Shattered - Trading Yesterday

No one wants to die. Even people who want to go to heaven don't want to die to get there. And yet death is the destination we all share. No one has ever escaped it. And that is as it should be, because Death is very likely the single best invention of Life. It is Life's change agent. It clears out the old to make way for the new. -Steve Jobs

Sophia placed her stuffed animals gently into the box of all of her other toys, saying goodbye to each of them as they sealed the last box of stuff for her room. In her left hand, was her Bucky Bear, gripped so tight even Steve dared not to move it. The tower was the place she grew up in, and all of her memories were here. She was nervous to move to the Mansion, it was new, and scary all at the same time. But, she knew it was all going to be okay, as long as her family was there with her.

Her Papa and Mama loved her more than she could ever know, because she was still a child inside. As she knew in her heart, that so many new memories could be made in her new home. With her family ever so growing, and the loving bond between them growing stronger with each waking moment. Most thought the team was well, a team. Yet, it all reality, they were one of the biggest strongest families they had ever seen. They built walls, and allowed the lost and weary to come into their care. Pain and loss was seen as it went on, but the happy memories and the laughter overcrowded them. It was like a tragedy that just kept correcting itself to a happy one.

So, when they packed everything in the quinjet, and headed on their way, her eyes watching the tower fade into nothing. The skyline of New York just a haze in the distance as she smiled softly. Sophia, didn't shed a tear. Just a laugh at her Uncle Tony's jokes even if she didn't understand them, as he let her sit on his lap on the entire way there. She would smile at him and curl up in his arms like a baby would.

She would grin and look at her Aunt Sharon as she braided her hair into two pigtails, teaching her how to weave each strand gracefully. Sharon would tell her stories about her Aunt Peggy, and Sophia would sit there engulfed in the stories of her namesake. Her days building Shield, raising Tony, and rustling with the Howling Commandos.

Her little arms wrapped around her Uncle Thor's neck, and placed a kiss on his cheek as his laughter filled the air. She loved him so dearly, as he never stayed for long periods of time. Always off saving worlds out beyond her reach. He would always bring her something back though. Whether it was a rock from a planet, or a doll from an asteroid market.

Her eyes watched her father, and looked at him like he was the sun and moon. When moving to the base, he was around a lot more for her to cling to. He was training agents for the avengers and she would sit there and watch, and could make them all lunch and would still be back in time to watch them spar.

Her hands would cling to Natasha, and in the lazy afternoons, sleep in her lap, dreams filled with the endless wonder and safety. They would also go on many walks, and watch the sun go down together.

Her mind would linger on her Uncle Bucky who still hadn't been found. She was afraid for him, and what would happen if he was ever found by someone who wasn't her Papa. It frightened her deeply. Yet, she somehow knew, in her very being that he was safe somewhere. Far away from the reach of the government.

Her days were filled with happiness and joy, and she felt like a weight had been lifted off her shoulders. Malick was dead, and as far as she knew, the people who created her were dead and gone. Hydra, had been smart and kept her files off of the computer base. So, as hard as Natasha tried there was just nothing on her. She made it a side mission she watched out for, and had Coulson's team on the lookout as well. Though, they were far too busy with their own endeavours.

"It's just a small mission to Lagos, Soph." Steve said, with a small, sad smile. "It's the best lead we've had on Rumlow since you were born. He was and still is a Hydra agent, and Shield could use his info about what's happening there." He placed a kiss to her forehead.

"I know Papa, I just wish I could go with you." Her head fell, and her hands crossed as she leaned up on her tiptoes. "I can control my power some more, Aunt Wanda's teaching me…"

"Yeah, sweetheart. But you're still a little girl. My little girl, and I don't what I'd do if you got hurt. Besides, Sharon said she would make it a girls weekend and she's going to take you shopping for your room." The rest of the team had been living there awhile now, but Sophia had only been there almost six months and they still yet had finished decorating her room.

"But Papa." She whined and looked up at him with the puppy dog eyes she had mastered, but this did not waver him.

"No." Her eyes saddened as she looked up at him again.

"Your Father said no." Natasha said, sternly. From that, Sophia knew there was nothing else she could do but go along with what they told her.

"Alright. But... Come Back Safe, For Me. Promise Me." She said softly, looking into his eyes with the utmost sincerity, then to Natasha. Her eyes, softening a little.

Steve in this moment saw how much she had grown and changed. She was no longer the small toddler he had found in the ashes of her first home. Nor was she the shy, scared child that hid from the world when she discovered her powers. Yes, she had grown physically, and emotionally she was supposed to be around two years old, but looked around six. And a brain that was way beyond his years. He gave her a small smile.

"I Promise." He paused, and kissed her forehead once more. "You know why?" He asked softly, as her eyes curiously met his.

"Why?" Her small voice asked.

"Because, I'm with you-" He started.

"'Til the end of the line." She finished for him, his heart warming as he hugged her once more. "Bye Papa." She said softly.

"Goodbye Sophia." He said, leaving the room t board the quinjet.

Sure, she loved her Aunt Sharon will all of her being and would trade nothing in the world to spend time with her. Buying her soft curtains and rugs for her room. She took her out for ice cream and played her favorite music in the car. Yet, something in her mind told her that something big was going to happen. And nothing would ever be the same again.

Sharon could see this in her eyes, and remembered a time where she almost felt the same. And she would always go to Peggy. Because Peggy always gave the best advice. So the next morning, without even taking a moment to think, she sent a quick text to Steve saying that she was taking Sophia to DC to see Peggy. He replied a few minutes later, giving her the okay, but they were already on the way there.

The flight was silent, and only an hour long. Sophia sat up front watching as Sharon pressed the buttons on the control. She tried to take to mind which they were. Sophia herself had not yet flown a quinjet, but incase the time came where she needed to. She wanted to be able to. And when they arrived, she clung to the side of Sharon. She had never been to see Aunt Peggy without her Papa. Yes, there were times, like Christmas where she would come home and tell her stories. And Sophia would make her tea. It was different at the home where she was staying. It didn't smell like her strong vanilla perfume, nor the musk of her husband's cologne from his jacket she kept next to her bed. It smelled of sickness and death.

Sophia could feel everyone in the building, emotions of sorrow coming off of them in waves, hitting her like a hurricane. She could feel their tears running down her own face, and their minds, alone and wandering knocking on hers. They were trying to find happiness when in their lives, she didn't know how much they had left.

"Aunt Peggy?" Sharon softly called, as they walked into the room. There was an eery silence for a few moments. Worried, Sharon stepped into the room, a tear already starting to fall down her face as Peggy laid their still. Her body looking as it wasn't moving at all. Sophia looked up at Sharon.

"Grandma Peggy?" Sophia said climbing up on the bed next to her. There was a startled cough.

"Hello Dear." Peggy said with a smile.

Sophia could feel Sharon let out a sigh of relief behind her, as she stepped out of the room a second to collect herself. Leaving Sophia alone with Peggy. She was even frailer than the last time Sophia had seen her. Her hands, brittle, and cold. Her eyes covered with a haze, and her mind losing thoughts of past times more and more.

"What are you doing here Poppet?" Peggy asked in her soft voice, taking Sophia's hand in hers. Trying to force a smile on her lips.

"Papa's on a mission." She said softly. "In Lagos, and Aunt Sharon decided we could come take a trip to see you.

"You're worried about him aren't you?" Peggy replied back to her. Sophia nodded as a tear fell down her cheek. "Don't worry about your Father Sophia. He's one of the strongest and smartest men I have ever known. And I've lived a very long time." Sophia giggled at that, and Peggy smiled. "And your Mother, Natasha. She's one of the best agents i've ever seen or had the great hand in helping train." Sophia smiled. "And you my dear. My My. I've never seen such a brilliant little thing like you. Helping me remember myself, and helping the people around you. Helping your team grow into a family. With you three together. Nothing bad could ever happen."

"Grandma Peggy?" Sophia said.

"Yes dear?" Peggy replied.

"I love you." She said softly, going in for a hug.

"I love you too Poppet." Peggy responded in her hair. "I love you too." They sat like that for a minute, arms wrapped around each other tightly. Sharon came in to see that, and tears started all over again. They stayed with Peggy for a little bit and chatted. Then, Sharon told Sophia it was time to leave, they would go get lunch and they would come back a little later. It would give Peggy some time to take a nap.

During lunch Sophia got a chance to talk to her Papa on the phone, he was on his way back from Lagos. And the mission didn't go so well. Not that they couldn't see that from the TV's in the small diner where she and Sharon were getting lunch. Hero or Avenger? Sokovian Killer, Wanda Maximoff Strikes Again. It made Sophia's heart leap for Wanda, and she told her it would be all okay, and that she would give her a big hug when she got home that night.

Sophia then quickly finished up her cheeseburger and fries with her Hi-C so she could run back and tell Grandma Peggy that her Papa was okay. That she was right once again. That she was always right just like Papa said. Because Papa loved her. So very much. And she loved her too. She didn't know what she would do without her. So, on their way back. Sophia insisted on stopping off at a small flower shop to pick her out a single pink rose. Sharon said it was for sweetness and friendship and Sophia couldn't agree more.

They hurried back to the nursing home, and Sophia could feel something was off. One of the nurses was watching her with a look she couldn't seem to shake, as Sharon signed in. Another looked at her with grief as if she was trying to tell her something. Sophia tried to shake it off as she looked up at Sharon who gave her a smile. Sophia skipped down the hall ahead of Sharon to Peggy's room and found that she was still asleep. Sophia giggled and placed the rose down on the bedside table next to her. She slid herself on the bed and took her hand in her own.

"Grandma Peggy. I'm back." She said softly, shaking her hand. There was no response from Peggy, not a cough, not even breathing. "Grandma Peggy!" She shouted a little louder as she heard Sharon enter the room. Tears started to roll down Sophia's cheeks. "Please." Sophia said softly, gripping Peggy's hands as sobbed. "I can't lose you. Not now." The entire room was slient for a minute, besides the sobs from both women. Then all of the lights in the room started to flicker, and the room started to shake slightly. Pictures on the walls wobbling, and the lamp on her bedside table was shaking too. Sophia sobbed louder, laying herself across Peggy's unmoving body, as a the bulbs in the room began to burst and shatter. Glass flying, but none of it hitting the women. Sophia screamed aloud as the room began to shake vividly. The nurses came in and saw this sight and turned and ran in fear from the little girl. Some were shouting that she was an inhuman, and they Sharon, wrapped her arms around Sophia and tried to pull her away from Peggy. And the shouts filled the hallways, people in other room's began to panic about what was happening. Sharon, literally pulled Sophia away from Peggy picked her up in her arms, walking her out.

The Sokovia accords, approved by 117 countries. It states, that the Avengers shall no longer be a private organization. Instead they will operate under the supervision of a United Nations panel, only when and if that panel deems it necessary.

OH My Gosh. If I could tell you how sorry I am in words. It would be longer than a dictionary. I've been trying to configure Civil War into Sophia's timeline and I have planned out many chapters ahead, so updates will be coming soon. So I'm sorry. And I hope you enjoy. Also sorry for Peggy… and everything that will soon be coming that is worse. _ Remember, Reviews are always appreciated.