amount of things they would get up to with their kids would be endless. George had grown up, but it was nice to hear that he hadn't lost the silly side of himself.

"So, I have a question. We all know why Jace and Steve were in the tent, though we're not asking but I wanted to know why Tasha and Clint weren't in their beds this morning?" Tony pointed out, the focus now on Tasha and Clint.

"How did you know that our beds weren't slept in?" Clint asked.

"I'm Tony Stark…" Tony said, as if it proved a point. He then rolled his eyes. "Okay, I may have saw the Quinjet in the sky outside the bedroom window and asked JARVIS to track you to keep an eye on you. When I walked down the stairs this morning, I saw that Clint's bed was not slept in and assumed that Tasha's bed was also not slept in as you two go everywhere. Then Jarvis informed me that you both were in London last night. At the residence of one Vernon Dursley, to be more specific."

Jace looked Tasha. "You didn't. Not that I would care, he deserves whatever he got. But why?"

"Jace, seeing you yesterday, and watching your memories….I may have done a lot of bad things in my life but the one thing I am sure of is your friendship. And if you tell anyone that you're friends with the Black Widow and that she has a soft side, I will lock you all up and throw away the key. But Hermione was right yesterday. You have us now, and while Clint and I may not be magical, we can get pretty scary and especially scary to a normal human who just so happens to be a pig. So, we went pig-hunting last night and its safe to stay, we caught a pig, and how do I put this elegantly…we roasted him." Tasha stated.

There was silence before my brother spoke up.

"Miss Romanoff, remind me never to piss you off." Charlie commented and we all agreed with him.

"Well, that's one problem out to the way. I'm guessing more trips down memory lane is the other problem? So, who's going this time?" Tony asked in an attempt to change the topic.

I saw Jace pause for a minute before swallowing her food.

"Well, I guess almost everyone should be in the memory. It may show my sixth year or it may go ahead and show the real reason why we all started this journey down memory lane. Either way, I'm ready. I have to know if Delphini is their daughter and that we really did see a little girl interrupting our torture. Or we may see our sixth year at Hogwarts and start of many trials that would we soon face. Either way, I'm ready." Jace remarked. She leaned into Steve and he kissed her head.

"Me too. I thought I would never be ready but I am. It's getting to the rough and hard parts of our past now. Soon everyone will see and hopefully we get answers…answers we need." Hermione agreed.

"So, shall we all convened in the living room in approximately one hour to go down what could be a daunting trip down memory lane?" Jace asked.

There were nods all around and I smiled at her. "Sure thing Jace."

"Good. Let's finish this thing."