Reappearing in an alleyway, again for the freaking third time, I don't know, I lost count, but all I know is that I reappeared somewhere in the DC area.

I know Washington DC like New York City. Like the back of my hand. Like its whole systematic map is installed and embedded in my brain.

Because I know that I reappeared in an alleyway that is a block away from a certain flower shop. As this certain flower shop is my last stop before reappearing again behind a tree or someplace where I won't look suspicious in the cemetery. Technically, the location on where the funeral is taking place.

Exiting the alleyway, I brisk walk to the flower shop famously called Infinity Flowers. Owned by a twenty-seven year old by the name of Janet Lancaster and her husband, Rafael Lancaster, the business had been passed down to Janet for over four generations. Officially, they started the business way before the second World War even began. I guess you could say business opened at the brink of the the first one though.

Anyways, Janet knew me as a regular. Somethings about her include she's twenty-seven, originally known as Janet Clarence until she married Rafael in 2010, had their first daughter in the same year, naming her Jane Temperance Lancaster. And then was Richard "Ricki" Jonathan Lancaster born two years later, this year technically, their second child.

Everybody, statewide or possibly even nationwide, knew about their florist and flower arranging expertise. As well as their knowledge that involves everything to the species of flowers, botany, and as I stated, flower arranging. After all, one of those everybody's include me.

I enter the shop, the fresh and lovely scent and breeze of flowers waft my nostrils, delightful really. Its a very beautiful shop, as its hint of a vintage theme sparks up my interests and makes the visit when I purchase certain flowers.

Upon the counter, I spot Janet chatting with a few customers with her warm, friendly smiles. As they left, her eyes immediately landed on me, "Amelia Vale! The usual?"

I gave a lopsided smile, "yep, Janet." She then approached me and hugged me, as I feel, from sympathy. "I heard. I am truly sorry for your loss."

Returning the warm hug, I frowned a little, "please, there's really no need." We let go of each other as she smiles a sad smile, that is if there is such thing. But as for the situation, there is. "Oh, Amelia. You must be able to understand on how to accept sympathy for a while now."

I sighed, as she left and picked up the flowers that I would usually get. I've been accepting too much sympathy, as I receive too many. Returning with the flowers at hand, I head over to pay. Announcing, "an aster bouquet for Amelia Vale!"

Smiling, I gladly pay her at her counter. "Thank you so much."

With a nod, she reply, "no problem. Your mother would've loved them."

Giving her one last, warm grin, I exit Infinity Flowers.

Now... Why aster flowers?

For the introductions, scientific name is aster amellus. The aster flower is a genus of flowering plants in the family Asteraceae.

Anyways, first, my mother and I have agreed that they are so beautiful and eye catching towards us.  Don't know why but we always had them in our backyard garden when we used to live in Brooklyn.

And second, there are numerous types of aster flowers, one of them being a frost aster and a lava aster.  I know.  The irony.

I guess that's just how my mother and I loved them.  There's no doubting that.

Ever since I lived and moved to Arlington, I still had field, forensics assignments around the DC area.  When I stumbled to Infinity Flowers, I would purchase then send their beautiful asters to mom, or visit dad's grave and talk to him.  Even though I never met him as he never met me, I will try as hard as I can to communicate at least.  Through giving him the wondrous flowers.

My last visit to his grave was when Nick visited, and I offered him coffee and we actually discussed about the Initiative.

As soon as I exit the flower shop with the beautifully-arranged, aster bouquet in hand, I quickly paced to the nearest alleyway undetected.  Because there are four more minutes left until the priest start the ceremony.

Arriving at my desired destination, I finally vanished once again to the next.

~Arriving at the Congressional Cemetery~

You know how I would always reappear in an anonymous location that turns out I am familiar with?  Yeah, because this time I reappeared behind a tree. And thankfully, nobody noticed!

Walking away from the tree, I spot the Cervettis seated at a closer distance to the casket.

As what Steve described his mother's funeral, the exposition seems very similar with one another. Everyone wore black. A gloomy black that reflected against the sunny day in Washington DC. Contrast seemed, rare.

And then there's Abbey. Who noticed me walking up behind them. She rose up from her seat as everybody's eyes landed on my arrival, Abbey greeted me with open arms. No hesitation, I just hugged my 'sister' back with small, warm smiles on our faces. "Close enough," she whispers in my ear, "two minutes before everything begins is cool." She really can keep track of time.

Letting go, I just remark with a grin. "So, let's just get over this." I say in a mutter. She nods in agreement as we start heading towards our seats.

Stella stood up, giving me a firm yet sweet hug. And for some odd reason, I really needed it. "Come," she said quietly, gesturing me to a seat next to her, "sit here."

I nodded, keeping the bouquet of flowers close to me as I sat in between her and Regina. I noticed Declan, who warmly smiled in my direction as I sat down.

Afterwards, all of our faces and attention turned towards the direction of the priest, leading the ceremony. Him smiling at each and everyone of us, with the sadness and sincerity, he began, "good morning, everyone. Today shall be the day where..."

As the priest spoke, my eyes never tore away from the black, lavishly festooned casket. Inside, I assume my partially- burned mother lay inside, finally in an eternal state of peace. My heart felt like it will leap straight away from my chest. I guess one difference from other funerals I attended was that... No tears were shed this time. Just utter and respectful silence, and shades of black contrasted against the brightly vast, blue sky.

~Concluding the Funeral~ (A/N: I am so not writing a whole ceremony. Duh. And I just say that just like Karen Smith.)

Everyone else left, leaving me, Abbey, Regina, Stella, and Declan.

Before us is my buried mother, finally resting at peace. I bent down and rested the aster bouquet I've kept close to me through the ceremony on her grave. I guess we stood and prayed and contemplated for a few, long moments. But I don't mind because I need it.

Anyways...

Her gravestone clearly states:

Here rests
Elizabeth Scarlet Echard
May 8, 1959- May 3, 2012
May you rest in peace
You are always loved and never forgotten, forever.

"I love the last touch." Abbey comments out of nowhere once she read the last words on the gravestone. We all nodded. Stella thanked her as Declan touched the stone. Laying his hand there with eyes closed, he announces, "Lizzie, you will always be in our hearts..."

"Forever and ever, even from the start." I finish for him.

Regina quietly sighs. "Even through hard times of infinity..."

"In our hearts, it shall be both infinity and of all of eternity." Stella finishes her sentence.

"With her loves above..." Declan finalizes.

"Down on Earth, we give you all our, love." I secondary finalize.

And all at once, "'till we see you again, in our dreams, hearts, and lives." I may never know.

Abbey gave all of us those heart-warming looks, her smile all over her face. "That was beautiful."

I looked at her with a small smile, "we rehearsed." She laughed as the Cervettis chuckled along with her.

As the soft laughter drifted away, Declan rested a hand on my shoulder.  "We better get going.  I don't want my mansion being raided by reporters and stupid interviewers."  I chuckle as I hug him tightly, like he were my own father.

"Thank you."  I whisper faintly, but I feel on my shoulders that his lips formed a wide smile. 

"You're gonna be okay, kiddo.  If you want on what you planned further on, you'll be okay no matter what."  Our arms parted as I pecked his cheek, fatherly way.  "Thank you, again."

Then all of a sudden, Stella and Regina joined with the hugging, bringing me to their arms all at once.  Abbey's reaction is laughter aside.

Stella announced, "if you need help, besides Abbey or anybody, we'll always be available down in Siesta Keys, m'kay?"  Then Regina scoffed, "while they'll lecture me about taking over the rest of Cervetti Centralized."

My eyes widened as we tore the hug away, "Regina Francessca Cervetti, credited CEO and owner of Cervetti Centralized."

She laughs, "yep.  It had somehow gotten like that in a couple of weeks."  Shaking my head, I hug her.  "Good luck with that, auntie.  I do know you're going to do great."

She smiled as we let go of each other, "thank you, niece?"

"Yeah, niece."  I confirm as her smile grew wider.

Without any more words, the three left, heading to their protected vehicle.  On their way to the airport, on their way back to Siesta Keys.

Leaving Abbey and I standing before the grave, a man who awfully looked like Phil Coulson stood next to me.  Add sunglasses to that matter, the final touch for his outfit.  "Dr. Vale."  He greets me as I face him.  She was about to say something but I stopped her.

He wore black, a black suit for a funeral and importantly, an agent of some sort.  I greeted back, "whoever you are, I may have Ph.Ds for biochem and forensics but directing me like that isn't necessary."

"Uh..."  Abbey stood there beside me, dumbfounded and confused as 'he' removed his glasses.  And boy, was it a splitting image of Phil Coulson.  I became dumbstruck, too dumb to accidentally pronounce his name.  "Phil?"

Now he gave me a weird look for his response.  "What?  No!"

I took a step backwards, Abbey doing the same.  "Wait, then who are you and what have you done to Phil Coulson?!"  He starts laughing.  Laughing. 

"I get that a lot, especially from Director Fury of SHIELD, Ms. Vale."  He starts explaining as Abbey whispered in my ear, behind me.  "Amy, he knows Fury."

"You think I don't know that?"  I retort through gritted teeth.  Then I began walking towards him, "but-but you look just like him." I comment.

He shook his head, still chuckling.  "No, I don't really think so, but please let me explain."  I slowly nodded my head as he calms himself down from laughing too hard.  "I am Agent Clark Gregg of the CIA.  With the double 'g'."

I gasp, "you're Agent Gregg of the CIA?"  He literally looks exactly like Phil!!  I mean, I've never seen his face because we just communicated through the phone, but I definitely am not expecting for him him to look exactly like Phil Coulson!  "The agent investigating your mother and stepfather's death?"  Abbey asks, walking towards us more casually.  Yes, I told her about the CIA investigation...

"Yes, yes I am."  He confirms as both of us just stood there, staring at him blankly.

"What?  So what if I looked just like Agent Phil Coulson? After all, the CIA knows him very well and is a very well known operative affiliating with SHIELD."  He reasons, but I interrupt him there.  "Agent Gregg, Agent Coulson died in action during an ambush at the No. 22 helicarrier earlier this week."

Now he seemed dumbstruck.  "Oh.  Oh?!  Well, my condolences." He clears his throat, "same goes to your mother."

"And stepfather."  Abbey adds.  "And stepfather."  Agent Gregg agrees as I turn to face the grave once more.

All three of us stood before, it.  Gregg ruins the silence.  "I really and meaningfully am sorry for your losses."

"Its really unnecessary but thank you."  I say quietly as he sighs.

"Doc- Miss Vale, I watched the ceremony.  Both actually, but I am here for this."  He handed me an envelope.  I eyed the stationary as he adds, "your mother's will."

A will?  She wrote a will?  "A will."  I say rather more clueless but he nods his head.

"Yes.  Her lawyer and executioner informed us and handed us to deliver the document directly to you."  I just looked and eyed the thing.  "We were told that she, on her own, has drafted the will afterwards your father's death."

I immediately face him, "what?  Why?"

He shrugged, "that's what's the will's purpose is.  Information that she failed to inform you about."

Sighing, I slip the envelope in pocket.  "Thank you, Agent Gregg."

Agent Gregg smiles, an identical one like Phil's.  "Your welcome.  Remember, I will still inform you of findings and discoveries of the investigation.  I can promise you that."

Returning his smile, "thank you."

"'Till we meet again."  He says before he walks away, leaving Abbey and I alone.

Abbey scoffed, "wow, its like very organization is all over you now."

I roll my eyes, "Abbey, everything is sudden."

"I know that, its just..."  Sighing, I face her.  "I know.  But I guess everything changes entirely, every time, everyday." I state as she shrugs.

"Says the girl that fought aliens and does, you know."  I laugh as she continues retorting.  "What?  Hey, from now on, you're both a forensics anthropologist and ballistics scientist for the FBI and at night you're a field agent and a what, a hacktivist consultant?  And its for SHIELD."

I roll my eyes, "Abbey, I've decided to pursue double careers."

"I know.  I'm a criminal psychiatrist and a therapist excelling in a Ph.D of cognitive and behavioral psychology.  And guess what I do at night?"

Scoffing, "what is it?"

"I sleep, eat, drink, watch Netflix and probably party somewhere out there while you stay at Quantico, working.  Doing ballistics work or human analysis and toxicology.  But now?  Well, besides what I just said, you'll be kicking ass.  Again."

"Abbey, I won't be too busy where I will fail to see the world.  I probably be will or will not, but I don't know on what the future will have in store for me."  I reason as she chuckles.

"And that's what makes Amelia Vale.  Too stupid to realize on what's happening next when she's already doing it."  She's right.  I am too stupid.  Which reminds me, "oh yeah, how's Scott?"  I retort out of nowhere as she roll her eyes. Random but whatever.

"Don't you dare bring him to this.  Or else I will bring up--"

Until she was interrupted by a loud engine roaring out of nowhere.

We look around, our eyes searching for the source of the loud, engine roar. And we know just where it came from when our eyes landed on it.

The source is a familiar Harvey, with a masculine man with slick, blonde hair and aviators? Literally, aviator sunglasses.

As well as the significant khakis and brown, leather jacket. Oh my God...

Steven, you son of a--

"Whoa, who's that?" Abbey asks, eyeing Steve on his motorcycle.  With aviators.  Aviator sunglasses.

"Captain America."  I utterly answer as I start walking towards him.  Leaving Abbey enough time to recognize and familiarize with 'Captain America'.

Parking his motorcycle, he hopped out of the bike.  I kept walking towards him.

Stopping right in front of him, he removed the aviator sunglasses.  And lastly, he greeted me with a smile, revealing the same, yet beautiful, pearly whites.  I smirked.

"What do we have here, Rogers?"  I tease as he hang the sunglasses on the rim of his plaid shirt.

"Aviator sunglasses."  He simply replies, smirking back.  I respond by shaking my head unbelievably.  "I don't wike it."  Then he frowned, but I giggle, "I love it, Cap."  And that smile reappeared again.  "Besides, I do have a pair of aviators."

He scoffed, "'course you do." 

Then, we started leaning in, but Abbey ruined the moment.  "Hey!  Sure, I'm like yards away from you two but hate to ruin the moment with the fact that we are in a cemetery!"  She yelled over to our direction, I grunt in annoyance. 

Steve just laughed, "Abbey Myers in real life?"

I gave him a look of surprise, "you two met?"

He nods, still chuckling, "through a computer back at the 22.  While you were..."

"Yeah," but I am still not over the fact that those two actually talked, virtually or not, "technically I was ill."

He chuckled, "is she here?"

"She? I'm here, Abbey's here...". Until I realized he was referring to my deceased mother that was just buried, earlier. "Oh. You meant my mom."

He nods, "I have to pay my respects."

I smile sweetly at him, "she'd love that." Then I held his hand, "right this way, Captain."

Steve rolls his eyes as we start walking, "okay, call me 'Captain' one more time and I'll probably call you 'Doctor'."

"Doctor who?" I retort, smirking. He gave me an unamused look so I sighed in defeat, "alrighty then, Steve. I'll call you Stevie then."

Scoffing, "fine. I'll take it." He kissed me cheek softly and unexpectedly whilst walking to mom's grave, making me turn a light, Crimson. "At least it isn't worst as Tony's." He adds, snapping me back to reality from lovey dovey land.

My smile immediately is lopsided. "Exactly. Like Stevie Wonder."

"Who's that?"

Oh yeah. Wow, for three years he's not really adapting to the new era... "Um, a famous person, but let's talk about that later."

"All right." He replies as we finally stood before grave, and Abbey.

Abbey raised an eyebrow at us, until she saw Steve's face. Her face lit up. "God, that's what you meant by Captain America!" She says shockingly, with wide eyes the size of saucers. She paused for a while, until she finally recognized. "Wait... Its Captain America!!"

They shook hands, both smiling. "Dr. Abbey Myers, we meet again. And please, it Steve Rogers."

I then gave Abbey a weird look, "hold up, since when do I recall is everybody calling you 'doctor'?"

She giggles, "oh, when I was pissed about you being shot. And, you know the rest."

"But why?" I kept asking.

"Hey, I am credited with a doctorate for--" Cognitive and Behavioral Psychology, yeah, I get it.

"Fine, fine, yeah, I know. But, Dr. Myers?" I ask once again as Steve laughs. She rolls her eyes, "hey, the FBI calls you 'Dr. Vale'."

"But the institutes and hospitals you work for call you 'Dr. Myers'." I counter. She scoffs, "says the girl who's a forensics scientist with different roles so, your point?"  For once, I can't think straight so I got nothing.  Huh.

Steve just laughed and smiled at my side, shaking his head at Abbey's failed attempt of displaying professionalism whilst an introduction to herself.

Okay.  That's both of our immaturity's fault, but I just concluded anyway, "just forget it.  Can we just, you know, pay our respects?"  I mean, Steve's a, more-than-a-colleague-but-is-one person to me.  I guess you can call it that.

She sighs, "whatever you say, Doc.  How about I'll leave you and wonderboy alone for a while, okay?"  She winks as she walks away, making me turn a little pink.

My attention returned to mom, Steve held on to my hand.  Then, he reached for his leather jacket, revealing two roses:  a white and a red one.  I rose my eyebrows at how the roses don't seem 'crushed' inside that jacket, and also the fact that he bothered to, yeah.

He bent down and placed the white rose on my father's grave, as for the red is on my mother's, accompanying the aster bouquet I brought for her.

As Steve stood back up, I gave him a long kiss on his cheek as I leaned and clung to his arm.

He turned to face me as my lips parted from his face, taken by surprise.  My eyes looked back down at the two graves, my head rested on his shoulder.  "Thank you.  That was very thoughtful of you."

With his other hand, he cups my cheek.  Making me face him.

Without any more words, we leaned in and our lips connected to each other instantly.  Passion erupted, as sparks fly inside of me.

From him, I always get the feeling ever since.  And from knowing him, I guess he feels the same.

What's weird is that we did this in front of my newly-buried mother, a cemetery.

As we parted, my head rests on his chest.  He held my hand as we kept staring down at the gravestones.

"That was..." He says as a small smile curls at my lips.  "Amazing."

"Heh, you may say that."

Silence brewed for a while, but I decided to break it.  "I'm serious with all the 'thank you's I've had today, and honestly, yours was exceptional.  Aside from the Cervettis but that won't really matter now."

"I assume you got her the bouquet."  Our bodies are still connected.

"Aster flowers.  She loved them and always had them in our garden when I was young."  I say as a few memories popped in my head.  Gleeful memories that were remarkable and will never fly away from my mind.

"Kinda hope you notice the irony with the roses," Steve jokes as I chuckle quietly. 

"I see it."  Then with my mind, I gave the white rose resting atop my father's grave some frost.  "There, the last touch."

I feel him grinning, as his chin rests above my head due to his tall frame.  "Perfect."

"Mm-hmm."

We finally let go, then I blew a kiss at their graves, touching the stone.

"Hey Amelia, I think your code name should be 'Legacy'.  The Legacy of SHIELD."  The irony.  Again.

I scoff, "please, there's more of them out there." Hey, you'll never know. Plus, technically lots of people call me 'Legacy'. "Wait, serious?"

"Serious." He confirms. "The Legacy of Elizabeth Echard and Chris Vale."

I grinned at his 'labeling', I suppose that's how you could say that, but how he described it made my heart jump out of my chest. "You have no idea on how many times I've been referred to as 'Legacy'." I say.

Steve seemed unfazed, "oh yeah? Don't forget, I also came here for our date."

A what... Holy crap I totally, fucking forgot.

I literally face palmed my, forehead, and rubbed my temples.  I almost, yes almost, forgot!!  "Damn it!"  I inhale sharply, realization kicked my hard cranium.

Steve looked at me, all of a sudden concerned.  "Wait, what?"

I face him, "I almost forgot, Steve!  I'm so, so sor--"

"Hey! It's okay to let it slip your mind," he assures me, resting a sincere hand on my shoulder. Including that smile of his, decreasing my small panic, attack? Yeah, I panicked of forgetting something important through the series of turn of events.

I sigh, "no it's not okay.  My mind was busy with funeral and upcoming FBI paperwork and--"

Steve held my hands and kissed them softly.  "It's all right.  This 'date' can have another rain check."  Ha, no way...  No way am I bringing down this date. I can sense him frowning slightly, making my heart tear itself a piece of. Churning my stomach.

Scoffing, "Stevie Wonder, a rain check won't really be necessary."  I state as I start calming down, "let's have this date.  Shall we?"

He nodded his head, smiling and kissed my forehead.  Tall people.... "But I believe I need your mother's blessing.  And father's.  Especially the father."

Cute.  I roll my eyes, "Stevie, I'm twenty-six.  Besides, I think they approve because of the lovely roses."

Pausing for a while, then he shrugs.  "Very well then.  Shall we?"  Steve offered his arm like a pure gentlemen.  I slightly curtsied like a proper lady, gladly accepting his offer.  "Gladly, Captain Rogers."

Chuckling, we headed to his Harvey. "Dr. Vale, have you ever ridden a motorcycle before?"  He asks teasingly.
My shoes crunched against the green, dewy grass as we approach his bike.

I faced his Harvey, he handed me a helmet. Slowly shaking my head, gave him a sheepish smile, "surprisingly, no.  But I can ride a normal bike, though."

He laughed at my small joke, "honestly, not really a surprise."

I purse my lips, "thanks."

Chuckling, he hopped on like a pro. Well, there's no really idea on how to describe it, but I followed his action.

"Hold on." He reminded as my arms wrap around his masculine torso. Damn... I felt him tense up a little, but I rest my head on his back. "Hey, it's not like I'll attack you with a pocket knife from behind." I tease him, him beginning to feel much relaxed after my joke.

"I hope not." He retorts as I laugh. Steve adds, "but seriously though, hold on. Tight."

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TIME FOR AN AUTHOR'S NOTE.

I REALIZED THAT THE CONGRESSIONAL CEMETERY IS FOR PEOPLE THAT WERE DECEASED WAY WAY BACK SO LET'S JUST THINK THAT THE CONGRESSIONAL CEMETERY HERE IS FICTIONAL OKAY?

OH YEAH... A DATE.

ONTO THE NEXT ONE.

~ACOUSTIC QUIVER