A tall man in his late 40's steps into the room. He extends his hand to me, and helps me up. He walks me out, and I try to run to my room.

"Tony was right, Cap. She is just grieving." He says.

He lets my hand go, and I run to my room. I slam the door and lock it. I sit in the corner and start crying. I quietly weep until the door opens. I bury my head in my knees and continue weeping. Why should I go on? She won't be there anymore. The sun is up, and its light floods my room. Is there even a point to continue living? I can feel someone's hand on my shoulder.

"Cassie, we're going to be okay." He says. He actually cares.

I look up, and nod. How much longer until I join her? Should I try to reach her sooner? Is life even worth living anymore? Should I even try to continue my life? I stare at the wall with a blank expression. Tony's arm is around me, as an attempt to calm me down.

I continue staring at the wall, my face unreadable. I am not zoned out. I am thinking. I get up, and climb into the bed. Maybe just one more nap and she'll return. If not, should I just throw myself off the balcony? Maybe shoot myself in the heart? I close my eyes, and drift off to sleep.

The figure that stands before us on the stairs has caramel hair, and wears the SHIELD patch my mother and I absolutely dread. He carries a bow, and has a quiver on his back.

"You two need to get to the subway. It isn't safe for a child in this place. New York is a war zone right now." He says.

She nods, and pulls me down the stairs as he goes up. I watch the Flag Man again. He's on the ground with a female redhead in black leather. She carries guns. They are talking, but it isn't audible to me.

I wake up, and get out of bed. I feel way better than I did. I guess I should just accept that she is dead. I need to move on before I kill myself out of grief. I change into some new clothes, and walk out of the room. I must've slept for a while, because it's just now noon.

"Look who woke up." Tony says. I nod, and grab a Pop Tart.

"Feeling better?" Steve asks. I just nod again, and put the Pop Tart in the toaster.

"Can you say something, or are you just a mute?" Tony asks.

"I'm exhausted, and my brain hurts from all of that psychological stuff that I was doing while grieving." I comment.

"I told you she would be okay." Tony tells Steve.

"Well, sorry for being worried about your daughter's wellbeing." He answers sarcastically.

The Pop Tart pops out of the toaster, and I start eating it. In about a minute, the Pop Tart is gone. They seem so surprised that I ate it that fast. I start to leave, but then Tony grabs my shoulder.

"You need to be in the training room in five minutes." He says. I shrug, and keep walking.

I close the door, and flop onto the firm mattress. When I lay down, I feel metal against my neck. It's a necklace, and probably has a tracker in it. I reach for my iPhone, and put in my earbuds. Then, I start playing some music.

"Oh, maybe you'll learn this when I'm gone." I sing along, "My song will carry on." I get up, and open the window.

"Good girls don't make history." I repeat. I unclasp the necklace, and drop it from the window. I close the window.

I need closure. I grab my backpack. I run down the stairs and sneak out of the front door. I run to the hospital, and sneak through the halls. I find the door labeled morgue. It smells like rotting flesh, but I can deal with that. I stare at the bodies, looking for my mother. I start opening the doors. Then, I find her.

Her eyes are rolled back in her head, and her mouth is open in a scream. Her facial expression is pained, and her body is freezing cold. Her skin is pale, like something drained the life from her body.

I place my hand over her heart, and it's like it has frozen. It isn't beating, but that makes sense. She's dead. She died because of me. No, she died because of Stark. I put her body back, and run outside. I run away from the tower. I run away from Stark. He can't stop me, not now, not ever.

I leap across rooftops, and find the old warehouse. This is my new home.