epilogue.

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"Okay, that was rude."

Natasha pursed her lips and wiggled her eyebrows at Clint as she grabbed his black pawn and placed it next to her. "You know I'm a master in chess. There's no way you'll beat me."

Clint snorted and thought about his next move when his phone started ringing, the name of his wife putting a smile on his lips as he stood up to answer.

Natasha stood up as well and walked towards the couch, where Wanda was sitting with a paper in her hands.

"These days are so boring, with Steve away and Tony and Bruce spending all their time in the laboratory," she whined, crossing her legs.

"At least we're not risking our lives," Wanda replied, a sweet smile on her face as she turned towards Natasha, who furrowed her eyebrows.

"Something's really weird about you. Did something happen?"

A chuckle escaped her lips at the thought of all the things that happened, but she just shook her head. "I'm just in a positive mood, you know. I mean, what we do is really important for the world, and we've lost so many people during the way, but we're so strong because we're united."

"Okay, weirdo. What are you looking at?"

Wanda laughed as Natasha playfully elbowed her and handed her the piece of paper she was studying.

"Is that Pietro?" she asked, pointing at a small boy hugging a teddy bear.

Wanda nodded, pursing her lips. "And that's me," she said, placing her finger on a small version of herself, her arms crossed as a small pout adorned her lips.

"That's way too cute for me," Natasha mumbled, her eyes softening at the photo.

Wanda did nothing but smile, her head snapping in the direction of the door when she noticed Bruce walking in, a book in his hand. He walked towards them and sat down on an armchair, opening the book.

"Morning to you too, what are you reading?"

Bruce looked at Natasha with a lost expression, until he noticed the two girls were waiting for him.

"Oh, um- sorry, I'm just really into this book, I didn't notice you," he said, slightly blushing. "That's Oscar Wilde, by the way. It's a collection of stories."

Natasha nodded absentmindedly and stood up, walking away while Wanda kept observing Bruce's book. One of the stories that could be read on the cover, The selfish giant, were oddly familiar to her, but she didn't know where she had heard it from.

"It's really interesting, if you ask me. It's one of the first stories I read where an outcast had the chance to be redeemed," Bruce stated, playing with the pages of the book.

"Doesn't seem like the kind of stories you read," Wanda observed.

"It's not, but I woke up this morning with the sudden urge to read it."

"I wonder why," Wanda muttered under her breath, standing up and walking away as Bruce looked at her with his eyebrows furrowed.

Turned out she couldn't erase someone like Hazel completely. She physically couldn't, because of the enormous impact the girl had had on their lives, and she didn't even want to.

Wanda's mind went back to her for the thousandth time since everything had turned to 'normal'. She walked out of the living room, towards the elevator that took her to the last floor. The cold breeze of the roof immediately welcomed her, inviting her to walk outside and take a deep breath.

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