Standing on the helipad, closing my eyes, "I need to talk to you." I mumbled, feeling a cold gust of wind pass and her presence behind me.

"You called me." She replied as I opened my eyes and looked at her, "About what Neron said earlier. Is it true? Is Abel here? How? Did he die? What about his family? How did he end up here like me? How did I end up here?" I asked as she placed her hands on both my shoulders and gently caressed them.

Exhaling a breath, "One question at a time child." She stated, "We both live in different universe, different dimensions. After you die, your soul got transported here in this universe. Travelled through the astral dimension, where the soul exists apart from the body. You were meant to be here. To play a part. To play a big role to them." She added.

"But how did Abel or... or Neron know who Abel was? And my name... How... It's just... I'm so confused." I muttered, taking a step back and running my hand through my hair.

"Did Abel die?" I asked, "You were the only one who entered this universe from a different universe." She responded, "Then how did Neron know who Abel was or my name?" I asked, confusingly.

"I can't answer that question for now. But some of the events already changed the moment you entered this universe." She replied, "Obviously." I mumbled.

"So you mean to say Iron Man 3..." pausing as she looked at me confusingly, clearing my throat, "I mean the extremis? Terrorist attack?" I asked, "Will it happen?" I continued, "What about Thor..." gasping as I remembered what would happen.

"Dark Elves. Thor and Loki. Aether." I mumbled, "The Aether is in the good hands. It is safe." She replied, "So you mean to say... wait up. So the dark elves won't attack Asgard?" I inquired.

"Things in the future have already changed, Rivia." She stated as I looked at her, "Then what will happen?" I asked as she rested a hand on my face, "You'll see child." She replied.

"Will you please stop answering in riddles and tell me the truth." I said, looking directly into her eyes, "It's only a riddle if you don't know the answer, Rivia." She replied as I exhaled a breath. Looking at the horizon, different emotions and thoughts swirled in my mind.

"How is Stephen?" I asked as she took a step back and chuckled, "Pompous but intelligent. He's fueled by arrogance, ambition, and stubbornness." She replied as I giggled.

"Then I have to find and save Bucky. And Peter." I remarked, "Don't rush things. Take one step at a time." she countered, as I heaved a sigh and nodded my head.

"You'll meet them soon. Don't worry." She added and left. Grabbing my phone as I dialed Tony's number, he immediately answered after two rings, "Hey, bunny." He greeted as I chuckled.

"What's with these names?" I teased, hearing him laugh, "It's called endearment, love." He answered as I smiled. "Well I appreciate it, but I would prefer you to call me by my name." I politely requested as I heard him scoff.

"Nope. Your name is beautiful as you are. But I also prefer to call you bunny or darling." He remarked, shaking my head hearing his answer, "Suit yourself then, Mr. Stark." I replied.

"Anything you need, Mrs. Stark?" He asked, "Oh, I have to go somewhere, be right back later. Just to call you. I know how you overreact and the others if I don't tell you where I'll go." I stated, hearing him chuckled at the other end.

"Okay, marshmallow. Be careful. I'll tell the others. See you later." He answered as I nodded my head, "Will do, Tonton." I teased, hearing him scoff, smiling as we said our goodbyes and ended the call.

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Walking around the park, the large space was filled with children full of screaming, laughing, and playing, spending their day on the many swings, seesaws, slides, and roundabouts the park offers.

Greenery everywhere, different types of trees and plants can be seen. Beautiful flowers who seem to captivate everyone by its fragrance. Monuments and fountains are present to enhance the beauty of the park.

Old people can be seen jogging and exercising, some with their family and friends to spend time or just simply sit and relax with them at the park.

Sitting on a bench, easing my feet from walking, exhaling a deep breath as I inhaled some fresh air. Leaning my back and closing my eyes. Waves of memories swept my mind, remembering and missing every moment I had with my parents. Every laughter and conversation we had. All stored and kept preciously in the back of my mind.

How Ma would dress so beautifully, donning her favorite pastel blue dress with such elegance making her fair skin look more radiant, her jet black hair - a gorgeous, deep color which reflects light well. Her heart-shaped face, round brown eyes, button nose, and pink full lips - a very similar feature she got from Nanay. And how kind, nurturing, and caring she is.

Da with his simple pair of faded denim shorts, white plain shirt, black hat and a pair of converse. A pair of sunglasses resting on his nose and carrying a picnic basket on his left hand while intertwining his other hand to Ma. A handsome man with pale almost white skin color, his curly brunette hair sticking out of his hat, grey hooded eyes, nose similar to Greeks, bow-shaped lips, and chiselled jawline. Him being tall which always towers Ma's height - how cute their height difference is.

And Claude wearing a pair of beige pants, navy blue shirt, and a pair of white sneakers. His hand around my shoulder as he teases and annoys the hell out of me. How his round grey eyes disappear every time he laughs, his bow-shaped lips stretching as he smirks telling me jokes. Missing how attentive and protective he is - God, how I miss them very much.

Biting my lips, feeling them tremble as memories of them keep flooding through my mind. Inhaling a deep shaky breath and slowly exhaling.

I miss you so much. Ma. Da. Claude.

Opening my eyes, looking at the sky above. How the clouds move as the wind carries it creating different shapes. Birds chirping and flying freely.

I hope the three of you are doing fine up there. Happy and free of any harm.

Smiling as a tear slid down my cheeks. Wiping it immediately as I exhaled a breath. Feeling a gush of wind passed. I chuckled and ran a hand through my hair.

Don't worry. I'm fine.

As I watch the children happily playing, smiling as I remember my younger self playing to my hearts content whenever we visit the park or when we go out to have some picnic.

"Mind if I sit here, young lady?" my thoughts were interrupted, a man asked, wearing a pair of brown pants, red checkered shirt covered with brown coat. A noticeable wrinkle can be seen on his face, his brown hair with streaks of white strands. Hazel almond eyes and thin lips, giving me a warm smile.

"I hope I didn't disturb any of your moment." He added. Smiling as I moved giving him enough space to sit on the bench, "No, kind sir. You didn't." I replied, earning a soft laugh from him.

"You seem to be deep in thought. So serious. You should relax and ease some tension." He started as I smiled. "I just remembered someone." I said and looked at the ground.

"Oh, then that someone must be very important to you." He answered as I nodded my head. "They indeed are very, very important to me." I said.

"You know someone said to me that it's better to share your thoughts or problems to strangers because they never know who you are and you'll only meet them once." He started as I looked at him. A smile plastered on his face as he happily stared at the children.

A minute of silence settled between us, "Children are blessings even though they completely annoy the hell out of you." He added in which I laughed, "My wife and I unfortunately did not receive such blessings. But I guess everything happens for a reason. My brother and his wife passed away, leaving their only son to us." He stated, sadness and longing in his voice.

"With us being his only family left, we took care of him." He said, a smile slowly coming back on his face, "Curious and smart boy." He added, pride in his voice, "A spitting image of his father, my brother. Even though I can see him smile and saying he's okay, his eyes never lie." He continued and looked at me, our eyes locked.

"Very similar to yours. Your eyes screaming how you miss them, terribly." He said, giving me a gentle smile. Averting my eyes away as my eyes start to sting, feeling a rush of sadness flood in my heart.

"I'm scared." I muttered softly, "Fear is an illness. If you catch it and leave it untreated, it can consume you." he replied, "If you can face and conquer your fear, nothing is going to stop you." He added.

"I don't know what to do. I'm scared I'm going to hurt them. I'm scared to fail and disappoint them. To be a burden to them." I said and exhaled a breath, "If they truly love you, care for you, they won't think of such things. They won't think of you in such a way." He answered.

"Each one of us has our own fear. And it's up to us how we handle and face it. We each have strength and power to overcome it." He added, smiled and stood up. Fixing his coat and gently patting my shoulder.

"I always say this to my nephew. With great power comes responsibility. Be strong, sweetling. I know you are." He finished and walked away. Leaving me behind as I process what he said.

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Thank you for patiently waiting the update. Recently I have been really busy. Semester just started and the professors already bombarded us with projects. Anyway, take care and hope everyone enjoys it.

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