As I walked out of the palace to meet T'Challa, I saw the quinjet landing. T'Challa looked over at me as I walked up.

"Your hair," he said simply. I sighed and nodded.

"It was time for a change," I told him. "I'm a different person." He nodded and looked back at the quinjet as the three Avengers made their way down the ramp. I could barely look before I was swept off my feet. Literally. Pietro spun me around as he hugged.

"Oh my god," he said. "Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god, oh my god." I laughed.

"It's okay, mijn liefde," I told him. "It's okay. I'm here."

"И миссед yоу. И лове yоу. Плеасе дон'т леаве ме агаин." I chuckled and pressed my lips to his. When I pulled away, he buried his face in my neck, and I smiled happily, running my hands through his hair. He finally let me go, and I walked over to Steve, hugging him tightly.

"It's good to see you, Chris," he said. I chuckled and nodded.

"You too." I walked over to Wanda, who was on the verge of tears, and she hugged me tightly as well.

"God, I missed you, литтле раннер," she whispered. I chuckled.

"I missed you too, kleine heks." She laughed and let me go, and I looked between the three of them. "God, all three of you look like your about to cry, and I can't even shed a tear." Steve laughed.

"At least we know you still have your sense of humor." I grinned and nodded. T'Challa walked over, smiling.

"Shall we go inside?" he asked. Steve and Wanda nodded, but Pietro shook his head.

"No, not yet," he said quietly. "There's something I need to do first." He looked at me, and I glanced around, catching a glimpse of Wanda grinning, but when I looked back at Pietro, he was down on one knee. I gasped.

"Christine Mila Garrison, or Stark, or Barnes, it doesn't matter. You're Chris, regardless of who your family is. The first time we met, you helped me get my sister away from Hydra, even though your mission was to stop us. I think that was the first time I fell in love with you, even if I didn't know Wanda would ask me to bring you with us when we left. You've been through hell and back since then, and I don't want you to ever have to go through it alone again." He pulled a small black box out of his jacket pocket and opened it to reveal a gorgeous sapphire ring. "So Chris...will you marry me?" I blinked rapidly, in awe of the sight before me, before nodding.

"Yes," I said quietly. "Oh mijn god, ja! Ik hou zoveel van je, Pietro!" He stood up and kissed me sweetly, slipping the ring onto my finger. I looked down at it, then back up at him.

"To the end?" I asked. He smiled and nodded.

"To the end."

Translations:

~mijn liefde - my love

~И миссед yоу. И лове yоу. Плеасе дон'т леаве ме агаин. - I missed you. I love you. Please don't leave me again.

~литтле раннер - little runner

~Oh mijn god, ja! Ik hou zoveel van je, Pietro! - Oh my god, yes! I love you so much, Pietro!