Hi everyone, well, this is it, the end of the line. I have loved being on the journey with you all.

I loved reading all of your reviews for my very first fanfic. But this is where this story must end.

I have had a lot of trouble closing the doors with this one. But in the end, this is how I was guided to write it.

So without further ado.

Disclaimer: None of this belongs to me other than the plot. Everything else belongs to Marvel and Stephanie Meyers.


BPOV

"Come in," I said, knowing it was Jasper at the door. He walked in, looked around before the confusion settled on my brothers face.

"Where is Clint? I was hoping I could talk to both of you quickly before you left." Jasper asked. I just shrugged.

"I don't know; He left his phone here, so I can't call him, so I'm just going to have to hope he meets up with me soon. Or even at the Hotel." I said.

His phone went off as he was about to answer me. I could see it on his face.

"Sorry, I have to make a call. But I'm sure everything will be fine. I'll send in the girls to help you get ready." Jasper said, smiling. I wanted to slap him.

I had already gotten ready. I just needed to get in the car and leave.

I was hoping that Clint would join me. But, instead, I couldn't help the feeling of dread that came over me even before I realised that my husband was missing the sense that a cage was rattling inside the recesses of my mind.

Something felt wrong. I carried on though went to the Hotel; Clint and I did have plans tonight; we meant to meet up with several world leaders tonight to talk about the multiple agreements that these countries have with the Vampire race. These meetings always seemed very tense, the leaders fearful but cocky, still thinking that they had the upper hand when it was all a ruse to make the human's think they had the control when in all matter of fact, they had no power at all. As I made it to the Hotel, the feeling in my mind solidified, and the demon that I now knew was there was all but ready to go in guns blazing, making me a bath of the world leaders blood. I had caught a glimpse of the restaurant that the meeting was, and there he was. My husband was held by the ones I knew to be the Romanians; I had thought that the Volturi were all good with them now; clearly, I was wrong. I don't know what changed or when, but I felt a snap before I seemed to blackout; when I was allowed to come back, I was being held and asked to calm down by my brother, there was blood surrounding me, I looked around for Clint. On the ground next to the shredded Romanians, Char and Rosalie next to him, I saw him with my grandparents. I felt Jasper pull me closer to his chest, and Jane was next to me, trying to help him calm me. I barely heard their cooing. I was watching as Athenodora stood and came over to me, smiling.

"Isabella, Clint is fine; I know you want to go to him, so go," Athenodora said to me, pulling me from my brother's grip; as I nodded towards her, I walked over to my husband, feeling the growl that left my throat at all that surrounded him, wanting them to go. Once I made sure that they had all moved, I placed my shield around us and made us disappear from their view. Then, helping him up, we made our way towards the car and back towards our home. Once we arrived, I helped him move towards our bed and tended to his still wounds.

"What happened? You just vanished. What did the Romanians do to you?" I asked him.

"I have no idea; I came in to start getting ready for the meeting tonight and injected with something; it made me feel like I was human once again. Honestly, I wouldn't say I liked it; the feeling of being a weak human again was not something that I appreciated. But, I felt moved, saw that I had gotten to the restaurant, the Romanians had a deal with the humans to get rid of you and me, so they would no longer have to answer to the Volturi. They wanted me to work for them in bringing down our family. I laughed at them, telling them to go fuck themselves." Clint just laughed. He was slowly starting to smell like his usual self, like the Vampire that he was; I knew that when I walked into the restaurant, I could immediately tell that his scent was off like it had gotten tampered with; Now, I knew that it had been.

"I saw some of what you did, well, through blurry human vision anyway. Thank you for trying to save me, I have to admit, though. I think I would rather disappear for a while. Maybe change our identity's." Clint said I had to laugh, as good as that sounded.

"As good as that sounds, and as much as I would love to. We knew when we started doing this for our family what it would entail. What the risks would be." I said to him as I snuggled into him.

"We haven't had many problems, nothing like tonight, but we have had our issues, just like in any liaison position. So the question is, do we want to continue? or do we want to go off and do our own thing and leave our family to issue new Government liaison's?" He asked.

Clint just left me to think after that. Then, an hour later, we heard our family coming down the driveway; I briefly considered placing us under my shield but decided against it; Dora was the first through the door, smiling when she saw us.

"Somehow, I just knew you would both be here. You're looking much better, Clint." Dora said, smiling as she walked over to us, coming to give us both a hug, before sitting down beside me.

"Thanks, I am feeling better now, back to my old undead self; it took enough time to come right through. Have you or any of the Volturi ever heard of anything that can get used on us that would turn you human? Just without the heartbeat, that is." Clint asked her as I heard my grandfather come inside.

"No, there has never been anything like that to our knowledge. But now we know that there is something with the potential, we will be searching high and low for it. To have something like that could be very dangerous, but it also has the potential to do great good." Caius said as he also sat down next to Dora.

"We were able to get some information from the lone survivor; one of the human officials you were to meet tonight hired some nomads to kill you both, thinking that would get rid of the Vampires. But, unfortunately, someone had let it slip that if you were both killed, all Vampires would also perish. I find this absurd. Where do people get these ridiculous ideas?" Caius said to us, fuming, I found it a little on the humorous side, but I knew better than to laugh when he was like this.

"Bella and I were talking. Is it possible to get someone to replace us for a while? We want some time to ourselves, this isn't the first time we have been threatened like this since we started this, but it is the first time one of us has gotten changed back partially human. We don't know exactly how long, but just a while." Clint asked my grandparents.

"Of course. I was going to see if the Major and Jane would take over for a while." Caius said, smiling. Clint got up off the couch immediately, picking me up and running out the front door. Yelling thanks and goodbye behind him.

All I heard from behind us were the shouts from our family to keep in touch.

Considering most of our family Clint and I were rather young and still hadn't had a chance to explore the world we lived in outside of work. He and I spent a decade just wondering before we got in touch with anyone vocally; we explored all of the places that we always wanted to go on vacation as humans. It was a while before we came down to reality once again and decided that we needed to do something, so Clint and I started to plan to re-create S.H.I.E.L.D once again, but make it right, re-create it the way that it meant to be from the very beginning. No matter how long it took to do it.

It had been nearly two hundred years since Jasper and Jane took over the liaison position from Clint and me. If I was honest, they were made for it; they knew what it was like to be in a war, could get through to the humans a lot easier than Clint and I seemed to, and to be honest, I loved that they had accepted the position.

We found that he had gotten altered after what happened to him; he could turn himself human at will; it was handy when the governments wanted to test him to make sure he was human to start the human agency. Even though it would be for anyone, we talked and decided it would be easier to hire Vampires to work nights and the long missions that would leave a human exhausted and sleep-deprived. In return, they would get half the pay a human would receive and two blood bags that would get donated to that particular Vampire as thanks for a job well done, especially since we didn't need the money at all.

Once the agency got established, Clint and I searched for someone to run the agency similar to the way it used to be run, before all of the corruption.

We spent months searching but finally came across the descendant of Steve Rogers and made him an offer. Funnily enough, his name was also Steve, and he could have been the original's doppelganger.

Everything felt like it was falling into place; we had our lives back on track. We had everyone we needed for the agency, there was only one that we were missing, and no matter where we looked, we could not find another that was anywhere as good as what my Clint had been. We had my uncle's descendant, as well as Steve, Bruce's descendant also. Clint was lucky enough to meet up with Thor once again, and convince him that he was the real Clint that he had once known, and convinced him to come and talk with me about joining back up with the new avengers. It took a lot of convincing, but finally, he agreed. Once Thor was on board, it was only a matter of time, I knew, until Clint would also join the team again.

Whatever made my mate happy.

My grandparents asked us to help them set up a Volturi headquarters here in the USA to find someone to rule the west, as it were, and I was happy to do that for them. They already had someone in mind when they ask for help; if I was honest, I didn't care who it was, as long as the person could do the job competently, and try not to embarrass the Volturi, as that is who they will be representing.

I couldn't help but feel angry; the new ruler for the West would be wrong for the job and rule the name that Volturi had built all these millennia. So much so that I ended up calling my grandfather and going mad at him for choosing someone that was entirely inadequate for the job. I was starting to wonder about the sanity of my grandfather and his brothers.

"Isabella, please calm down; we were all hoping to surprise you and Clinton. But we all would like you both to become the rulers of the west, as we know that you can be trusted to administer justice as it is needed and when it is needed. If this is something that either of you does not wish, all you need to do is let us know." Aro said to me over the line.

"Clint has just joined back up with the new avengers; I don't think he will be ruling anything. But I will talk to him. Or you can call him yourselves and ask him." I said to him. I was mentally exhausted, just trying to get all of this done for them.

"We have, dear. Clinton let us know that it was down to you. We would, of course, help you both in the beginning, help you learn about all our rules and such." Aro said to me. I could only nod my head.

"Okay, if this is what he wants, then fine. We will do it." I said, not bothering to wait for a reply. I couldn't help but smile. I could rip down all of what I had done already and re-design it all. So that's what I did.

It took a few weeks to order everything that I wanted and that Clint had wished to have. Grandfather and grandmother both came over to help us celebrate the introduction to the western world the new rulers of the west. I had informed all the invited covens that we will be working on behalf of the Volturi. Following the same rules and administering justice and punishment to all those who had broken the law. We had already gotten together a guard before the announcement had gotten made. They were all currently smiling away from what I could see.

I had never given much thought to how I would die, but I knew that given half a chance, I would have never wanted to be anywhere or anything else other than who I am.

I could never have thought about loving another after Edward until I had found my Clint.

I remember my mother telling me not to worry as everything would come up roses eventually, and not worry about smelling the fertiliser, as life sometimes sticks.

Looking around, I couldn't be happier than I was right now.


Thank you so much for your continued support.

Annabella xoxo