A/N: Hello my faithful readers! Well, this is it, the last chapter of The Siren's Call. It's been a wonderful journey for me, discovering how to better my writing style and giving you all something you enjoy. I want to thank everyone for sticking through this with me. I started this almost three years ago, and it's been intense how much it took over my life, but I wouldn't take it back for anything. I hope you enjoy this last chapter. I was inspired by The Vampire Diaries with the ending song, so I would advise you to listen to Take On the World by You Me At Six. It's beautiful and fits perfectly. I didn't include the lyrics, but it's better as background music, rather than taking away from the flow of the story.

But I wanted you all to be the first to know I am working on a new story. It's also another Steve/Bucky/OC but it starts in Captain America: The First Avenger, and then continues through to Infinity War and beyond. Be on the lookout for Elizabeth Stark, twin to Howard Stark in What I've Done... coming soon ;)

Disclaimer: I do not own Marvel, Disney, FOX, ABC or the Avengers. Just Sera.

It was boring. I spent some time trying to shape the world around me, as it was my head I was stuck in. I went through memories, things I thought I had forgotten, or some I didn't remember the same way. My first time meeting Dad, Steve and Bucky. The twin's birth, their short childhood. My time in Vienna, and Wakanda later after birthing Natasha's twins. My Mom's death.

Watching it was like it happening all over again, but instead of going numb like I had, I watched myself deal with it. Albeit slowly and in the wrong way many times, but I got better. I got past the pain to the point where I could think about her, and not want to lash out at someone, or kill someone while on a mission. Dad being around helped and hindered me.

But the memory that crushed me was the one just after Oliver was born. I realized what the new power I discovered could mean, and where I might have to use it. I made Elijah, Rocket, Okoye and Peter swear not to tell a soul about the contingency plan, only that everyone needed to wear an Aero-Rig. Rocket set up the Retract as he liked to call it, and Peter would get Callie out of there, kicking and screaming if he had to.

Professor Xavier asked me to share it with Erik, who had recently turned back to the side of good since I stopped the Accords and helped the UN defend mutant rights. They both explained to me their experiences with Sebastian Shaw, and his similar power. And then I started practicing, pulling power from light bulbs. And then I got a bit crazy. I would sneak into the labs in the middle of the night after feeding Oliver, making sure ARSENAL monitored the radiation in my blood as I used radioactive isotopes to test my theory in the Hulk room. And then Eli caught me there one day when I thought everyone was out, and asked why I was doing it in secret.

And so I began to plan for in case it was needed. I asked Bucky and Steve for us to draw out a Will, because we didn't know what would happen, or who would come back. I spent all the time I could with the kids, and memorized everything about Oliver, committing everything he did to memory. I spent time with everyone, because we had only months left, and if I needed to die, it would be worth everything to know they were happy.

Suddenly I felt like I was dunked and pulled out of cold water, sucking in a large breath, and my eyes shooting open. The room was dark, only a small light behind the bed to light the room. I gripped the sheets, still panicking at the sudden wake up. I heard Joey whimpering from the foot of the bed, clearly excited I was awake, as he jumped up to try and lick my face. I tried sitting up in bed, remembering the last time I had been in bed this long. I ripped the IV out of my arm, having a hard time breathing as I pulled myself out of bed.

The memory of losing oxygen was fresh as I shuffled out of my med bay room, Joey guiding me towards a door leading outside. The night air was cool to my skin, which felt like there was a fire burning its way from the inside out, consuming me. I collapsed in the dewy grass, directing the heat towards my hands, scorching the ground fifteen feet in front of me.

As the heat left me, my breathing returned to normal, not feeling like a vice was crushing my lungs. I sat there a moment, collecting my breath, before sobbing violently, Joey licking my face sweetly.

It was over. It was finished. I was free.

I sat there, watching the sunrise, like nothing had changed. Like my life was still normal. But nothing would look different. But maybe I did. I checked my hands, arms and peeked under my gown to see I was the same. In fact, I wasn't feeling the rough patch of scar tissue where Clint had shot me.

When I was sure I wouldn't be spotted, I snuck around the base to the stable. I had left a few sets of clothes there, just in case. A quick hello to the horses and feed later, I was upstairs in the stables apartment, scouring the place for a shirt. And when I was dressed, I got back into base asking ARSENAL to keep it quiet. She responded saying, "I am glad you are well again ma'am."

"I missed you too A," I smiled as I made my way to the kitchen. I had some work to do.

It was an hour later that I finally heard someone heading towards the kitchen. The music wasn't a give away, as I continued to work, humming along. I was about to ring for everyone, when I heard the inevitable gasp.

Whoever it was, hadn't moved as I rang the alarm. I turned to see Callie, eyes watering as she held Oliver in her arms.

"Missed me?" I said softly. She sobbed and bolted into my arms, letting me take Ollie, burying my face in his little neck, as I cried too. Oliver held tight to me, babbling happily.

"Mom, don't leave us again," Callie said, as I heard a rabble from down the hallway.

"I'm officially retired now. Period," I smiled, kissing Oliver's head and then hers, pulling back to hold her cheek tenderly with my free hand.

"What's with the wake up call Callie?" Wanda asked, looking at the spread on the table as everyone came in, moving to sit down, before Callie took Oliver from me and cleared her throat.

Dad was the first to look over, choking back a sob, and rushing over to hug me tightly.

"Never again," He said, holding my head and kissing my temple.

"I promise. No pulling a Tony," I smirked, making him laugh, as I was then passed around, being hugged by everyone enthusiastically. Wanda held tight to me for a couple seconds longer and I pet her hair, "I'm not going anywhere."

"Auntie!" Lila said, bolting into my legs. I kneeled down to entrap the three Barton children in my arms.

"I'm so glad you're okay," Cooper said, hugging me back. Now that everything was over, they would be leaving. Clint didn't want to be here forever, and we all knew this might be our last rodeo. I just knew that it was for sure mine. Once the kids released me, I stood to hug a five month pregnant Laura, whose tears were added to my soaked shoulders from Wanda and my Dad.

"You deserve a parade," She joked, and I laughed, reminded of what I said to her after Lila was born, that she just grew a human and deserved a parade.

"I wouldn't say that," I said softly, "But I wouldn't mind a baby being named for me."

"Done," Clint smiled, "Considering this one is a girl anyways."

"What's happ-" Steve's voice cut off as I lifted my head from Laura's hug. Bucky looked like he had seen a ghost. Actually, they both had.

"I don't suppose I'm sorry will cut it this time?" I smiled coyly, "Because I'm not sorry I did it. I'm sorry it hurt everyone."

Without knowing who pushed me (probably Clint), I stumbled into them, instantly being trapped in two sets of arms.

"Can't… breathe," I gasped, feeling a vertebrae in my spine realign as their grip tightened.

"It's what you get for scaring us like that," Bucky said lowly in my ear. I shivered thinking that I was going to have a visit from the Soldier later.

Yes. Please.

"We are having a long talk later," Steve said, before ducking to kiss me sweetly as I cried. If I hadn't lived past my sacrifice, I would never have gotten this moment, reunited with my family, with the ones I loved the most in this world. Not yet Mom, I thought as Steve released my lips softly, leaning his forehead against mine as I smiled at him.

"I'm counting on it, and looking forward to it," I teased, seeing his answering smirk.

"My turn Punk," Bucky said, pulling me away from Steve, and kissing me like my life depended on it.

"Wow. Remind me to 'die' more often," I teased, as Bucky withdrew from my lips. I looked around at unimpressed faces.

"Too soon?" I smirked, "Well, I guess it was."

"Are you all just gonna stand there? I made food, and it is going cold," I said, making everyone move. They all grabbed plates, passing round the dishes of breakfast foods, and seeming much lighter since I left them. Well of course, Thanos was defeated and we had no more worries. Except for me being in a coma, and now it wasn't a worry.

I watched as everyone looked up and smiled at me, during breakfast, making sure I was still here. I wouldn't blame them after what I put them through. First the secrecy of my future knowledge, and then I blow myself up on purpose. It was for a good cause. The best reason possible.

"So, elephant in the room," I said, making everyone look up at me.

"Yes, it did hurt. More than I thought possible. So good news, childbirth isn't the worst pain you can endure," I joked.

"How did you wake up?" Wanda asked. After Jean had left, I felt a familiar presence in my mind and knew Wanda was trying to wake me, but it wasn't working.

"There was still… heat trapped in me, building up with no release. I had to let it go outside, as you can tell by the burnt area, only once I woke up. But I think I couldn't wake up until I forced myself to live it again. To really understand the reasons I did it. I knew why, but I had to remind myself, because I thought I was being selfless. But my last thought was that I would see my Mom again," I said, as Steve's hand found mine comfortingly.

"To save the universe," Peter said like it was obvious, making Callie smack him upside the head. He rubbed it, "Ow! She told me that!"

"Yes and no. I thought about the time I spent with you all before the battle, one on one and so on. And remembering your smiles, and how happy you were, that is why I did it. Because if anyone on earth, or any other planet deserves to live, it's the people who have sacrificed so much for those worlds. I needed to make one final sacrifice for you." I turned to Steve and watched him look into my eyes softly.

"You once said to my Dad that he wasn't the person who would lay down on a wire, let the other guy crawl over him. But he flew up into that portal with the nuke, knowing he might not make it back. And then he did. I'm not saying I believed I would make it, cause I was ready to join my Mom. I accepted that fate once I figured out my new power. I knew what it could do, and that there would be no return. Well, almost no return."

"But the not telling anyone part, that's what we are most concerned with," Natasha pointed out.

"Because I knew there would be a list as long as my arm of reasons I shouldn't do it. There were six people that knew about the plan in total, including me."

"Wait, Peter, Rocket, Elijah, Kitty, you… who was the fifth?" Dad said, confused.

"Okoye. I did go over T'Challa's head, but as the General of the Dora Milaje, she had the right to know I was gonna go nuclear, and to get her King and people out of there. "

"Oh my god," Callie said, jumping up suddenly and disappearing through a portal on the fly.

"Where is she going?" Bucky asked confused. A moment later, Shuri flew through the doorway, pulling me into a tight hug as I stood up.

"You do not understand the concept of we are in this together," She said, as T'Challa looked at me with hard eyes from the doorway. Okoye was by his side, rolling her eyes at his attitude towards me.

"I know. I'm a Stark, we do things our own way," I laughed.

"Sera, I am glad you are well. Our people prayed for your health fervently when they heard of your condition," She said, stepping towards me to shake my hand.

"Thank you Okoye. And please thank your people for their well wishes. It is nice to know some of you are happy to see me," I smiled, as she did, knowing exactly whom I was meant. Who is a moody king in the doorway for 500 please, Alex.

"I'm sorry for worrying you, but not that I did it. Does that count as an apology?" I said, looking at T. His glare dropped, as she strode forward, wrapping me in a tight hug.

"I promise the next time you go behind my back to Okoye, we will be having serious words."

"Of course Your Grace," I teased into his shoulder. He released me with a smile, "Just make sure we talk things through next time you decide to become a suicide bomber."

"But the radiation is so much fun," I said sarcastically, "I just love how my skin feels afterwards. Where is Callie?"

"She went to grab everyone," He said, as Jean bolted through the doorway, searching for me.

"Little sister, you are in so much trouble. We were so worried about you," She said, pulling me away from T and into her arms in a bone-crushing hug.

"Can't… breathe," I wheezed, as Scott joined in the hug behind me, squeezing the both of us.

"Next time, don't," He said, as they released me.

"I second that," Bucky smiled.

"Third," Logan's gruff voice joined in. I smirked to myself, for a prickly exterior, he was sure a big softie.

"Motion carried!" Hope piped in as they all piled into the available space in our kitchen. Hank smiled at me from beside Scott, and I knew we would talk later. Much like I would with everyone.

"Hey Feathers!" Wade smiled, making me roll my eyes.

"Your welcome for the blood B T dub's. That's the second time I got to be inside you," He said, wiggling his eyebrows. Before I could react, a shink sounded, and Wade looked down to gasp. Logan had stabbed him from behind through the heart, with another ready to puncture his balls.

"Apologize," He said gruffly.

"Uh, it's true though. This is becoming a reoccurring thing for us," Wade said, unfazed by the claws in his back, "I think she wants a third husband. And I wouldn't mind a sandwich with the hunky soldiers. She'd have three to choose from!"

"Wade, I can make good on my promise now," I said, narrowing my eyes at him. He contemplated it for a moment before saying, "Sorry, Feathers."

"I will take what I can get," I sighed quietly, making Scott smirk.

"Wait, we are missing…" I said realizing who was missing.

"Hello gorgeous. You look better than the last time I saw you," Quill said, ducking Gamora's intended smack upside the head.

"That was nicer than what Wade said, so I will allow it," Steve said, folding his arms over his chest, and making Quill look a little intimidated. I smirked at my husbands, who were both looking disappointed in Quill's comments.

"Okay, how about a party? A "We saved the universe with only minimal injuries" party. NO, WAIT! Let's go to Disneyland! On me. Three weeks of rides, fine dining, and all the shopping I can do! Oliver will love it, I know the kids did-"

"Not so minimal injuries," Steve pointed out, after clapping a hand over my mouth.

"Well, what can I say? Actually, not much. Sorry not sorry for turning into a bomb," I smiled, "But seriously, Disneyland? I promised Shuri. Coachella will have to wait until next year, but I want to go to Burning Man at the end of August."

"Yaaas!" Shuri smiled, doing a little happy dance with me.

"I know we just went last year, but come on, it's Disneyland," I said, giving Steve and Bucky the Puppy Dog eyes. They gave each other a look and Bucky said, "It's not like we have much else to do now."

Everyone gave a halfhearted laugh to that joke, knowing the universe was safe. For now at least.

"DISNEYLAND!" Shuri, Elijah, Callie, and Peter yelled. I clapped once and said, "Let me just go make a phone call to set everything up and then we can pack!"

It was a quiet party that evening, as we had little ears everywhere. Oliver was glued to me, refusing to budge to see his Daddies. The relief was palpable as I took in the room's atmosphere. We would all leave tomorrow morning for our vacation and the teams couldn't be happier. Our off planet guests were a little confused about Disneyland, but with some explanation, decided that it would be fun to act like kids again.

"Angel," Steve said softly, getting my attention.

"Yes my love," I responded, before he pulled me in for a long kiss. Oliver laughed in my arms, smacking both of our cheeks at the exchange. I pulled away laughing at our boy's glee as Steve said, "How about that retirement?"

"I promised, and I intend to keep that promise," I said, pulling out my tablet from my back pocket as Bucky came up behind me, kissing my neck softly.

"I'm more than ready," He said, ducking to kiss Oliver's cheek. I pulled up my Mom's house, saying, "If you were still wanting that farmhouse…"

"It's perfect," Bucky smiled, looking over at Steve, who sighed in relief.

"Somewhere to live out our days in peace," I said.

"Taking a page out of Clint's book," Steve said, smirking to himself.

"To Elysian fields," I said softly.

Epilogue

We had lived in peace. We named the ranch Elysian Fields, as an inside joke. But it was so wonderful to have each other, and nothing but time to enjoy the simple things. Natasha did ask me to be a surrogate again, this time to a single boy, named Alexander Steven. And then the guys knocked me up with another child, this time a girl that we named Cora. Later tests would show that Oliver was Bucky's biological son, while Cora was Steve's biological daughter. We let them grow like their older siblings, knowing it would be wrong to deny them something their siblings got, even if it was for a good cause.

Our team had gone on to have more babies of their own, and chose to retire systematically after Thanos was defeated and the younger generation rose to the challenge of keeping Earth safe.

Callie and Peter got married when Callie looked about 24 years old, with Bucky looking grumpy the entire time. But eventually he realized Peter was the best person for her, and they formed a tight bond. Especially when Callie had her own daughter a year later, named Julia. And then a set of twins three years later, named Nathan and Richard.

Eli surprised everyone but me when he asked Black Bolt and Medusa permission to court her sister, with her consent. Crystal was beaming at him, as the royal InHuman's looked confused. The guys had no idea when that happened, but with the Royal's blessing, they began to date. Three months before Callie gave birth to her daughter Julia, they married in a beautiful ceremony on a hillside in Oahu. And then they went on to have three very headstrong children, named Ethan, Thalassa, and Finley.

Oliver went on to study at MIT before continuing his SHIELD career, working with Fitz, Shuri and my Dad to develop tech that seemed almost impossible. But when he went back to hand in his final paper, he ran into a wonderful girl named Noelle. They married two years later, and went on to have four kids; Adalia, Anthony, the twins Howard and Kellan.

Cora, as my baby, was the hardest to let out of the nest. She was a free spirit, not sure where she belonged, and following where the wind took her. But she had the biggest surprise of all, when she came home pregnant at 25. She wanted to do it on her own, as the father had signed away his rights. She gave birth to my last grandson, Silas Isaiah, before things got complicated. Even with medical intervention, she still died in my arms two hours later, her last wish for us to raise Hayden as she had been.

I broke. Between the task of taking care of an infant, and losing my daughter, I broke. But slowly, Bucky and Steve put me back together again, promising that we were in this together, until the end of the line.

We lost Bucky 10 years after Cora. His body had been through too many freezes as the Winter Soldier, and his serum wasn't perfected like Steve's, so it degraded after a time. He started to experience organ failure, and Shuri's tech could only do so much to ward off the inevitable.

Steve and I shut ourselves away, separately for the first two days after his death, and then we clung to one another for a week. The funeral was held on the Ranch, in the meadow where my Mom was buried. We had planted a new tree, under which we buried his ashes. Hayden clung to my side the whole day, not understanding why Grandpa was gone.

My Dad was next, five years after Bucky. He had neglected a tumor on his liver, that the doctor's say wouldn't have been detected until it was the size of a tennis ball. Steve held me tight as Pepper and I buried him, next to his parents in the family plot. He knew it was time, as he had accepted how his father treated him. He wanted to be with his family again.

She would follow, after a crash that killed both her and Happy three years later.

And then Steve followed two years later, after 'one last mission'. He said he would be home that night for dinner, and when Elijah called instead, I knew something was wrong. So when it came time, I buried his ashes beside Bucky, where his rightful place was since the beginning. He was given a full military funeral, and a spot in Arlington, as Bucky had, but their ashes came home with me.

And for another 30 years, I had only Silas. The kids were off with their own families, and Silas had taken it upon himself to get a job close to town, and would take care of the Ranch for me. I was feeling frail, for only 87. I was ready to go.

Silas and his wife Melissa took care of me, and in turn I left them the Ranch. Callie took over for me at Stark Industries, preferring the technical side of operations. So I knew everything was in good hands, even when Nathan eventually took over in his mother's place. I counted the people we lost everyday.

Hank, Coulson, Brock, Fury (Actually this time), T'Challa, Pietro, Clint and Laura, Bruce, Nat, Quill, Professor Xavier, Wanda, Black Bolt, Drax, Scott and Hope, May, Daisy, Mack, Bobbi and Hunter, Maria, Loki, Peter, Jean and Scott, Kitty, Bobby, Piotr, Jemma, Fitz, Darcy, Sam, Sharon, Shuri, Okoye, Nakia, Rocket, Nebula, Gamora, Crystal, Medusa, Audrey, even Logan eventually… This list went on. I felt like the kids book, "All My Friends Are Dead."

"Sometimes I feel all alone. Some days are long and hard. But when I look out into the world, I am struck by all the impossible beauty of it. Those billions of magnificent accidents that led us where we are today, that led us to paper planes and nautilus shells and the tiny crooked smiles of children. When I think about all the small perfections of the world, I have faith that my time will come. I have faith that someday, a warm light will flood over me and I will find peace." (Avery Monsen, All My Friends Are Dead.)

I was alone, with only my kids, grandkids and great grandkids left of those I loved in the world. So on the 60th anniversary of our defeat over Thanos, I laid in my bed, surrounded by my remaining family, saying my goodbyes.

I would recite Do Not Stand At My Grave and Weep, to each of my grandchildren, and great grandchildren. They understood that grief was for them. I was free of pain, so they should be happy for me. I would be all around them, in everything I did, so long as I lived on in their hearts. Just like my mother had believed all those years ago about her own death. It took me 62 years to realize it was true. My death was not the end of my legacy.

"I'll see you soon," I smiled to my children.

And all at once, I felt that warm light.

As I opened my eyes again, I was no longer in my bedroom on the Ranch. I was sitting in the meadow behind Avenger's base, feeling the warm sun, and gentle breeze once again. I sighed, feeling my lungs fill up to capacity for the first time in years, and not feeling the ache in my bones.

"Sera?" A voice said, and I stumbled back in shock.

"Dad!" I yelled, seeing him and Pepper not fifty feet from me.

"Pepper," I cried as I ran to them. They sobbed, pulling me close.

"How… how are you so young?" I asked, reaching up to touch my Dad's face. He looked in his mid 20's, not the old man I had last seen. Pepper was the same, a youthful glow to her, as she cried.

"It's hard to explain. How long has it been?"

"Today was the 60th anniversary of Thanos's defeat," I said, watching as they did the math.

"You've been alone…"

"25 years," I finished for them.

"Well, I have some shocking news for you. You aren't alone anymore," A new voice said. I looked behind Dad to see a similar youthful face, and a blonde woman, holding her mouth as she cried.

"Grandma Maria? Grandpa Howard?" I asked, unsure.

"Please tell me you didn't send my company into ruin," The Dad look alike said, smirking.

"That's definitely Grandpa Howard," I smiled, as I walked up to them slowly. Grandma Maria pulled me in for a bone-crushing hug, "It's so good to finally meet you. Your father has spoken of nothing but you since he got here."

"It's nice to meet you too," I sobbed as Grandpa Howard joined our hug.

"Everyone! It's Sera!" Pepper yelled towards the open doors of the building. Suddenly, a wave of people came running out to greet me. As they got closer, I shrieked in joy. Wanda and Nat made it to me first, crushing me, before I was passed off to each of my family. Brock held tightly to me last, petting my hair as I sobbed.

"Mom?" A soft voice asked, and I paused to see my baby girl, smiling at me. I gathered her into my arms, sobbing, "Cora."

"Mom, I'm here. Don't cry," She said, rubbing my back.

"Don't tell me not to cry young lady. I waited for this day for so long," I said as two young men approached that I didn't recognize.

"Hi Mom," They said smiling at me. I had to think hard for a moment, not remembering having other children, but then I remembered; I had two miscarriages.

"I'm Henry," The first smiled, and I knew this was Kyle's son, the one night stand that I had in college. The first baby I lost.

"Henry," I smiled, raising a tentative hand to cup his cheek, as Cora stepped away so I could meet her brothers.

"And I'm Joseph," The second boy said, and I saw Steve's face when I looked at him.

"You both look so much like your Dad's. I'm so glad I get to meet you finally," I sobbed, pulling them close. Daisy had her arm around another girl, and was giving me a sympathetic look. It must be the baby she lost two years after Thanos's defeat. The boys hugged me tightly, and I knew that even without my remaining children here, I would be okay. They had years left and I could wait patiently to have forever with them.

Everyone greeted me with sobs and laughter, making me feel whole for the first time in over 45 years. As the excitement died down, I looked around confused.

"They aren't here," I said softly.

"Sera, they are just on a run. They should be back any minute," Sam said, making everyone laugh.

"They go running in the afterlife? They are committed," I joked.

"They call it passing time," Natasha said to me, holding my face with one hand. I watered up again, "I have missed you all so much."

"You'll get sick of us soon enough," Hank smiled, and I had to do a double take at the woman tucked under his arm. It was his wife Janet. I had seen so many pictures of her from Hope that it was hard not to believe it was her. When they had pulled her from the Quantum Realm, I had only met her older self.

"I never could," I beamed.

"Good, because we miss your cooking," Loki said, and I paused.

"Thor, he misses you terribly. As do Jane, Freya and the boys," I said. Using the power of the All Father's, Thor granted her longevity, so she would live just as long as Thor did. She had also had two boys after Thanos was defeated, Eric and Tarben. Maria had given birth to one more boy before calling it quits on child bearing, their second son was named Benjamin Leif.

"I know. I feel it," He said patting his heart, as pressed herself tighter to him.

"Can you all feel it?" I asked, intrigued.

"The children, and grandchildren," Bruce said, "Everyday. But it doesn't hurt… it's more…"

"More like bittersweet memories," Pietro said, "We know they miss us, but they are happy."

"Hey, part the red sea," Logan said to the crowd gruffly. The crowd parted so I could walk forward, passing Logan with a brush of our shoulders and a smile. Professor Xavier looked completely different to me, as did Erik, but they both gave a little wave, before motioning for me to look forward. I could see two smudges at a steady pace, coming towards us. And then I sobbed, seeing Steve and Bucky, as young and handsome as ever. They stopped in shock, but the golden mass of fur at their feet didn't, bolting towards me at high speeds. Joey jumped up, licking my face and whimpering contently.

"I missed you too boy," I cried, before he settled a bit. I looked up again, smiling widely as I started walking towards them. I saw them picking up speed, so I started running, crying profusely.

We met in a tangle of limbs, crying, hugging and kissing in joy. They wrapped me up in their arms, sandwiching me between their muscled bodies, and I could breathe again. Figuratively of course, because I was being crushed by their love, and arms. I found Bucky's left hand, and looked down confused at the warmth it gave off.

"I don't believe we've met. Bucky's left arm, I'm Sera," I teased, tracing my fingers up his forearm as Steve laughed, resting his forehead on my shoulder.

"He's happy to meet you too ангел," Bucky smiled, and they wrapped me up in another hug. We stayed there a minute or two, reunited at last.

"Angel," Steve said softly, before picking me up and spinning me around, Joey barking in delight as I laughed freely.

I was home. And I was going to be here with my family, my soulmates, forever. T'Challa hadn't been far off about the ancestral plane, even with the times he had to take the Heart-Shaped herb, but it wasn't the same once you died. It truly was Elysian Fields.

As we walked the grounds with Bucky and Steve later, gripping their hands tightly, I saw the stable and paused as I heard a familiar sound. Sunchaser was stomping the ground in happiness and neighing to get my attention, Sweet Feet beside him, and their son Drifter joining in at the fence. I hopped the fence greeting all three with kisses, and rubs to their mandibles.

A humming reached my ears, and I was unsure of where I had heard it before. It sounded familiar, but I couldn't place it.

"On the wind, across the sea, hear this song and remember…" A voice sang. I smiled at the guys, who urged me to go discover the source for myself. They wouldn't be going anywhere now. We had forever together. Even in death.

I walked into the barn as the voice sang the next part.

"Soon you'll be home with me, once upon a December," It finished. I walked into the stable to see a familiar head of blonde hair, putting away tack from the horses. I gasped, in shock.

"Mom?"

She turned to me, smiling wide as I ran into her waiting arms, sobbing again.

"Welcome home," She whispered.

To the Elysian plain… where life is easiest for men. No snow is there, nor heavy storm, nor ever rain, but ever does Ocean send up blasts of the shrill-blowing West Wind that they may give cooling to men.

Forever.