44-On The Run

I got my own cell beside Sam and Wanda. All of us were dressed in blue prison jumpsuits. The only difference is I was pumped full of something that wouldn't let me call any flame to my fingers. I was practically comatose. The first new face we all saw was Tony. I sat up when he walked in. Clint started clapping.

"The futurist, ladies and gentlemen! The futurist is here!" Clint calls out, "He sees all! He knows whats best for you, whether you like it or not."

"Give me a break, Barton." Tony says. I don't strain my ears to hear the rest. Instead I down on my bed, looking at the ceiling. I don't sit up again until my brother is standing in front of my cell. I sit up and look at him.

"So is it just Rogers or did you get it hyphenated?" Tony asks. His arm was in a sling, his eye all bruised.

"Hyphenated. How's Rhodey?" I ask, leaning back onto my hands.

"He's alive. Pey, look-" I shake my head, cutting him off.

"This what was always going happen, Anthony, with the Accords. You knew this and you still signed. Tell me, was it worth losing me?" I ask him, tilting my head slightly. Tony looks hurt and he doesn't know what to say. I get up and walk over to him, "Did I get pissed at you for what Ultron did to me? Technically speaking, if your fault my baby died and your fault I can't have anymore kids."

"No, you never got mad at me." He responds solemnly.

"And I never will. So don't give me another reason to be mad at you. And when you see him, tell him that I'm okay." I tell my brother before moving back to my bed. Tony nods, looking at his feet and walks off. In my heart, I know it's going to be the last time I see my brother in long time. The emotions I've kept deep down this past week or so-my grief, anger, sadness, and hidden happiness comes out all at once. Apparently whatever they gave me wasn't strong enough because when I let out a raw scream, my telekinesis made the furniture that was bolted down fly against the walls. They have to knock me out and I come to once more, I'm in a straight jacket.

-

For the next-well I don't know exactly how long it was-all I do is pick at my food, argue with the guards and Ross and pray that Steve is okay. Can't do much more than that. Guards are always on patrol. It's a weird blur. Nothing new happens. I can't do much since I'm drained emotionally and physically. I just lay there.

That is, until a familiar man walks into wing. I quickly stand, I think we all do, as he walks out of the darkness. He smiles and I feel tears come out of my eyes as he takes off a set of dog tags that have a gold ring also hanging from the same chain. Steve frees us from our cells and as soon as I'm free, I run into his arms. Steve rips off my straight jacket as Clint and Sam help Wanda out of hers. He holds me close as I cry happy tears, glad to see him alive, glad he got me out.

"Hey doll. Glad to see you too." Steve murmurs as he buries his face into my neck. I laugh an ugly sob like laugh and hold onto him tighter. I can feel his tears against my skin.

"I missed you so much. God have I missed you." I say softly, pressing kisses into his cheek and neck. I squeezed my eyes shut and just held onto him as long as I could. I didn't want to be away from him again.

-

"You sure about this?" Steve asks as we walk up to Bucky. He's hooked up to an IV and he looks the cleanest I've ever seen him, wearing a white tank top and matching white pants. Very clean.

"I can't trust my own mind. So until they figure out how to get this stuff out of my head, I think going back under is the best thing. For everybody. And besides, you got little miss spitfire to keep you company." Bucky says with a smile. I smile back brunette man, walking over and giving him a hug. He laughs, "You take care of him."

"Someone has to. We'll miss you, Bucky." I say as I pull away. Steve is smiling at the both of us. I think he's glad the two people he cares for most in this world actually like each other. The doctors and nurses help Bucky into the cryogenic tube and we watch as they freeze him once again. Steve and I walk about of the room a while after that, both of us looking out the window to the amazing view Wakanda is offering us. We stand in silence until T'Challa walks up beside us.

"Thank you for this." Steve says as he shoves his hands in his pockets.

"Your friend and my father, they were both victims. If I can help once of then find peace..." T'Challa trails off and holds his hands behind his back. I don't think he ever got the chance to truly mourn the lost of his father. Losing a parent is never easy, no matter how many times it happens.

"You know if they find out he's here, they'll come for him." Steve responds, looking at T'Challa. The King smiles.

"Let them try." He says with a smile before turning to look at me, "Congratulations, on your marriage, Mrs Rogers and Captain Rogers. Take this as a wedding present as well as an apology for scratching your face with my claws." T'Challa holds out a small box. I take it a small smile on my face. His amazingly talented little sister Shuri had healed my face completely of the three long scratches (while asking if her brother had truly 'yeeted' me into a wall).

"Thank you, Your Highness. You really shouldn't have, especially with how many things you've already done for us." I say, gasping softly as I open the box to see two bluish tinted silver rings, "They're beautiful."

"They're vibranium. They, like your partnership as husband and wife should be, are indestructible." T'Challa explains and I smile before turning to Steve. He smiles at me I put his wedding band on his finger and he puts mine on my own, letting it sit with his mother's gold ring. T'Challa walks away after one of the Dora Milaje walk in, obviously having a much more pressuring matter for him to attend to. Steve turns to me, a smile on his face.

"Does being on the run count as a honeymoon? I hope it does." Steve asks and I laugh, turning my attention fully to him.

"I'm counting it as our honeymoon."

"Well thank God." He chuckles and his hand finds mine. And we stand like that, in a happy silence. We had already talked about the fact that he didn't tell me that Bucky had killed Tony and I's parents. Of course I was mad at Steve for not telling me this, but I wasn't mad at Bucky. He didn't have any control of his actions, but I also completely understand where Tony's anger is coming from. It was a lot to take in. For once, it was perfectly okay to be in silence.

-

Weeks after Tony received the package from Steve, he received a thick envelope. There wasn't any return address, but he knew from the handwriting on the front who it was from. He carefully opened it, his heart thudding in his chest as he pulled a letter that was bundled up in a soft blue ribbon. He rolled his eyes at his sister's dramatic touch and undid the ribbon, opening the letter.

Tones,

I'm sorry for getting married without telling you. No, I don't regret getting married, but I regret that you weren't there. I didn't know if I would get another chance to marry Steve so we decided to get marry then and there. I'm glad we did, just in case something went south. I love him Tony and I know I loved a lot of guys in my life- three not counting you, but this is different. I didn't write you just to tell you how much I love Steve so let's move on.

We both know that I can't just waltz back up to the compound and have everything go back to normal. Things just don't work like that. There's repercussions to what I did and sadly one of them is that we aren't going to see each other for a while. As much I wish I could have that back, I just can't. I'll just go back to jail and neither of us want that. I'm going to miss you big brother. God, I already miss you. I'm crying like a baby writing this to you. I don't know exactly what I'm going to do without you. I've always had you in my life and now I have to be a big girl for the both us.

Don't be dumb, okay? You keep on going. You'll be okay. I'm going to be okay and so are you. Don't look at me being on the run. I'm just on one really long honeymoon, okay? Think of it like that.

Steve told me what Bucky did to Mom and Dad. He also told me that he's known for a while. You have every right to be mad at Steve  because he should've told us. And I know you'll never forgive Bucky because he's the one who took them for us, but it wasn't Bucky that did that. It was the Winter Soldier and Hydra. It's going to take both of us some time to come to terms with it, but I understand completely what you are going through.

You're the best brother a girl can ask for. You've done so much for me ever since Mom and Dad took me in. I'm so grateful to have been able to have a brother like you. You've taught me so much, Tones. Maybe too much, eh? Wow look at that, I'm crying again. I'm so happy that you're my brother, Tony. I can never be mad at you. Please know that. I can never ever be mad at you. I love you too much.

Love your dearest sister,

Peyton Stark-Rogers

(P.S- Doesn't it have a nice ring to it?)

Tony had tears running down his face by the time he had finished the letter. There was already dried tear stains on the paper, presumably from his sister. He set down the letter and pulled something else out of the envelope. There was a picture of Peyton and Steve, happy smiles on their faces. Steve had his arms around Peyton and he was looking up at her while Peyton looked at the camera. Tony smiled, wiping away his tears and flipping the picture over. There was writing on the back in his sister's almost perfect scrawl.

The Newlyweds, 2016

Tony picked up a nearby picture frame, popping out the picture of him and Pepper and put the picture of his sister and old teammate into the frame. It was a great picture. Tony just looked at it and chuckled, shaking his head. He hoped that his sister would be okay and would be happy. He knew who to call if he needed her.