Epilogue

                                    

                                          

                            
                              
                                
                                
                              
                            
                            
                          
                          
Loki pov
                          
1 year later
                          
I walk towards the cemetery. A lot has changed this past year. It was hard on us losing a member. For some people it was harder than others. We just didn't expect it at all.
                          
A hero that is what they were. A natural hero. This person saved us all. But they also affect us all.
                          
Tony hid himself in his work. He blames himself for leaving. He knew that something was wrong but still didn't come back. The others had tried to tell him that it wasn't his falt but he didn't believe them.
                          
Steve spends most of his time running or punching the punching bags. He only comes up to eat and occasionally sleep. He only sleeps twice a week. 
                          
Natasha spends most of her time buried in work from Fury. She goes on a lot more missions and does a lot more paperwork. When she is not doing anything for Fury she is eather down in the training room or in the lab with Bruce.
                          
Bruce spends most of his time in the lab coming up with formulas. Every Tuesday and Thursday he goes and helps Tony work on thinks. Every Wednesday he spends trying to convince Tony that the death wasn't his falt. Bruce sleeps about as much a Steve and he hulks out more often.
                          
Thor spends most of his time watching sad movies and trying to figure out electronics. After a year he has figured out the toaster, microwave, and TV. He is currently trying to figure out tablets and has broken only two. He mopes around a lot any no one, even Fury, can get him to do anything he doesn't want to do. 
                          
Clint spends a lot of time away from the tower. From what I hear from Fury is that he is always on the Helocarrier moping. He refuses to train or go on missions. We have only seen him three times sence the death and he is still taking it hard.
                          
I walk through the headstones to find the one I am looking for. I look and walk around for awhile before I find it.
                          
This was not in my Job description.
                          
Here lies Ellie Choler.
                          
Beloved friend, kind, loyal, self sacrificing. 
                          
She will be forever missed.
                          
I remember that day like it was yesterday. It had to be the worst day of all of our lives.
                          
Flashback:
                          
The sword was coming down on Percy. I had shouted his name but he didn't have time to move. I watch in horror as the sword was coming closer. We hadn't really gotten anywhere in our relationship.
                          
Then I see Ellie run at inhumane speed. No normal demigod can run that fast.
                          
She runs right in front of Percy just as the sword is coming down. She lets out a scream of agony as the sword plunges into her stomach. 
                          
Thor brings down lightning killing the rest of the army. Everyone runs to Ellie and she is coughing up blood. I go and try to heal her but she stops me.
                          
"No... I am... to far... gone..." She says with great difficulty.
                          
Everyone starts crying and Ellie says,"Steve..."
                          
Steve looks up and goes closer.
                          
"Closer..."
                          
He gets even closer and she whispers in his ear. He starts crying harder after that. Not long after she fell over dead. Thor picks up her fragile body and we walk to the door.
                          
"What did she say to you?" I ask looking at him.
                          
"She said... she said that she loved me..." Steve says his heart falling even more.
                          
I nod stiffly already knowing.
                          
Present:
                          
That day was the hardest on Steve. He didn't even know that she had feelings for him.
                          
I felt a hand on my shoulder and I turned around. 
                          
I see my husband in all his pregnant glory. 
                          
Yep you heard me right.
                          
Percy is my husband and he is pregnant. Deal with it.
                          
I wrap my arms around his frame and we both stare at the grave.
                          
We both miss her a lot.
                          
Third person pov 
                          
A cloaked figure stands watching them. A frown on the figures face. The figure sighs and whispers, "I am sorry. I am so sorry."
                          
The figure dissapers in a black portal.