So, here we are at the end of the story and, for the moment, the series. I may come back to this series, as I've said, but for now, this is the end. So, thank you to everyone who has supported me through this series.

Guest: Sorry, not very familiar with Flash in the comics.

Xavier Mansion

Night

Fate waved his hand and Creed was bound in steel chains from head to toe.

"This will hold him," Fate told the others as Mack led Fitz, Scott, and Rogue into the room.

"Rogue," Logan said, relived to see alright. "You alright kid?"

"I'm fine," Rogue said but it was clear she was shaken by what had happened.

"We need to get back down there, Barry needs our help!" Scott said urgently.

"It will not matter," Fate said and they turned to him. "It is done."

"What do you mean, of course it matters?!" Scott exclaimed as Mack closed his eyes, the realization hitting him.

"It is as I said," Fate said, removing his helmet and becoming Clint once more as the suit around him disappeared. "It won't matter."

Not long after, Clint led them all down to the lower level and into the Danger Room, which looked like it had been hit by a hurricane. Separated by a few feet, Barry and Magneto's bodies laid on the ground, Barry's blood stained sword inches from him.

Scott, Mack, and Fitz all looked like they'd taken a punch to the gut as Clint solemnly made him way over to Barry. Clint knelt down next to him and turned Barry onto his back, smiling sadly as he saw Barry's lips turned up in a blood stained smile.

"Goodbye Barry," Clint said his voice thick with emotion. "And thank you. You saved us; you gave us our best chance to make sure none of this happens. If anyone deserves peace, it's you. I'll miss you. Say hi to Wanda for me. And…don't worry, I'll look after Freya."

Bruce Banner's apartment, next day

Morning

Freya walked out of the guest room, walking into the kitchen. As she walked in, she saw Clint and Bruce sitting at the kitchen table in silence. Sensing her, they looked over and she was unnerved by the solemn looks on their faces. Fear filled her heart, even if she wasn't sure why.

"Grandpa, you're back! Is my dad back to?" Freya asked and Bruce and Clint exchanged a glance.

"Bruce, could you give us a minute?" Clint asked.

Bruce nodded and stood up, walking out as Freya began to realize something had happened.

"What's wrong?" Freya asked as Clint sighed.

"Come here kid," Clint said and Freya walked over to him, her heart hammering in her chest. "Listen, last night…your dad was fighting someone called Magneto. And…he didn't make it."

"No. No, my dad, he couldn't..he…" Freya, shocked, stammered denials.

"He did. He's gone. I'm sorry kid," Clint said his voice cracking with emotion.

Clint wrapped his arms around Freya, bringing her close as she clung to him, sobbing into his shoulder as the loss of her father hit her.

New York Cemetery, a few days later

Afternoon

Clint silently stood in front of Barry's tombstone, staring down at it.

Bartholomew Henry Allen

The Flash

March 14, 1989-September 1, 2030

With a heavy sigh, Clint turned around to face the assembled. Freya was there, holding Fitz's hand. Her eyes were red from days of crying but she stood tall in a way that reminded Clint of both her parents. Everyone was there; Fitz, Mack, Bruce, Matt, Bobbi, Logan, Rogue, Scott and his daughter, even Okoye, Rocket and Nebula had made the journey.

"Barry Allen was one of the best men I ever knew," Clint said, fighting to keep his voice steady. "He was the best of us, someone who inspired hope in even the most hopeless situation. Barry refused to stop fighting, even when he lost everything. He tried to give the world hope, even as he lost it himself. Barry was one of the most selfless people I've ever known and he died the same why he lived: fighting to save and protect people. He may be gone but…he didn't die for nothing. We have to make sure of that. It's up to us now; otherwise…otherwise we should have let Magneto wipe us all out."

They all watched as the coffin holding Barry's body was lowered into the ground as the priest, a white haired man with glasses, looked down sadly.

Later, Clint was seeing Logan off as Logan stood outside a pickup truck.

"So, where are you headed?" Clint asked and Logan shrugged.

"I don't know. I think I'll start with up," Logan said.

"Sounds lonely," Clint noted.

"Would be, if I was going alone," Logan said, holding out a hand to Clint. "I'm sorry about Allen."

"Thanks," Clint said as he shook Logan's hand. "Did he help you?"

"I feel like he left me better than when he found me," Logan admitted as he lowered his hand to his side. "Good luck Barton."

"You to," Clint said, watching as Logan walked over to the truck.

Logan got into the driver's seat and sighed, his passenger looking over at him.

"So where to?" Rogue asked.

"You sure about this?" Logan asked and she nodded. "Well, for now, let's just see where the wind takes us."

Logan started the truck and drove off. Clint watched until the truck disappeared from view until he turned around to face Mack.

"So what will you do now?" Mack asked.

"I need to start preparing Freya for the day we go back to stop Thanos and Thawne. So I'm gonna take her home," Clint then held out a phone to Mack. "If you ever need help, call me, I'll be there."

"I won't let you down, I promise," Mack said as he took the phone before holding his hand out to Clint.

"I know you won't," Clint said before they shook hands. "You're leader of the Avengers now Mack. Lead them well."

Barton Farm, next day

Morning

Clint pulled up in front of the house before turning the car off. Clint glanced over at Freya, who eyed the barn curiously.

"Welcome home kid," Clint said as they got out.

"This is where you used to live?" Freya asked as they approached the house.

"Yeah, it's where I lived for...a long time. And this is the best place for us right now," Clint told her.

Freya nodded silently. Clint didn't mind, she had been quiet for the last few days, not that Clint blamed her. Clint opened the door for her and Freya walked inside, looking around at what would be home. Clint would let her rest for a few days until he started training her more on how to use her mother's powers, powers she would need when they went back in time. But for now, he would let her rest and grieve her father.

The end.