Epilogue

The Avengers, Fury and their guests were seated in an empty Carnegie Hall. On the stage was a spotlight on a single chair, a beautiful Stradivarius violin gleaming under the stage lights. The orchestra filled in, followed by the conductor. The lights dimmed and they settle into their seats.

The lights followed Sy walking across the stage in a beautiful strapless gown, black fabric sweeping the floor. She took her seat, lifting her violin to her chin. All the orchestra followed. There was a pause, a moment where it was like time froze. Then she began to play.

The music wrapped around their minds, sinking a deep sense of peace and satisfaction into them. But when the melody twitched, different emotions were pulled from them. It was the greatest display of her power she'd shown any of them aside from the godly brothers. Her body swayed with the music, her eyes closed. Lost to the rhythm.

It had been a little over a year and a half since the Avengers had formed than disbanded. Tony and Bruce were both living in New York, Tony having dismantled a major terrorist organization that lead to the destruction of his California home. Steve and Natasha had been working SHIELD black ops, Clint went home, wherever that was for him. Thor returned to Earth after battling another alien threat that had destroyed parts of London, with Loki following soon afterwards claiming to have grown bored of Asgard. Sy had been in and out of camp, her apartment and Stark tower, finishing school.

Tony Stark, after learning that the whole team was actually on the planet again, had insisted on a reunion, so there they were, Earth's mightiest heroes and the Director of SHIELD come to New York to listen to the youngest Avenger play.

Two hours later, the Avengers and the SHIELD director were released from the spell of her music. The world could have ended around them, and none of them would have noticed. Sy stood and bowed to the small group of adults, all of whom were standing and clapping wildly.

When she exited from backstage, they were all waiting for her with a large bouquet of roses.

"Thank you." Sy said her face glowing. Tony looked around the small group.

"Ok this is my reunion. I say, shawarma. Tradition and all." Sy rolled her eyes.

"We went to shawarma once. That's not a tradition." Tony smirked as he dragged her down the busy New York streets.

"But by going back, we are making it tradition. To shawarma!" He insisted. Sy laughed.

"To shawarma." She agreed.

AN: There is a sequel! Keep your eyes peeled for The Olympian Soldier, which I'll be posting soon