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His Inheritance ~ Chapter 24

Part 24: Revelations

Series Masterlist

Words: 4.2k

Pairing: Mobster Steve Rogers x Mobster daughter reader

Warnings: References to mob crime families, activities, domestic violence, and infidelity. Graphic violence, threats, and intimidation. This is a dark fic. Please read responsibly.

Disclaimer: The author of this work claims no ownership of characters aside from the reader, and original secondary characters mentioned. This work is not intended for those under the age of 18 due to explicit sexual content and darker themes. By reading this work or any works on my blog (jtargaryen18), you agree that you are at least 18 years of age. I do not consent to have my work hosted on any third party app or site. If you are seeing this fanfiction anywhere but archiveofourown and tumblr, it has been reposted without my permission.

Summary: For @alexakeyloveloki. Your father is the head of one of the most powerful crime families in Boston but he’s protected you from that life. In your quiet home outside the city, you’ve been cared for and protected. When the desires of a more powerful man with the will to dominate bursts into your life, all your illusions are shattered as he comes to claim what is his.

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The soldier that greeted them on arrival was one of Steve’s. They all were. But many of them had worked for Banner for a few years now and he didn’t see them often. Bruce was always called to his house.

Whoever the guard was didn’t have the best poker face. Maybe the concern that he didn’t conceal before Steve saw it was because Clint was there at Bruce Banner’s home. Maybe it was because it was a rare occasion that even brought Steve there to begin with.

A nagging voice in the back of his mind whispered maybe that was part of the problem.

“Can I help you, sir?” the man asked when Steve powered his window down.

Steve nodded. “I’m here to see my sister.”

The man nodded, hesitated.

“Is there a problem?” Steve wanted to know.

“No, sir.”

Clint parked the Jeep right there in front of the manor, shut off the engine.

“What’re you doing?” Dyson grumbled from the front passenger seat.

“I’m going,” Clint to told them in no uncertain terms.

Something was very off. Steve felt it in his gut. His gaze met Clint’s in the rearview mirror. He nodded his approval. Dyson’s deep sigh was his only answer to that.

The three of them climbed out of the Jeep, made their way to the front door of Banner’s home. Another soldier greeted them, looking as concerned as the first.

A familiar maid approached them from within the house. The older lady’s red hair was a shade lighter than Nat’s, her pale hands wringing in front of her. Her gaze was locked on Steve, and she motioned for him to follow.

“Let’s me and you stay here,” Dyson said meaningfully to Clint.

Steve nodded his agreement before following the maid into the house. When she passed the door of the bedroom his sister shared with her husband, Steve paused. The maid didn’t stop, leading him instead to a guest room in another wing.

His anxiety rose when the woman opened the door and led him in. What was Nat doing in there?

She left Steve standing in that bedroom as she dashed to the bathroom door. He heard his sister’s murmured voice, the sound of splashing water. It sounded like Nat had been taking a bath.

His heart sped up to see the maid walking his sister out of the bathroom, looking small in that dark green bathrobe. Nat was slumped into the woman’s side, her gait unsteady.

What the fuck had Banner done?

The woman helped Nat take a seat on the end of the bed. When she moved to get comfortable, the part in the robe showed him a deep, ugly bruise on her thigh. Smaller bruises decorated her calf, the pattern suggested someone had grabbed that leg hard.

His fists clenched in the pockets of his overcoat.

His sister didn’t immediately notice him. When she did, her green eyes widened in fear. Tears pooled there and her lower lips trembled as she whispered, “Steve, I’m sorry.”

Steve’s heart cracked as he joined her on the bed, pulling her against him. His sister’s arms slid around him, and she burrowed into him, the tears coming on. He held her, cursing himself to hell and back for not coming sooner.

“Hey,” he said after a few minutes.

There were no marks on her face, and it was telling. Pattern abusers tended to hide their handiwork. The way she moved. Pain.

“I fought with him,” she whispered. “I shouldn’t have kept it going… I shouldn’t have…”

She was shaking her head, her body was shaking just talking about it, and Steve stopped her with a hand on her cheek.

“It’s okay,” he promised her, battling back the storm of guilt and anger building inside his chest. “Everything is going to be fine.”

“I’m so sorry,” she said again. “I didn’t mean…”

To her maid, Steve said, “Can we get her dressed? Something comfortable and warm.”

Nat shook her head, fear in her face. “I can’t. I—”

“You can’t walk out of here in your bathrobe,” he said gently. “You’re coming home with me.”

The maid’s expression was approval, and she sprang into motion, finding a pair of flannel pajamas. When he got up so the maid could help her get dressed, Nat grabbed his arm. Panic lit up her eyes.

“I’m not leaving you,” he promised her. And he didn’t. He stayed there in the room with his back turned, pulling out his phone to find a text from Dyson.

Dyson: She ok, boss?

Steve couldn’t even type right now. His hands were shaking. It was all he could do to stay calm, but he could do it for his sister. He could keep control until he got her home, ensured she was safe.

When the maid let him know she was dressed, he turned to find Nat wearing the pajamas beneath the coat. Thick socks and bed slippers covered her feet.

Steve shook his head. While nothing appeared to be broken, it would be easy to assume that her injuries weren’t as bad as that other incident, Nat seemed frail, defeated. That more than anything tore at his heart. The maid eased her forward a step, but Steve shook his head.

Scooping her up, Steve carried his sister out of the room, back for the front door. Anger at himself for not paying more attention preyed on his mind as he made his way through the house. He’d been so focused on taking the lead he’d lost track of everything else. Even his own family.

Why hadn’t he listened to Dyson? To his wife?

Steve didn’t know yet just how far Banner had gone. He just knew he’d fucking deal with the bastard.

If his wife didn’t get to him first.

“Oh, God,” Clint whispered when Steve reached him and Dyson. So much emotion flashed in his man’s blue eyes when his gaze landed on Nat.

Dyson’s gaze mirrored the anger Steve felt. “Let’s go.”

With no interference from the men guarding Banner’s house, Steve carried her out into the cold Boston morning.

“Steve, thank you,” she whispered, and the words nearly broke him.

“Hush,” he soothed her. “We’re going to take care of you.”

“He’s so angry,” she went on as Clint pulled open the door.

“So am I,” Steve assured her.

Clint helped Steve get Nat in the back of the Jeep, his heart in his eyes as he took in the broken figure of the woman he loved. It had Steve feeling like an even bigger asshole. The man loved his sister. The way he handled her like she as precious was all Steve saw. The hope Clint’s presence put on Nat’s face nearly brought him to tears.

“Stay back here with her,” Steve bid him.

Nat curled around Clint in the back of the Jeep as Steve shut the door, taking shotgun. Dyson had already climbed into the driver’s seat. He gripped the steering wheel so tightly his knuckles were white.

“Get us home,” Steve ordered, nearly choking on his rage as Dyson started the Jeep.

***

You had just taken Yelena’s tray back to the kitchen when you heard the commotion. Yelling.

What was this?

Steve had taken Dyson and Clint to go check on Nat and you’d been waiting for them to return. You were hoping Nat was okay and that whatever infamous fight she’d had with her husband hadn’t resulted in her being hurt or…

You could make out an angry male voice towards the front of house. You didn’t think it was Steve and you braced yourself. Was Steve upset with Nat? Had trouble started?

Luca had gone on a grocery run so the kitchen was empty. With a sigh, you set the tray down on the counter and headed in that direction to see what was going on.

The person yelling in your living room was not who you expected. Bruce Banner’s expression was pure rage and color darkened his face. Neal stood in front of him speaking but so quietly you couldn’t make out what he was saying.

“No!” Bruce shouted. “The fucker is on his way here with my wife, right? I’m waiting right fucking here.”

You didn’t know if your husband or Clint was the fucker in question, but one hell of a fight was brewing. You didn’t trust Neal any further than you could throw him.

You’d taken exactly one step in that direction when someone else stepped in your path. Scott held up a hand to pause you.

“Mrs. Rogers, it might be best if you went back upstairs. Stay with Belova,” he said carefully. “It might get ugly down here.”

Scott was a good man and you trusted him. But no way you were sitting this one out.

“I’m sure it would,” you told him. “But no, I’m not doing that.”

The soldier sighed deeply. “Yeah, I didn’t think you would. Just… stay behind me, okay?”

You nodded, following Scott into the living room where Banner looked ready to implode at any moment. When his gaze moved past Neal to you, Steve’s other soldier spun around to see you coming. Neal rolled his eyes.

“Mrs. Rogers, you got no business being here,” Neal said curtly.

“My brother-in-law is here,” you were equally short. “I think I do.”

To Bruce you asked, “What’s going on?”

“What’s going on?” Bruce was incredulous. “Your fucking husband just showed up at my house, with Clint fucking Barton, and took my wife while I was gone. Took her right the fuck out of there. He had no right. No right!”

Neal stepped away, pulling out his phone and typing furiously. You darted around Scott and took Neal’s place in front of Banner. Scott stayed close.

“That doesn’t sound like something Steve would do.” It really didn’t. “Not without cause.”

“Cause?” Banner ranted. “Let’s talk about cause. My wife, his sister, is making a fucking fool out of me! With Barton. Everyone knows that. We ended up in a fight. It’s between us. Our fight. Our marriage.”

You held his gaze, staring him down. The anger he displayed on the surface was just a mask you realized, a façade to hide his insecurities, his hurt. His cowardice.

“That’s why you fought?” you asked.

“Isn’t that what I just said?” Bruce asked loudly.

“He’s on his way back here,” Neal announced, reading his phone.

“He fucking well better be,” Banner muttered. “And my wife better be with him. He needs to explain himself. He had no right.”

“Didn’t he?” you asked, studying him. “Steve is your boss. He doesn’t owe you an explanation for anything. And Nat is his sister, his blood. He has a right to be concerned about her welfare.”

“Oh, she’s well,” he went on. “Well enough to step out on me. In my own fucking house. In my own fucking bed! Do you know how bad that looks for someone in my position? And everyone has a problem with me?”

“You’re very defensive right now,” you pointed out.

“You fucking would be too,” Bruce told you angrily. “You will be. Once the newness wears off, Steve will do it to you too. Then you come back here and fucking lecture me about being defensive!”

“We’ll see.” You were going to react to that. It might have been a fear you harbored but you weren’t about to give him that. “I know that’s what your girlfriend and her sister would like to believe.”

The shock that you brought that up faded from his expression fast. More color seeped up from his collar.

“If Nat had been my loyal, loving wife,” Bruce bit out, “I wouldn’t ever have given Paulina a second glance. I’m not like that. I’m not like your husband. That’s what makes this so goddamn funny. He has a lot of nerve jumping into my business when he’s just like his sister. Disloyal whores. Both of them!”

The inference that your husband would cheat, or had cheated, pissed you off. It was meant to. It was all you could not to take the bait as your anger rose.

Neal stood by passively, watching and listening. Wasn’t he supposed to be protecting you?

Scott’s hand on your shoulder was calm. “Okay, the boss will be here any minute. Why don’t you head upstairs, ma’am?”

Scott tried. You were aware of it and appreciated it on some level.

“No, I’ll wait here,” you told him, not taking your eyes off Bruce. “And I’ll tell you something, Bruce.” You pitched your voice low, spoke slowly through your fury. “It’s better to be a whore than abusive. What did you do to Nat?”

“She had it coming!” Bruce yelled. “She hasn’t even begun to get what she deserved. And if Steve was smart, he’d reign you in the same way.”

“That’s enough,” Scott said, trying to pull you back from the confrontation.

“Excuse me?” You were livid.

“You heard me.” Bruce grinned, pleased at your reaction.

Scott pulled you back a step. Taking a menacing step closer to you, Bruce pointed a finger.

“Wait. Did you put him up to this?” Bruce demanded. “You and Nat talk, right? I know all about you helping her go see Barton at the hospital. Did you do this? Did you?”

As much as you’d like to take credit for making Steve think about his sister’s welfare, you couldn’t. Slowly, you shook your head.

“I don’t fucking believe you!” Bruce yelled.

Like a vision from a nightmare, Bruce lifted a hand. You saw it coming. Someone blocked the blow before it could reach you as Scott yanked you sharply back. Quicker than you could think, Yelena had grabbed his wrist, twisting his arm behind his back until he yelled furiously.

A beat later, the front door burst open, and your husband marched from the foyer into the living room to take in the scene. His blue-eyed gaze moved over you frantically. Once he realized you weren’t hurt, he looked to Bruce, fists clenched at his sides.

Only then did Neal move to assist Yelena but she glared at him as she kept Bruce in what looked like a painful grip.

“I’ve got it,” she told him flatly.

“Hold him,” Steve bid her.

Yelena did more than that even though it was obvious she wasn’t feeling well. Kicking the backs of his knees, she took Bruce down to his in front of Steve. And if you thought Bruce looked angry? The anger that appeared to be consuming your husband far eclipsed it.

“You fucking threaten my wife?” Steve demanded, crouching to get in Bruce’s face. “In my home? How fucking dare you? Especially after what you did my sister.”

Bruce looked concerned about his current situation but apparently wasn’t smart enough to keep his mouth shut.

“Your sister has been sleeping around on me,” Bruce managed through the obvious pain as Yelena held him. “And you bring the whore’s boyfriend to my house? And drag her out like you’re a fucking hero?”

Grabbing a handful of Bruce’s salt and pepper curls, Steve held his head still with one hand and punched him in the face hard with the other. Then he did it again and again as you watched. Blood ran from Bruce’s nose from the blows

Dyson rushed towards you at that. “You don’t need to be down here seeing this,” he told you.

You resisted his attempts to pull you away. “I want to see this.”

“Nat needs you,” Steve said without taking his eyes off the man at the center of his fury. “Neal, Belova, let’s take this somewhere else.”

“Fuck you!” Bruce yelled as Yelena started moving him to the front door and Neal finally moved to help deal with your irate brother-in-law. “Fuck you, your whore sister, and your fucking whore wife!”

They were dragging him off. Dyson and Scott each had a hold on you, trying to pull you away from the scene.

You’d never seen Steve so upset. But before he rushed off after them, he stopped and took your face in his shaking hands.

“I want to watch,” you let him know forcefully.

“I know,” he told you in a barely controlled voice. “But Luca’s helping Clint bring Nat in through the kitchen. I really don’t want her to see or hear any of this. I need you to look after her. For me.”

Getting a grip on your anger, you nodded. You didn’t know what happened to Nat but apparently it was serious. If she needed you, you’d be there.

“Lang, stay here,” Steve ordered.

“You’ve got it, boss.”

Before Steve could release your face, you told him, “Fuck him up.”

Letting go of you, your husband nodded before he spun around and headed back the way he came to deal with his brother-in-law, his own lawyer.

“Come on,” Dyson drew your attention away from that to lead you back into the house with Scott on your heels.

You followed him up the stairs, to Nat’s old bedroom. When Dyson opened the door for you, it revealed Nat on her old bed with Clint positioning pillows behind her. Luca was heading for the door, looking as distraught as you felt.

“I’m getting doc over here,” Luca told you, rushing by.

Sitting by her on the bed, Clint took one of her hands. When they both noticed you, they shared the same look of apprehension. You took a seat on her other side.

“Nat, what happened?” you wanted to know.

Your sister-in-law looked curled in on herself and weak. Still, she tried to smile even with tears coming on.

“Bruce is here, isn’t he?” she asked fearfully.

Looking from her to Clint, you nodded. “Steve’s dealing with him.”

Clint shook his head.

“She’s not going back to him,” he told you, blinking back tears. “I don’t care what has to happen.”

“No, she won’t,” you told him with the same determination. Your heart went out to him. He’d stayed loyal to Steve, even when he’d married his sister to another man. Even though you knew it wasn’t the first time Nat had endured something like this.

“Bruce will calm down,” Nat explained fearfully. “He’ll convince Steve it was m-my fault. He’ll… send me back. He’ll…”

“He will not,” you promised her. “You are never going back to him.”

“You can’t guarantee that,” Clint told you meaningfully.

“The hell I can’t.” If your husband even thought about sending his sister back to the monster he’d married her to, you make him regret it every single day for the rest of his life.

But somehow, you didn’t think you had anything to worry about. You hadn’t had a chance to talk to Steve yet with everything going on. But instinct told you Steve had finally realized the truth of his sister’s situation.

“Luca’s calling our doctor,” you told them. “How badly are you hurt?”

It was hard to keep calm as you watched her shaking hands reach for the hem of her flannel pajama top. She’d barely lifted it when you saw the cluster of wild purple bruises covering her ribs and abdomen.

“Fuck,” Clint muttered, blinking back tears. “That fucking bastard. I’ll kill him. I swear…”

You understood. You wanted to kill him too. But right now, Nat was more important.

Gently easing her top back down, your hand covered hers.

“Don’t worry about all this now,” you said as soothingly as you could. “You’re safe.”

“But Steve…”

“Steve brought you home,” you said with feeling. “You’ll recover here, and you’ll be with Clint where you should have been all along. That’s all you need to be concerned with right now.”

Clint clasped her other hand. The look that passed between them nearly broke your heart. Hope.

You swore to yourself at that moment that they would be together.

***

You found Steve later in his study. His elbows were planted on the desk, his head in his hands. An empty glass was on the desk next to him.

You closed the study door behind you. His black robe was warm over your own pajamas as you walked to his desk, capturing his attention.

Your husband looked tired, and you noticed his knuckles were cut and scabbed over. Lowering his hands to the desk, he sighed.

“How is she?” he asked quietly.

“Six broken ribs,” you told him. “So many bruises… Doc gave her something for the pain. He’s coming back to check on her tomorrow.”

Nodding, Steve motioned you over to him, pulled you onto his lap when you made it around the desk.

“How is he?” you wanted to know.

“Pretty fucking sorry,” Steve told you, tracing a finger down your cheek. “He lost everything today. His position, his wife…”

You knew your surprise showed on your face. “Did he?”

Steve nodded. “He’s lucky I let him live. If I ever see him again, he won’t be. After what he did to her. After all the lies he told me.”

He meant it, you could tell. So much pain and regret in his face, his eyes. Your heart swelled with hope as you sat in the quiet of his office, letting him hold you.

“What happens now?” you wondered. “Nat is so afraid you’ll send her back to him.”

Steve shook his head. It was a long moment before he spoke. When he did, he didn’t meet your gaze.

“I let her down,” he said quietly. “For the last few years, I’ve been so focused on what I wanted… I didn’t pay enough attention to anything else.” When his gaze met yours, the raw guilt made you flinch. “What if he’d killed her? What he did was bad enough but…”

“It was bad.” You slid your fingers through his hair. “But she’ll recover. If you let her have what she’s always wanted, she’ll recover faster.”

“You know why I did that,” your husband told you. “Clint is still a soldier.”

“Then make him something else,” you said more forcefully than you intended. “Hasn’t he proven himself? To her and to you?”

“Dyson thinks so too.” Steve sighed. “The problem is… Maybe I don’t know what the fuck I’m doing. I’ve done everything to take your father’s place. To take the lead and now…”

You just waited, listened.

“Now here I am. I married my sister to an abusive asshole. My people and turf are under siege. My own home was attacked, and my wife had to shoot someone to defend it… Right now, I have to accept that I’m failing. I’m not your father. I don’t have his instincts… I don’t.”

It was the last thing you would have expected your husband to say. You know exactly how hard he’d worked to be where he was.

But knowing that underneath it all he cared? Your heart clenched.

“Maybe my father had good instincts for this, Steve,” you said slowly. “But he didn’t run the families alone. And you’re not alone either.”

“I’m not.” His gaze locked with yours. “But my heart really can’t take you being in the line of fire, sweetheart. Last night you shot Hansen today you’re squaring up to Banner. This is serious. I can’t worry about you being hurt…”

“I was looked after,” you told him, raising your chin.

“Belova has some skills,” Steve admitted. “She showed me that today. But I need to keep you safe, and I need you to accept that.”

“Maybe I’d be more accepting of that if you’d listen to me once in a while,” you countered. “I was right about Nat’s situation. Dyson and Luca think I have my father’s instincts.”

Steve studied you so seriously. “Maybe they’re right… Doesn’t mean I want you to continue training with weapons.”

Yeah, you realized that cat was out of the bag. As long as that was all he knew…

“We’ll figure it all out,” he assured you. “Thank you for taking care of Nat. She and I will talk tomorrow when she's rested.”

Capturing his hand, you pressed kisses on his injured knuckles. You had to wonder what Bruce looked like now from the looks of that.

“You should rest,” you whispered. “Come to bed.”

A corner of Steve’s mouth tipped up at that. “What’s this? My wife finally approving of how I handled a situation?”

“I don’t know enough details to say I approve yet,” you informed him, and he smiled. “Let’s rest. I’m sure you have a lot to deal with tomorrow.”

Steve nodded. Leaning in, he pressed his lips to yours. The brush of them was soft, soothing.

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Can I be him?

Summary: When Bucky finds something of yours, he hopes against hope that you feel the same way about him.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Enhanced!Fem!Reader

Warnings: Language cause it's me. Fluff. A lot of angst. Idiots in love. Self-deprecating thoughts, both reader and Bucky. No use of Y/N. My poor attempts at being funny.

Word Count: 4.8K

A/N: It’s 3am where I live, so… Happy 107th Birthday to my favorite Supersoldier! Today I’m posting 2 Bucky fics because my baby deserves it, this one and another one sometime around the afternoon. Hope someone likes it! Thank you to my angels @ordelixx and @mrsbuckybarnes1917 that gave me so many ideas that helped me finish this. I love you🖤

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Being an Avenger is not easy.

The long missions, the intense training, the weight of the world on your shoulders…

Everybody on the team has a different way to unwind after a mission: Steve draws, Clint and Natasha compete doing target practice, Thor sleeps, Sam plays video games, Bucky takes motorcycle rides, Tony and Bruce work on side projects in their lab, Loki reads, Peter does his homework and Wanda cooks with Vision.

For you, it’s going to the rose garden behind the Compound.

It’s a bit of a sanctuary for you, Tony allowed you to put tall hedges of roses with a gazebo-like structure in the middle of them facing the lake, only it’s entirely made of vines.

You made it yourself, that’s your power: you can manipulate anything plant-related.

Everytime you finish a mission the team splits up as soon as the debriefing is over and you walk straight here.

You sit on the bench, also made of vines, take out your diary and start writing.

You write about everything, from details of missions to your feelings about the team. From things you did that you don’t want to forget to things that you want to do after you’re not so tired anymore.

The hedges hide you from view and the only thing you can see when you’re here is the lake.

Sometimes, after a particular difficult mission, you don’t even write. You just sit there and look out into the water, the sunshine or moonlight shining down on you, and you feel at peace.

It helps that nobody else ever comes here. The team understands it’s your safe space, and the agents are mostly scared of your powers ever since you grew a giant carnivorous plant and it bit an agent that squeezed your ass during training.

The agent got both taken to the medbay and suspended on the same day, and you got the thanks of about a dozen girls that had the same problem with the same asshole.

You walk out of the conference room, the debriefing of the team’s latest mission just wrapped up, and like usual everyone scatters to their own after-mission ritual.

Today, though, you can’t concentrate on anything.

Your feet take you to the rose garden by reflex, but your brain doesn’t even register you’re there until you sit on the bench.

Today’s mission took a lot out of you, not just because of the amount of magic you had to use to get everyone out safely, but also because it was your fault the team was in so much danger in the first place.

You fucked up your task, Natasha had to step in and save your ass, moving away from her post and making her late for her own task and that derailed the entire mission.

At the end, you had to use your powers to take out the hundreds of Hydra agents at the same time, which is no small feat and made you almost pass out.

Everybody told you on the way home not to worry, the mission was successfully accomplished and everyone made it out safely, but you know that if it wasn’t for your screw up the team would’ve gotten in and out of base without so much as a scratch.

Nobody had fatal injuries, thank God, but Sam got shot in the leg, Clint got stabbed and everyone else had various degrees of injuries because Hydra got the jump on the team.

Because of me.

That was all you kept thinking about. Your brain had a field day making up all kinds of scenarios where your mistake cost someone’s life, a few of them even had the entire team dying because of your stupidity.

You were so caught up in your head that you didn’t even notice someone following you to the rose garden.

Not that you ever do.

If there’s one thing Bucky Barnes knows how to do, is move around undetected. He’s a master assassin, he was trained for this for over 50 years, he knows how to be a shadow.

Except now he uses his skills for good during missions and, occasionally, to follow you.

Not in a creepy way, of course, just to check on you. At least that’s the excuse he always uses so he won’t have to admit to himself that what he does is, indeed, a little creepy.

But he can’t help himself, Bucky knew from the moment he saw you that he was fucked.

The moment you walked into the room to meet the team his heart was yours. You stole it with one simple smile, with one look of your beautiful eyes.

You introduced yourself and shook hands with everyone, but when you looked at Bucky he felt like a light came on and it was just you two.

You shook his hand and he felt like he had to take it off and give it to you, it was yours now. His hand, his arm, his leg, his head, his heart, his soul. Everything he is was now yours, he just knew it.

Then you said his name and he could’ve died right there and then. It was the sweetest sound he’d ever heard, and it was barely two syllables. Every word you said, every laugh and sound that came out of your pretty mouth, Bucky felt like it was all for him. Nobody else mattered.

Bucky knew then he was in love.

But he didn’t know how to approach you. You were like a fairy, like a princess. Growing flowers, always smiling, baking, growing everyone’s favorite flowers and always willing to help, like growing Aloe when Wanda burned herself cooking, or Chamomile to help with Tony’s anxiety, or Valerian roots whenever someone was feeling down.

You were like sunshine and he was terrified he’d kill your light. But he’d be damned if he’d let the world kill it either, he’d protect you with his life.

So he took to following you, making sure you were safe from a distance.

But it’s not like he never talked to you, the more time you spent with the team the more comfortable Bucky got around you and eventually you became friends.

Bucky knew you could take care of yourself, you were one of the strongest members of the team, but he didn’t like it when you were in your rose garden by yourself. The tall hedges made it impossible to see incoming danger, so he kept an eye on you just to be sure.

For his own piece of mind. And you never saw him.

That was Bucky’s actual way to unwind after a mission.

He’d tell everybody he was going for a ride on his bike, but he’d drive it through the woods around the compound and to the other side of the lake where he’d have a perfect view of you without you knowing.

Deep down he knew it was a little creepy, he could just ask you if he could join you, but he felt like you needed your time alone without anyone else around, and he knew if he asked you, you’d say yes no matter what you were feeling, because that’s just the kind of person you are.

So Bucky watched you from afar, always careful not to be seen. He watched you write for hours, it relaxed him to see your beautiful face so concentrated.

Sometimes you’d laugh quietly at what you were writing and those were the only times Bucky was grateful for the supersoldier serum that allowed him to hear such a beautiful sound even with so much distance between you.

But it was torture for him when he knew you had a bad day. Sometimes you’d hug your knees and cry, Bucky could tell how much you’d need a hug, and it killed him that he couldn’t just walk up to you and hug you.

Everytime he sees you cry his heart breaks a little and he always tries to make you feel better when you walk back inside. He doesn’t ask you what’s wrong, he just tries to make you laugh. But all he wanted to do was dry your tears.

You did notice Bucky always seemed to act a little goofy when you're feeling down, like he somehow knew, but you never thought much of it.

You knew he was a very observant person, so you assumed he just saw your mood through your behavior better than most.

Bucky loves hanging out with you, even if it’s just as friends. You make fun of him like with everyone else, you don’t treat him like could explode at any moment, never walking on eggshells around him like most people do.

You’ve never been afraid of him, and he’s glad that you don’t treat him like glass. You treat him like everyone else, and it makes him feel normal.

Everytime time he hangs out with you, you take him back to a time where he was unbroken. You make him feel alive again.

And he falls more in love with you by the second because of it. You’re all he wants, he wants to have you and kiss your lips and never let anyone hurt you. That’s all he can think about, but he knows that’s not gonna happen.

He heard you talk to Natasha and Wanda, heard that there’s someone you’d gone on a few dates with. But Bucky knows that guy doesn’t deserve you, nobody does.

Even Bucky himself doesn’t deserve you, you’re too pure for anyone in this world, but if there’s someone that has any chance of making you happy, Bucky prays to God that that someone is him.

Bucky knows today’s mission shook you deeply. He knows you blame yourself, and no amount of reassurance will make you believe that everything is okay.

So today, for the first time, Bucky actually follows you. He can see your unfocused eyes even as you walk and he wants to be near you, just in case.

He almost walks to you when you curl up on the bench and start sobbing quietly, but he holds back not wanting to startle or upset you further.

He just listens to your soft cries until you stop and compose yourself. You sigh and get up, walking back to the Compound to take a much needed relaxing shower.

But you’re still so much in your own head that you don’t even notice you left your diary on the bench in the gazebo.

Bucky did notice, though.

He’s tempted to call after you and tell you, but something deep down tells him not to. He waits until you’re gone and then walks to the bench, picking up your diary and opening it.

He doesn’t know why, he knows it’s wrong, these are your private thoughts, but he’s just drawn to it for some reason.

When he starts reading he notices you don’t mention any specific names, which makes sense because only you read it, you know who you’re writing about. He reads a page here and there, reading about your missions or lazy days.

He reads about some memories with the team you wrote about, some he remembers and others he probably wasn’t there for, but seeing all these memories from your point of view does something to him.

It makes him feel connected to you, makes him feel like he’s reading your heart and soul, because he kind of is. Then he reads something that captures his attention completely.

You write about eyes blue like the ocean and just as troubled, about a smile that could light up the world. You write about someone with a complicated past that never lost his spark, never lost his love for life.

A man that went through hell, and never once took it out on the world. A man that didn’t ever blame the world, even when he had every right to, choosing instead to protect it.

You filled pages and pages with everything you admire about this man, everything you love about him that you know he hates.

And Bucky feels like every word you wrote, you wrote for him. But could this be him? Could he be the one you talk about in all your stories?

He wants to. He wants this to be him. He prays you’re talking about him. He wishes this could be him… Who is he kidding?

Of course it’s not me.

It’s probably the guy you’ve been dating. Yeah, that’s it. You’re in love with that guy, that much is clear.

Bucky gets to the page where you write about your dates with the guy, but he can’t read them.

He closes the diary, not knowing that you compared your date to Bucky every step of the way. Not knowing that you granted the guy a second date just to be sure he couldn’t compare to Bucky, and went on a third date at a coffee shop just to let him down gently.

Bucky didn’t read how you know he’s the one for you, he didn’t read his own name written in your handwriting, the only name in your whole diary because he’s the only person you never want to forget, even though you know you never will.

But Bucky didn’t read that.

He puts your diary back where it was on the bench and, with his heart broken and his hope that one day you could be his lost, he goes back inside and to his room.

It’s only when you go back to the rose garden after your shower that you notice you left your diary there, but don’t think much of it. Nobody ever comes here anyway, as far as you know.

After finding out you’re in love with someone else, Bucky can’t stop himself from acting differently towards you, which you don’t fail to notice.

It’s not like he’s mean, but your interactions get shorter, like he tries his best to end the conversation quickly.

He no longer sits close to you, no longer tries to make you laugh when you’re feeling down, doesn’t hang out with you as much during your down time and if he does, it’s never just the two of you anymore.

It’s silly to say, but you miss him.

Bucky knows he’s been distancing himself, he knows you’ve noticed and he can see it’s affecting you, but he’s doing this to protect himself.

He knows it’s only a matter of time before you present your boyfriend to the team, the man you’re in love with and he doesn’t want it to hurt more than necessary.

You decide not to push Bucky, knowing he has his reasons to pull away from you. Maybe he’s just trying to deal with all the stress the team’s been under and you don’t want to add any more to that, so you let him be.

A few weeks later the team’s on their sixth mission in just as many days and everyone is exhausted. You’ve been taking down Hydra base after Hydra base, because waiting too long meant losing your chance to shut down their operations for good before they got the opportunity to leave.

You’ve been dividing in smaller teams to take down the bases while still giving the team a chance to recuperate, but this last one was the biggest and required the whole team together, which sucked for you because you were in the last team with Steve and Bucky that took down a base just yesterday, so the three of you got barely a few hours of sleep while you flew to the last base.

You’ve cleared the base, all that’s left is the agents in the courtyard who are really going down fighting. The whole team is outside now, the Hydra agents giving you a hell of a fight. You’re using your magic against your better judgment, giant vines coming out of your arms like whips, covered in poisonous thorns. One touch of that and anyone would go down immediately, everyone except you.

Or at least that’s what you think.

As you’re fighting you can see an agent trying to sneak up on Bucky who’s fighting near you, so you quickly take care of it for him.

Bucky turns around and sees the agent down and then looks at you with that charming smile you fell in love with and winks at you. “Thank you, doll.”

That’s the friendliest Bucky’s been towards you in weeks and you can’t help but smile back with a small blush.

You can see the last agent standing coming at you from your peripheral vision and you quickly whip him with a vine, taking him down as soon as you can so you can turn back to look at Bucky, still smiling at you.

Bucky’s smile drops quickly, though, as he sees your face draining of any color. You barely have the time to register the sting of your own thorn on your arm that you’re already falling to the ground.

Bucky tries to catch you, but he gets thrown back by your magic that goes into defense mode, creating a wall of thorns to protect your now unconscious body.

The team doesn't know what to do, none of them know enough about plants to be sure that these thorns wouldn’t just kill them all.

The only one that would know that is you, the person that’s passed out, or worse, trapped in the midst of a cocoon of thorns.

“Okay, we need to find a safe way to-” Steve starts but cuts himself off almost immediately. “What are you doing?!”

Bucky doesn’t even turn around to answer, too intent on breaking the thorns around you with his metal arm, not caring that the thorns are ripping his clothes and scratching his face, all he can think about is getting to you.

He finally manages to get through to you, but nobody can follow because your magic regrows the thorns Bucky broke, trapping him with you inside the cocoon.

But Bucky doesn’t care, his eyes never leaving your face as he kneels behind you, running a finger softly along your cheek and shivering when he feels your skin is cold as ice.

His mind goes to the worst possibility, that there’s nothing he can do, but his brain gives him some hope reasoning that your magic wouldn’t be working if you were dead.

Right?

He snaps out of his thoughts when he feels the thorns around you vibrate, he takes you in his arms and shields you with his body from whatever is about to happen.

But the only thing that happens is the shade cast by the thorns gets replaced by sunlight. Bucky looks up and realizes Wanda used her magic to lift the thorn cocoon.

“You couldn’t have done that before?!” Bucky barks at Wanda with a glare while carefully picking you up to take you to the Quinjet.

“She’s not the dumbass that threw himself headfirst in a mess of thorns without even considering another course of action!” Natasha came in Wanda’s defense, though she seemed more amused at Bucky’s antics than annoyed.

As the team heads back home in the jet, Bruce examines you and lets the team know you’re still alive but in a sort of coma.

Their relief is cut short when Bruce makes it known that he has no idea when, or if, you’ll wake up.

As soon as the Quinjet lands you’re taken to the medbay and hooked up to machines, an IV in your arm to keep you hydrated.

Bucky holds your hand through it all, staying all night next to you just in case you wake up. He didn’t want you to be freaked out and alone, he wanted to be the first person to see your beautiful eyes open.

When morning comes, though, you’re still unconscious, but Bucky doesn’t lose hope. You probably need a good sleep.

That’s what he tells himself for two, three, four days.

That’s what he keeps telling himself for a week, two weeks. Never once leaving your side, not eating unless Steve brings him food and makes sure he eats before leaving, and using the bathroom of your room in the medbay.

He barely sleeps and, when he does, he dreams of you.

Everyone was getting worried about him, he refused to leave your side until one day Steve came into your room to tell Bucky there was something wrong with your rose garden.

Bucky was torn between staying with you and seeing what Steve was talking about, but decided that it would kill you if something happened to your roses so he had to make sure everything was okay when you woke up.

Because you’re going to wake up.

Bucky follows Steve to your rose garden, and his eyes widen in horror as soon as he sees it. The roses, the hedges, the vines.

Everything is dying.

Bucky’s heart breaks, only one thought in his mind. If your plants are dying, does that mean you’re slowly dying too?

No. That’s unacceptable. You’re not gonna die, not if Bucky has anything to do with it.

He takes it upon himself to take care of your garden, watering it and doing everything he can to keep the roses and vines alive, fooling himself into believing that this will keep you alive.

He stays on the gazebo day and night, sleeping on the bench, spending every waking moment trying to keep a hold of even the smallest part of you.

But it’s not enough. Nothing is enough.

Bucky loses track of how many days he’s been in your garden, sleeping maybe an hour at a time here and there, watering the roses every few hours and crying the rest of the time.

After all it’s his fault, if he hadn’t distracted you none of this would’ve happened. You’d be in your beautiful garden, probably with your boyfriend, and the only broken thing would be Bucky’s heart.

That he could’ve lived with.

But how can he live with the knowledge that he caused your end? That he killed your light? That he killed his sunshine, his hope, the love of his life? He can’t live with that.

Not that he has to.

While Bucky’s spiraling while surrounded by dying roses, inside your room in the medbay you’re finally waking up after almost a month.

You open your eyes slowly, looking around you at the hospital-like room. There’s nobody around and, as you look at the window, you can see it’s really late at night.

You sit up and try to make sense of what happened while rubbing your eyes. The last thing you remember is Bucky’s bright smile, and then nothing.

You look down at your arm and see an IV, which you take out while frowning. How long have you been sleeping?

You carefully get off the bed and make your way outside to your rose garden, just to be sure everything’s okay. It’s not like anyone’s gonna stop you anyway.

When you get close, the moonlight shines on the hedges and you gasp at what you see. Your beautiful roses withering away, the gazebo made of vines dying too.

But the most confusing thing is the sobs coming from the bench, although no one’s sitting on it.

You get closer and see Bucky sitting in front of the bench while hugging his knees and crying softly. You frown and get a little closer before stopping, not wanting to startle him.

“Bucky…” You say quietly and his head snaps up, his eyes instantly meeting yours.

For a moment it feels like he’s trying to decide if you’re real, he reaches out and you extend your hand to take his. That seems to convince him and he gasps.

“Doll…” His voice is barely above a whisper, almost as if he thinks if he makes too much noise you’ll disappear.

“What’s wrong?” You ask him while getting a little closer to him, concern clear in your every feature.

It’s only when you get closer that you see his face full of cuts and you frown. Those are not just any scratches, it’s clear to you that they were made by thorns. “D-did… Did I do this to you?”

You’re kneeling in front of him now, one hand still in his one the other comes up to trace the cuts in his face softly, but he takes your hand in his and kisses your palm.

“I’m okay…” He reassures you.

Just then he realizes, you’re fussing over him when you’re the one that’s been in a coma for a month. “Are you okay? How long have you been awake?”

“I… I just woke up.” You tell him honestly, then look around at the dying roses and vines before looking back at him. “What happened to me?”

“You got stung by one of your poisonous thorns.” He says quietly, his thumbs rubbing circles on your skin while he refuses to let go of you. “You’ve been unconscious for almost a month.”

“A month?!” You’re shocked at the news, not knowing what to say or do, so you just stay there while letting the information sink in. The silence is broken by Bucky after a minute.

“I’m sorry about your roses… I tried to keep them alive, but…” He looks around with a hopeless expression. “I failed you.”

Your heart breaks a little. Does he really think he failed you?

You take a deep breath, then close your eyes and when you open them again a second later everything’s back to normal. The roses are as beautiful as ever, the gazebo just as majestic. It’s like nothing ever happened.

Bucky looks around in awe when he feels you take his chin and you make him look at you.

“You could never fail me.” You say firmly, wanting him to understand you mean it. You look at the cuts around his face and you can’t help the guilt and pain that you feel deep within you. “I’m sorry…”

“It wasn’t your fault.” It’s like Bucky can read your thoughts, he knows all you can see are your faults, and he wants you to know he doesn’t blame you for anything. “You weren’t even conscious. You have nothing to be sorry for.”

“I never wanted to be one of the people that hurt you…” Your voice is a whisper as a tear escapes you. “The world hurt you so much already… I never wanted to be part of that. You don’t deserve it.”

Bucky frowns. He feels like he’s heard those words, but where? No, he didn’t hear them. He read them. He read them in your diary, where you wrote about the man you’re in love with. Could it be possible?

Could I be him?

“It’s me…” He says lower than a whisper, his eyes locked on yours, and it’s your time to be confused now.

“What?” You ask him with a frown while wiping your cheeks.

“It’s me you’re in love with.” His voice is a little louder, but firm. He’s not asking you, he’s making a statement.

Your eyes widen in surprise, you almost take your hands away from his but his hold prevents you from doing that.

“I-I… What?” Is all you can bring yourself to say, confused as to why he’s so sure of it. Are you really that transparent?

“I read your diary…” Bucky says, guilt written all over his face, but at least he’s owning up to it. “You wrote about the man you love… and you wrote the same thing you just told me. It’s me, isn’t it? You love me back?” His voice is more hopeful now, his confident demeanor weavering.

“You… You read my diary?” You say, your mind still playing catch up.

It’s only a moment later that you register the ‘love me back’ and you don’t give him a chance to apologize or justify himself before you’re speaking again. “You love me?!”

Bucky hesitates a moment but nods firmly. “I love you, doll. I’ve loved you since the moment I met you.”

You feel like someone punched you and all the air has left your body. You have no idea what to say, so you don’t say anything.

Instead you lean in and kiss him.

Bucky wastes no time kissing you back, but a thought pops into his mind and he reluctantly pulls back. “What about your boyfriend?”

“Boyfriend?” You frown again, having no idea what he’s talking about. “I don’t have a boyfriend.”

“You don’t?” Bucky feels like a weight has been lifted off his shoulders and he pulls you to straddle him. “What about the guy you went on a few dates with?”

You narrow your eyes at him but decide to table the conversation about how he knows that for another time, so you smile at him and decide to just be honest with him.

“Do you honestly think that anyone could ever measure up to you? Because if you do, you’re an idiot.” Bucky grins and kisses you again.

Maybe he is an idiot. But when he’s the idiot you’re in love with, how much of an idiot can he really be?

It looks like he can be him after all.

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science-hoes · 1 year

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I don’t want to hear “Oh I’m sorry you had a bad day, here are some flowers”

I want to hear “Oh I’m sorry you had a bad day, here’s a new x reader fic with your comfort character”

#avengers #marvel #bruce banner #bruce banner x reader #tony stark #Tony stark x reader #steve rogers #steve rogers x reader #Bucky Barnes #Bucky Barnes x reader #stephen strange x reader #wanda maximoff x reader #natasha romanoff x reader #din djarin #din djarin x reader #anakin skywalker #anakin skywalker x reader #obi wan kenobi #obi wan x reader

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avengers + name meanings

“‘cause if we can’t protect the earth, you can be damn sure we’ll avenge it.”

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creative-caramel-coffee · 27 days

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The Spiders Sister - Chapter 1

Summary: Reader gets caught hiding out in the avengers tower. In the end it turns out for the best.

TW: non-sexual nudity, illness, fainting, swearing

Words: 4.1K

A/n: Super long first chapter

маленький паук – Little Spider

It defiantly wasn’t part of your life plan to be living with your bother again in your adulthood.

You had spent an excellent few months on your own having finally moved out of May Parker’s apartment, it had been perfect. Well … as perfect as life could be for a parker.

Then … you guessed it … parker luck struck again. There was a huge fight, one you had been itching to join but your brother, peter parker, had it covered. And since nobody knew that you sometimes wore the spider-man suit when peter wasn’t able to, it would all be over if two Spider-Man’s ended up fighting some of the weird aliens that had invaded New York.

You see, you and your brother had more in common than most siblings did. Peter parker had been bitten by a radioactive spider on a school trip as was known to a few people. But, at the same time, you had been eighteen and chaperoning the field trip.

When peter had snuck off to the side you had gone after him. When he was bitten, so were you.

But for now, you had decided to try and stay away from the superhero lifestyle. But when the itch came, peter lent you his suit so you could scratch it.

You had helped him refine his web-fluid and had your own web shooters as well as one of his old suits just in case. May knew about you and peter after finding out a while ago. However, peter and you had kept everything about your existence from the avengers so you could live a semi-normal life. At least for now.

But the day the avengers were fighting off the aliens, New York had taken some heavy damage. You had been running a small illustration business out of your apartment in queens. Your apartment … which was now levelled in the fight was gone. Along with your business.

Since you had moved out young, May only had one spare bedroom in her apartment which peter was occupying. Leaving the Parker’s with one option.

As peter had a room in the avenger's tower, you could stay there or with aunt may. Peter being Peter didn’t want to ask tony if he could stay in the tower for the unforeseeable future without arousing questions. So, you had been secretly living in the tower for about three days now.

Peter brought you food and had bribed Jarvis to keep your existence a secret. You had his old suit if you wanted to leave the tower, you could swing away instead of walking through the building and getting caught.

It was a pretty solid plan and it had been working pretty well. Until the day you got sick.

Peters' bedroom in the tower was on the floor with the other avengers, meaning you had to be somewhat quiet so Natasha, clint or the others didn’t find you. But it had begun to get colder out, and Peters old suit didn’t have a heater. It had been made before tony had found out spiders, including peter and yourself, can't thermoregulate. And swinging around New York without a heater in the nippy winter air had left you with a pretty nasty cold.

Unlike peter your powers didn’t give you super healing. In fact, your powers differed from peters in more ways than one. For one thing you had small fangs which you could retract, they didn’t do much, but they were cool, and peter was mildly jealous. Another thing was you had taken on aspects of jumping spiders as you could jump higher due to your super strength and some weird spider quality peter lacked.

Like peter the bit had given your excellent eyesight, increased metabolism, a lack of thermoregulation, the weird sticky thing, the spider sense and super strength and the allergy to peppermint. But due to sharing the suit anytime you went out as “Spider-Man” you had to refrain from using your own unique powers, so you didn’t give anything away.

The thermoregulating thing may have finally come back to bite you now that you were in peters old suit. After taking one of his patrols for him so he could finish his assignment and you could get out of his room in the tower, the cold had made you sick. Heres the thing about having a high metabolism when you don’t have an increased healing factor. It went one of two ways. Either you had flash colds which were taken care of quickly and at a much faster rate than the average human, or if it was stronger than your immune system, it was quickly made into a bigger problem than it should have been due to your body processing things faster and speeding up its strength.

Anytime this had happened in the past, due to not being able to go to a regular hospital, you had thanked the gods for May choosing a career in nursing. Though she had been able to treat you superficially with regular medicine and not anything made for super soldiers or spiders as that was a Bruce banner specialty that was unique to the tower's med bay. So, you often just had to ride it out and if things got really bad, peter would try and smuggle you some of his medicine out of the tower for you.

So, this is where you ended up. Curled up in Peters bed in the tower, stifling rough sounding coughs into his pillow and making a mental note to wash his sheets soon. You were doing your best to remain quiet and not alert either of the super spies to your presence or any of the other avengers. You thanked Thor that only you and peter had super hearing which meant you could usually tell if someone was in the halls.

Feeling miserable you buried yourself further into the sheets and shivered, it was so cold but in reality, you probably had a high fever. Your lungs let out a wheezing noise whenever you exhaled, and you were beginning to think maybe your asthma was back. Unlike peter you had not been so lucky as to have had it cured by the bite.

Your asthma puffer was one of the few things that survived your apartment being destroyed. As you laid in bed feeling awful you thought back to that day.

You thanked the gods you had been out at the time. You had gone to a coffee shop downtown with your sketchbook, laptop and usual things you took out, including a range of art supplies and of course your emergency puffer which peter had managed to smuggle out which had doses that worked with your metabolism.

You were broken from your daydreams as another harsh coughing fit wracked your body. From what you could hear nobody was in the halls, but you did your best to keep quiet regardless. The wheezing that trailed after each breath was getting worse and your lungs were feeling tight.

You had been trying to use the puffer sparingly so it didn’t run out because you didn’t know if and or when peter could get you another. But as drawing breath grew harder you made the executive call to use it. You rolled over in the bed and threw an arm down to fish around for your red backpack. Finding it you fiddled with the zip before your fingers wrapped around the cool plastic of the device. Tony being tony had insisted it have a Spiderman case thinking it was peters which ended up being rather ironic as it was fitting for you too.

You tried fruitlessly one last time to draw breath before achieving nothing but a crackling wheeze. Screw it. You uncapped the red lid and held it to your lips, propping yourself up on an elbow in an attempt to sit u straight to take it.

You exhaled and inhaled repeating it once more before drawing in a lungful of the super-medicine. Almost straight away you began to feel better. Your fast metabolism speeding up the medicines process.

Feeling like you could breathe again you replaced the cap and put it on the nightstand before curling up in the sheets again feeling cold still but also slightly damp from the thin layer of sweat that had been forming all morning.

You were dressed in spider-man pjs which had a thin t-shirt and long pants. You had considered getting up to grab one of peters hoodies to get warm or another blanket but the idea of standing up made your head spin.

You nestled back into the sheets and let your eyes fall shut despite it being almost midday. The curtains were drawn and so it didn’t bother you too much. You began to drift off into a semi-peaceful sleep broken by harsh coughing fits which were becoming harder to stifle in your half asleep and fevered state.

Meanwhile the avengers had just finished their morning training session, one which Peter had joined for once. Peter being Peter had barely broken a sweat and as a result had opted to hang out on the communal floor while everyone went o freshen up.

Stark had designed the tower well. With Peter’s bedroom being on the same floor as Natasha’s who was rather protective of her younger spider counterpart as well as Wanda’s, Yelena’s, Kate’s and a few spares. The rest of the avengers were a floor above.

At first peter had been a bit miffed about being on a floor of just girls but he ended up liking it a lot. And he had a second bedroom in the master suite with tony and Pepper which he proffered anyway. The one on the avenger's floor was more for if Tony and Pepper were away, and he wanted to be around the others.

Natasha was headed for her room after waving goodbye to peter who had settled down to watch more star-wars, when she paused in the hallway.

Retracing her steps she found herself stood outside peters bedroom door. Frowning she pressed an ear to the door and froze. Someone was inside and coughing. Knowing it wasn’t peter, nat carefully twisted the door handle.

Peter being peter had prepared for almost anything. As soon as Natasha had set foot inside peters room Jarvis had alerted peter of her presence.

Meanwhile Natasha peered into the dimly lit room. The lump in the bed was wriggling around and coughing. Nat was on high alert by now. She realised this person was ill but how had they managed to get in without Jarvis knowing? And why were they in peters bed?

She crossed the threshold and walked over to the bed. Taking note of the backpack on the floor and puffer on the bedside table as well as your spider-man pjs which had been a gag gift from Peter last Christmas.

Nat stood and observed for a second. Looking down at your flushed face which was burning with fever and the harsh coughs that were wracking your weak form.

Nat watched helplessly for a second unsure of how to deal with a sick intruder.

She hesitated before extending a hand to your forehead and feeling a very high fever. She sucked a breath. Despite being an intruder she had some ideas as to why you may have been here. Your likeness to peter wasn’t hard to spot. Yet. She was unsure.

Peeling of the blankets to get a better look at you, as she did you made a small noise of discontent and curled into a shaking ball still fever addled and half asleep.

Before she could continue the door opened and peter looked in.

“Uhh M-Ms Romanoff…” Peter said looking guilty as he stepped in and closed the door again.

“Peter, do you know who this is?” Natasha asked getting straight to the point. Peter hesitated and rubbed the back of his neck.

“Y-yes.” He said looking at your sick form with a frown.

“Peter.” She said crossing her arms. “Care to share whats going on?” Nat said as she headed for Peter’s bathroom.

“Um… She … she’s,, my sister.” Peter said unsurely. Natasha returned after a second and nodded. Now holding the first aid kit from peters bathroom in her arms.

“Anything else i should know?” She asked walking over to the bed and sitting down to rifle through the first aid kit.

“Petey?” You mumbled hearing his voice.

Peter seemed to break out of his trance and came to your side. “I’m here Y/n.” He said.

“‘S cold.” You mumbled making peter frown.

“Actually, I think she has a fever.” Nat said as she found what she was looking for, pulling out a thermometer from the kit.

Nat gently placed the thermometer under your tongue and turned to look at peter.

“Pete, you’re not in trouble but i need some more information.” Natasha said.

“This is Y/n. She’s, my sister. Her apartment was levelled in the last attack and so she’s been staying here ever since. She’s not a threat I promise.” Peter said almost tripping over his words in order to explain.

Before Nat could respond the thermometer beeped and she removed it to look at the small screen, drawing another round of coughs from you. Natasha rubbed your back with one hand while frowning at the screen.

“Peter… she should be dead. This says 106. There’s more isn’t there.” Nat said with some urgency as she began peeling the rest of the blankets off you in an attempt to cool you down.

“Ahh … yes. She had powers. Like mine. She … she wears the suit sometimes.” Peter said standing nearby and watching with a worried expression.

“Ok. So, she has spider powers? High metabolism, super strength, etc.” Nat said and Peter nodded. “Why hasn’t her healing fixed this?” Nat said feeling your forehead again.

“She doesn’t have it. Her powers differ slightly.” Peter explained as Nat cursed softly in Russian.

“Her fever’s still rising.” Nat said making a decision. “We need to cool her down fast before she gets too hot for her own good. Jarvis?” Natasha said and peter looked panicked for a second worried about more people finding out about you.

“Ms Romanoff-“ he started.

“Pete, we need to cool her down stat. I need some help.” She said and peter nodded still looking nervous. “Jarvis call wanda to Peter’s bedroom.” Nat said and peter relaxed slightly. Wanda was ok. She would be good for the situation.

“What are you going to do?” Peter asked.

“She needs a bath and I doubt you want to do that.” She said with a small smirk and Peter flushed for a second.

“Defiantly not.” He said shaking his head.

“Is there someone we can call? Someone who she’d be ok with dressing her once we cool her down. She may be sick but i don’t want to invade her privacy.” Nat said as she scooped you up from the bed and into her lap while they waited for wanda to arrive. You cough harshly again and wheezed making nat frown and look to peter.

“Asthma.” He said.

“Runs in the family huh?” She joked reaching over for the puffer on the bedside table.

“Uh… about that.” Peter said looking guilty. “Mine was cured by the bite. I need the puffers for her.” He said looking sheepish. Expecting Nat to be mad she grinned.

“You’re a good brother.” She said as she uncapped the device and pressed it to your lips.

“Exhale.” She instructed and by some small miracle you complied. When you went to inhale, she administered the medicine and told you to hold.

Recapping the device, she rubbed a hand up and down your arm. “Good job sweetie.” She said and felt you relax into her arms some more as you let out a breath.

The two sat in silence for another second before the door opened again and wanda slipped inside.

She was freshly showered, her hair damp and she smelt like jasmine and honey. She was dressed in a simple faded black t-shirt and grey track pants.

“Whats-“ she began before pausing, her eyes caught on you laid in Natashas lap half asleep.

“Wanda,” Nat said. “Meet Y/n. Peter’s older sister.” She said.

“Okay…” Wanda said looking lost before her expression morphed to concern as you coughed. “Is she ok?” Wanda asked.

“No. That’s why you’re here. Long story short, peter smuggled her into the tower, and she has spider powers and her fever is really high. We need to cool her down.” Nat said and wanda swallowed and nodded. “Peter?” Nat said turning to the younger parker.

“Yes?” He said looking up from where he had been studying his shoes closely.

“You never answered my question. Is there someone we can call to come and get her dressed after wanda and i bathe her?” Nat asked and peter blushed again and nodded.

“I can call May. It’s her day off.” He said and Nat nodded.

“You do that. Wanda and I will look after Y/n. We promise not to go further than her outer clothes.” She said and scooped you up into her arms. She headed for Peter’s bathroom with wanda trailing behind. You remained limp in her arms snuggled into her chest in an unconscious need for companionship.

Once the two redheads had you in the bathroom wanda looked at nat. “Now what?” She asked and Natasha smirked.

“Now we take her clothes off.” She said and gently she lifted your arms from where you were laid on the floor in her lap and pulled the spider-man t-shirt off over your head. Wanda blushed slightly at the sight of your red sports bra despite having seen Nat and herself train in about the same if not less clothes.

“You wanna help?” Nat asked with a grin that only served to make Wanda’s blush deepen. You squirmed slighting in Nat’s lap but stopped when she gently rubbed your arm after you buried your warm face into her stomach.

Wanda rolled her eyes in an attempt to feign nonchalance despite being way past that point.

She lifted her hands, and the familiar red glow of magic surrounded her hands. Her magic lifted your hips so Nat could slide off your pants. Wanda blushed again at the sight of your Black Widow boxers. Natasha however grinned at them finding it both adorable and very cute.

After a beat Wanda met Nat’s eyes again. “Now what?”

“We get her in the bath. She needs to be cooled down Asap.” Nat said hoisting you into her arms again as you wriggled, turning and grumbling into her chest.

“Not gonna lie she’s pretty cute.” Nat said and Wanda avoided her eyes as she used her magic to fill the bath with tepid water.

Natasha gently lowered you into the tub ignoring your whining protests and running her hands through your hair which seemed to calm you down as you relaxed again.

“So … now we wait?” Wanda guessed and Natasha nodded.

“Yep. Unless you really want to steal May’s job of getting her dressed again.” Nat teased making Wanda splutter slightly. “Im kidding.” Nat said. “I know what hot women do to your brain.” She winked and wanda slouched slightly.

After a second you grumbled and blearily opened your eyes, squinting at the two women.

“Peter is so dead.” You mumbled before letting your eyes drift shut again. There was a pause before wanda and nat both started laughing.

You groaned. “Peter!” You yelled before coughing again making Wanda and Nat frown. But before they could do anything the door opened to show a beat red peter with his hands covering his eyes.

“Yes?” He said in a small voice.

“When I get out of here, you’re dead.” You mumbled with a foggy glare sent in his direction.

“Hey. Peter did the right thing.” Another voice said from behind Peter.

“May?” You called. “Oh, wtf is going on right now.” You mumbled.

“Whats going on kiddo is that, once again, you failed to ask for help which landed you here.” May said entering the bathroom with a change of clothes.

“Nice to see you Ms Parker.” Nat said and wanda echoed.

“Please. Call me May. And thank you for looking after her.” May said and you groaned.

“I hate all of you.” You said hiding your face in your hands.

“Uh huh. Sure, you do.” May teased.

“It was no problem. Ms- May.” Wanda said. “We’ll wait in peters bedroom while you… yeah.” Wanda said before making a hasty retreat. Nat laughed and followed her out.

May gave you a disappointed frown once she had shut the door and turned back to you with a sigh.

“Honey.” She said.

“I know… I know.” You said still feeling like death but slightly less so. “Did the black widow and scarlet witch just really see me in my underpants?” You asked.

“Yes, and I serves you right for hiding illness … again!” She said as she came over, rolling up her sleeves and helping you out, practically holding all your weight for you as your head spun.

May frowned and guided you over to the covered toilet seat to dress you again.

Gently she began to towel you off and change you into fresh clothes.

“I can do it myself.” You whined but May shot you a look and you knew better than to challenge the angry Parker and you and peter had called her as kids when she was upset at you for something.

“Now, once you’re dressed you are going to thank those two for their kindness and your coming home with me.” May said.

“But-“ you began.

“No buts.” She said and helped you up, now fully dressed.

She helped you over to the door opening it despite still holding you up. The two of you shuffled into the room where Peter, Nat and Wanda were sat on Peter’s bed talking in hushed voices.

“Pete. I love you but I can hear everything you’re saying dumbass.” You said rolling your eyes and May lightly hit your arm.

“Right.” He said rubbing his neck. “Super hearing.” He nodded.

“I’ll add it to the list.” Nat grinned and you groaned before May jabbed you in the side and looked at the two girls.

You coughed at her actions making her frown but quickly got it under control for the sake of your already fragile image.

“Thank you, Wanda and Natasha, for helping me.” You said still leaning heavily on May. Now you had been standing for a bit the room began to spin. Your face went a shade paler making Natasha frown and stand. It was a split second before you stumbled, almost bringing May down with you in the process. Luckily strong arms wrapped around you, and you looked up into Nat’s pale green and worried eyes.

“Y/n?” You finally registered she was talking to you. “Y/n?” She asked again a little louder.

You let out a soft groan and she huffed. “Right. Up we go.” She said hoisting you into your arms and making the room spin again as you buried your face in her arm.

You felt her gently set you down on the bed and feel your forehead.

Distantly you heard May saying something along the lines of taking you home and the sound of Natasha arguing they were better equipped to help with your powers and sickness. May relented and you went back to dozing.

“What happened?” Peter asked from where he was stood by the door.

“Probably got too dizzy from standing up. Her body’s already trying to fight off sickness.” Natasha said and Wanda nodded.

“Peter? Don’t you have a super high metabolism?” Wanda asked.

“Yeah?” He said looking lost as May seemed to catch on.

“Y/n when did you last eat?” May asked and you groaned and buried your face in the pillow. “Well, that answers that.” May said rolling her eyes.

“Peter, do you have any of those energy bars that steve uses?” Wanda asked and peter nodded and headed for his bedside drawer.

He fished around and pulled out one of them and passed it to nat. She unwrapped it and shoved it into your hands.

“Eat.” She said and you made a groan of protest. “It’ll help.” She said in a softer tone.

“Fine.” You said sitting up against the headboard and nibbling on it slowly.

“Better.” Nat said and you frowned.

“You know you’re cute when you’re mad.” Wanda said looking surprised by her own words and blushing at Natasha’s knowing gaze.

“Get some rest маленький паук” Nat said once you had finished eating, and she begun to shepherd everyone out of the room.

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His Inheritance ~ Chapter 23

Part 23: Who Do You Trust?

Series Masterlist

Words: 4.6k

Pairing: Mobster Steve Rogers x Mobster daughter reader

Warnings: References to mob crime families, activities, domestic violence, miscarriage, and infidelity. References to kidnapping, non-con, imprisonment, and threats. This is a dark fic. Please read responsibly.

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“Can’t sleep?”

Steve looked up to see Dyson in his doorway. A quick glance at his watch revealed it to be just after 3 AM. Raking a hand through his hair, Steve shook his head.

What happened just a few hours ago had him shaken. Hansen brought a group of mercenaries to his home while he was gone, while the heads of the five families were meeting over the discord in the ranks that he called. And he didn’t even make it to the meeting.

What was this? The fucking Godfather? The bastard worked for Barnes. And Barnes wasn’t even trying to hide his contempt for Steve’s leadership. It was a direct challenge, and it required a swift and harsh retaliation.

His wife was sleeping in his bed upstairs. Since he’d announced his intention to marry her, to claim leadership of the families, Clint had been shot. A shop on his turf had been hit hard. And now this.

“Hansen was here for her.” Steve was direct. “He came so close.”

The concern on his man’s face mirrored what Steve felt in his chest. The side of Dyson’s face was bruised, his arm in a sling from the attack earlier.

Motioning to the chair on the other side of his desk, Steve said, “Please, have a seat. You should be resting.”

Dyson waved him off. “I’ll be fine, boss.” Still, he slowly made his way to that chair and took a seat.

“I’m thinking we have rat in our ranks,” Steve said finally.

Dyson’s expression was grim. He nodded.

“Someone knew where to find Clint that night,” Steve pointed out.

“Yeah, but Clint wasn’t where he was supposed to be.” Dyson blew out an exhale. “And then this horrible fight your sister got into with her husband.”

Fight, by all accounts, was putting it mildly. Since Clint had been shot, Steve had kept him away from Nat. To protect them both. Maybe Nat was unhappy about that and picked a fight with Bruce. It wouldn’t be the first time. Maybe…

“You heard anything about that fight?” Steve asked. “Since I didn’t make it over there. Or to the meeting of for that matter.”

“You not making the meeting was Barnes’ intention,” Dyson said angrily. “But Barnes was there, and fuck knows what he said to the others.”

Barnes likely tried. Tony wouldn’t just buy it. Neither would Sam. Thor? He could honestly go either way.

When Steve didn’t have anything to add to that, Dyson shook his head. “I put Scott on it, but he didn’t hear much. Thing I don’t like? No one has really seen Nat since that fight.”

Steve considered that. “What do you mean? I’ve talked to her.”

“Unless it was by video chat, you haven’t seen her.”

“What are you saying?” Steve knew what the older man was insinuating. “Yeah, Bruce has a temper on him. But…”

“They haven’t fought like this since she fell that time,” Dyson threw out there.

Steve blew out his frustration. “We’ve talked about this,” Steve told him. “She was too close to the stairs, and she fell.”

Dyson eyed him skeptically. “You really believe that? She broke and arm, a leg. Lucky she didn’t break her neck. And the baby…”

Steve stopped him there. “Yes, it was awful and I all but threatened Bruce to tell me the truth about that. You know I did.”

Dyson nodded at that.

“And what if that baby wasn’t Bruce’s, huh?” Steve pointed out. “You ever thought about that?”

“Sure, I have,” Dyson told him. “Bruce knew about the pregnancy. If he really thought it was his, why would he have gotten in a fight like that with her? Why take the risk?”

It was plausible that Bruce might have thought that. But for him to go after Nat like that? He still struggled to believe that. Surely to God Bruce would know better than to lay hands on his sister.

Nat was headstrong and irrational when she was upset. She’d been dramatic since she was born.

Still, something felt off.

“I’ll go check on her today,” Steve finally said. “I’d very much appreciate it if you kept this away from my wife.”

“Oh, it’s too late for that,” Dyson explained. “Clint moped around through dinner and the start of poker night. Scott brought it up. I tried to steer them off topic, tell them to mind their own business. Scott shut up. Your wife doesn’t have to. She thinks your sister is being brutalized. Her words.”

Steve rolled his eyes. “That’s because Nat’s been in her ear. But we need to manage that better. The one time she disobeyed me and left this house was with Nat.”

Dyson nodded his agreement.

Rising from his chair, Steve went to pour himself a bourbon. “You don’t think Clint is a concern, do you?”

“What do you mean?”

“If we have a rat,” Steve had to say it, “Clint certainly has a motive.”

Dyson snorted. “If Clint was going to turn on us, don’t you think he would have done it before now? Clint followed orders. You wanted him to break your sister’s heart? He did. You want him to go to Europe so you could marry her off to Bruce? He did. Clint’s on the up and up.”

Maybe Dyson was right. But Steve wished he could keep him the hell away from Nat. He’d been so sure that Bruce could make it work, to care for his sister in a way that she deserved. His sister deserved better than a cluttered three-room apartment and a soldier who might not live long.

“Then there’s Belova,” Steve said. But he knew as soon as he said it what was coming.

“No,” Dyson said flatly. “Forget about it.”

“Things escalated when she came on the scene,” Steve replied.

“She wasn’t here when Clint got shot,” Dyson was quick to say. “Pretty sure she was here in this house when the shop got hit.”

“She’s supposed to be protecting my wife at the wedding,” Steve pointed out. “Kat and Hansen both got to her. And last night?”

Dyson was already shaking his head. “Hansen’s a psychotic son-of-a-bitch who caught her off guard at the wedding.”

There was something Dyson wasn’t saying. How did Yelena know Hansen?

“And last night? My wife is the one who shot Hansen,” Steve told him, taking a sip of his drink as he stood there. “It scares the shit out of me. They were already after her because of who her father was. Because she’s mine. Now this?”

“Hey, they got the drop of me,” Dyson said meaningfully. “Only reason you didn’t find my dead ass out there last night was because of Yelena.”

“Maybe she covered you,” Steve told him. “But twice now Hansen’s got the drop on her. Hansen is who is coming for my wife with Barnes’ blessing. If Yelena can’t handle him, she can’t protect my wife.”

Dyson didn’t like that answer. Steve could almost hear his mind working as he walked back to the desk and sat down.

“If not for Yelena, your wife might be gone,” Dyson explained. “Who taught her to shoot, huh?”

Steve remembered the cuff mark on her thigh on their wedding night. “I don’t remember asking anyone to teach my wife how to use weapons.”

“You wouldn’t.” Dyson chuckled.

His man didn’t have to finish that sentence. Steve knew in a given mood his wife with a weapon could possibly spell bad news for him down the road.

“Did you know?”

Shaking his head, Dyson held his gaze. “No.”

“I’m just supposed to accept someone teaching my wife to use a gun and God knows what else?” Steve wanted to know. “She got lucky last night. If she’d missed him, my wife would be gone, and we’d be having a different talk.”

Dyson gave him a look. “You think Yelena came up with that by herself? Think about it. Or did your wife ask her to show her some things?”

While Dyson just might be right, Steve wasn’t going to admit to that. “Belova is here on trial. I’ll be talking to her in the next day or so.”

“Talk to her,” Dyson told him. “She’ll listen. But you try and end that arrangement and it will be a full-on war with your wife.”

Steve knew it too. Still, there was something else he wanted to bring up.

“Yelena brought a woman here,” Steve reminded him. “Now, I’m told she was here to do my wife’s nails. But Neal said she looked familiar. He just couldn’t place her. You know anything I don’t?”

“What?” Dyson shook his head. “That woman was a beautician. I did the security check myself.” Dyson chuckled at that. “What do you think a cosmetologist is going to do?”

“Why did Neal recognize her?”

Dyson was still grinning. “How the fuck should I know? Neal is an uptight kiss ass. I’ve never liked him.”

“He’s a good man,” Steve replied.

“He’s a prick,” Dyson told him. “You want to look for rats, you might take a closer look at him.”

Steve realized that Dyson didn’t like Neal. But no one else had a problem with him and he’d proven himself over the last two years.

“How about Scott?” Steve asked.

Dyson side-eyed him. “Really?”

“How is Yelena?” Steve wanted to get off the topic.

The old man’s expression eased. “She’s concussed. But she’ll be okay according to doc. She just needs to take it easy for a couple of days. We’ve doubled security anyway.”

Holding up his hands, Steve didn’t take that on. “Fine. But I’ll be keeping a closer eye on her.”

***

You woke up at just after seven and you were alone. It felt strange as you stretched, sat up. Normally Steve woke you around five in ways that you had come to enjoy. Once he was done, you usually went back to sleep for a while. But today he was gone.

Then the night before all came back to you. The attack on the house. Hansen.

Scrambling to get a shower and get dressed, you were on a mission. Luca was surprised to see you burst into his kitchen the way you did. At first. But you asked him if he could get breakfast ready for Dyson and Yelena, planning to take it to them on trays.

“Dyson’s up already, he just left with Steve,” Luca explained.

“Who went with them?” you had to ask about security. Especially with everything that happened last night.

Luca pulled a face.

“What?”

“Nothing,” he finally muttered. “There was some disagreement on who was going with them. Clint ended up going. But Scott and Neal are still here with us.”

“Steve’s going to check on Nat.” Pulling down a glass, you went for the orange juice in the kitchen. “That fight was bad then.”

Luca chuckled. “I know you didn’t see your old man all that much. And that was stupid on his part. But you’ve got a good head on your shoulders. Just like he did.”

Which was Luca’s way of confirming your suspicions. Okay then.

Pouring yourself some juice, you smiled. “Thank you. It’s just… I didn’t choose this life. But it’s mine now so I’m going to learn it.”

“I don’t doubt you,” he said, getting ingredients.

“Where’s Yelena?”

“Must still be in bed,” the cook went on. “I haven’t seen her.”

“She’s really okay?”

“Concussion,” Luca told her.

“Bastard,” you mumbled, hating Hansen. You didn’t know what happened between her and Hansen in the past. Yet another secret from the past that could come back and bite all of you in the ass. You decided then and there to see if she would tell you what happened there.

“So I’ll get on that breakfast for her.”

You hugged him. “Thank you.”

Luca always had a pot of coffee on. You poured a cup for Yelena. You knew she liked caramel, so you flavored It for her, grabbed a saucer, and headed for the stairs.

You apparently weren’t the only one heading for Yelena’s room. You saw Neal before he saw you and he stopped.

Schooling his expression, he said, “Were you looking for someone, Mrs. Rogers?”

“No. Were you?”

There it was. That impatient smirk. You’d seen it before at the hospital.

“I was just checking on Belova,” he explained benignly.

Yelena had a good rapport with Luca, Clint, and Scott. She put her best face on whenever your husband was in the vicinity. But Neal? You’d never seen them interact now that you thought about it.

“I’ve got it,” you told him. “But thanks.”

“You don’t need to trouble yourself with this,” he was curt. “It’s not your job to look after those of us who work for your husband.”

Oh. Oh. Did he really just talk down to you?

“It is if I want it to be,” you informed him. You couldn’t help it, but your anger rose. Things were already tense, so it didn’t take much. “I’ve never seen you and Yelena talk. It just struck me as odd.”

Oh, that pissed him off. You watched color seep up from the crisp white collar of his shirt.

“Maybe she wouldn’t be injured, Mrs. Rogers, if you hadn’t interfered.” Neal squared up a little, tall as Steve he towered over you. “More people could end up hurt if you continue playing a game that you’re not suited for.”

“I’m new to all of this,” you said slowly, glaring back at him. “It’s true. But I’m not so new that I think I need advice on any aspect of my life from a soldier. Are we clear?”

A muscle at the man’s jaw jumped. It took a minute, but he finally said, “Yes, Mrs. Rogers.”

You shook your head. Who did he think he was?

You waited until he went back the way he came, out of sight, before you tried the door. It was unlocked. You hoped Yelena was okay with you just letting yourself in. You were quiet, trying not to wake her with a start.

As it was, she was already up, scribbling furiously on a notepad on her lap. When her gaze met yours, you saw her tears.

“I brought you coffee,” you told her with a smile. “Are you okay?”

Her face crumbled then, and she buried her face in her hands, sobs shaking her entire body.

You hustled over, placing the coffee on her bedside table with care. It was hot. Then you took a seat on the edge of her bed.

“Yelena,” you told her. “I’m so sorry about your concussion. How do you feel?”

“Like a failure,” she told you.

Wrapping her up in your arms, you held her there. Your gaze drifted to the notepad she’d been writing on. All you had to do was skim the first couple of lines she’d written to realize it was a resignation.

Easing back from her, you made her look at you. “Yelena, we need to talk.”

Stoically, she tried to get a grip on herself. The tears continued to slide down her face and it was a struggle for her to meet your gaze.

“We do,” she said in a shaking voice. “And I accept responsibility for what happened last night. I will… leave today and –”

“What are you talking about? You’re not resigning. I need you,” you assured her.

“You could have been taken or killed,” Yelena’s voice was heavy with self-directed anger.

“But I wasn’t.” You watched her swipe at her tears. “I’m still here.”

“I froze,” she muttered. “I—”

“But I didn’t,” you went on. “Thanks to you.”

Shaking her head, she still looked miserable. “You may want me to stay. But if I don’t resign, your husband will insist I go.”

“Let him try,” you explained. “I’ll go with you.”

Still, your friend looked despondent.

“Yelena, don’t worry about your position here. You won’t lose your position. I promise you that. But I need to know what happened,” you said carefully. “You have a history with Hansen. And I’m not judging you. But—”

Now she looked afraid. Maybe you shouldn’t have said anything. You were about to try and change the subject when she blew out an exhale.

“I know what he said but he… was never my ex,” she said slowly. “I don’t think of him that way.”

Dread flooded your heart at those words. If he wasn’t her ex, what had happened?

“My father worked for Steve’s father, before I was born,” she explained.

You nodded, listening.

“Hansen, is just a little older than your husband,” Yelena continued. “He didn’t have family connections to our world, but he wanted to be part of it very badly. He is ambitious. From what I’m told, he wasn’t well liked when he started out. Your father wasn’t even willing to give him a chance. For a long time, the best he did was take odd jobs he got from the Starks. Things no one else wanted to do.”

You had a bad feeling about her part in this story, but you didn’t say anything.

“When I was small, the feds came after the families in a big way,” she went on. “Another soldier Hansen frequently worked with was gunned down. Hansen survived. Barely. My father and another soldier found him there in the street and they took him in, saved his life.”

You could tell from the tempest of pain and fear in her face that she wished the story had ended there and differently.

“He fooled my father who took him under his wing,” Yelena explained. “He got him on with your husband's family. Once Hansen physically recovered, he demonstrated who he really was. He was ambitious and cruel. Whatever it took to get the job done, he did it. My father was pretty brutal, but Hansen’s tactics didn’t sit well, even with him. Or Dyson. Still, regular as clockwork, he’d visit us. Every month, he’d come to our house to have dinner and catch up with my father. He’d ask my father to tell him stories about his life, fed his ego.”

More tears. You reached for her hand as she struggled to continue her story. She let you.

“By then, my mother had passed, and my brother was always out with his friends. I’d beg him to let me go to a friend’s house,” Yelena told you. “To go anywhere. But he insisted I stay and cook them dinner. It would be good for me to learn, my father said. He meant for me to marry someone in the business, just like you.”

That explained why she wanted to help you. But Yelena became a soldier. And you were about to hear how that happened.

“My father didn’t notice the way he’d leer at me,” she went on. “The minute my father’s back was turned, or he left the room, Hansen was focused on me. It made my skin crawl. I even tried to explain this to my father, but he’d shake his head. ‘Hansen knows you’re not for him,’ he’d tell me. ‘He wouldn’t dare try anything with you because he’d have to deal with me,’ he’d say. And that was true.”

Oh, God.

“That last year of my father’s life, my brother went off to college,” Yelena went on. “He went to Julliard. My father was so proud that he would be a great musician. A cellist. I wanted him to be proud of me. I did well in school. I wanted to be out there in the world, like my brother. My father instead planned to marry me off because he knew he didn’t have long. He would try to introduce me to young soldiers he worked with.”

You shook your head. What was wrong with these men?

“Hansen was furious,” Yelena explained. “On top of those damned monthly dinners, he started showing up outside my school and my job. He’d scare off anyone who tried to talk to me at my father’s bidding. After that, I was afraid to talk to any other boys who were interested in me. I was afraid he’d hurt them.”

Yelena had been way too young to be afraid like that. Like you, she hadn’t had a chance.

“When my father passed? Hansen…” A sob cut her off. “Hansen moved into our house and he… took me. I haven’t heard from my brother since the funeral, nor any other people in my family, since then. He must have threatened them… he must have…”

Your heart broke at the story she told. She’d just been a girl at the mercy of a psychotic brute. You held her, let her cry it out. Yelena was choking on her tears.

You were choking back fury. The same young woman had protected you, helped guide you. Regardless of what the bastard had done to her, he didn’t completely break her. Yelena was strong.

Still, you swore to yourself you would make him pay.

“You survived him,” you whispered, your own tears pooling in your eyes. “You got away from him.”

Yelena eased away, nodded. The sliver of pride that had her chin rising gave you hope.

“I was his prisoner for over a year,” she said finally. “I didn’t leave the house. I didn’t speak to anyone. I had no access to a phone, to any media. I thought I was going to die.”

“You didn’t.”

“I didn’t,” Yelena said like she still had to convince herself. “One day he came back from a job, and he was badly beaten up. I was able to overpower him. I got out.”

“Can I ask you something?” When she nodded, you went on. “You stayed here, in Boston. Why? Why didn’t you go anywhere else? You could have disappeared.”

“He would have found me,” she said simply. “He wouldn’t have stopped until he did. When he wants something, he’s the most ruthless person you’ve ever encountered. There was only one place where I could go and be safe. I had to be protected by one of the families.”

You felt sick. Really?

“But not as a wife,” you offered.

“No, I’m not suitable for that now,” she explained. “But after what I went through, using sex to meet my goals didn’t seem so unreasonable. I hooked up with a soldier in the Wilson family. It wasn’t a relationship. He wanted sex. I wanted someone to teach me. I learned the basics from him. After he pointed me in the right direction, I did the rest on my own. I became a soldier.”

“Oh, my God,” you muttered.

“My relationship wasn’t enough to protect me on its own. So I moved around a lot, couch surfed,” she went on. “Dyson knew me because he and my father both worked for the Rogers family. I ran into him one night and... He helped me get jobs here and there. He let me stay at his house when I needed it."

You must have made a face at that.

"He was living with you," she told you. "Dyson has a home. Apparently, he chooses to live here to keep an eye on you."

That thought had you smiling. Dyson was the closest thing you actually had to a father.

"He got me the gig at your wedding.”

And you were so grateful for that.

“When you offered me this,” she said slowly, “you didn’t realize that you saved me.”

You smiled through your own tears. “We are saving each other.”

“It’s the best life I can have now.”

“You can’t say that,” you told her. “You could be anything you wanted, Yelena. You could be happy one day. Maybe even find someone who cares about you.”

“No one would want me now,” she said bitterly. “I’m scarred, damaged.”

That son-of-a-bitch. Whatever he’d done to her had been awful. You didn’t need to have that explained to you.

But he would pay.

“But I promise,” Yelena told you. “As long as I live, I will not let him do to you what he did to me.”

“I believe you.” You meant it. “And I’m really hoping you’ll stay by my side. I need you.”

“It may not be our choice.”

You didn’t miss her meaning.

“It will be my choice,” you assured her. “Don’t worry about that. Right now, rest. Luca is making your breakfast right now.”

She shook her head. “You’re taking care of me. That’s not how it’s supposed to go.”

“Fuck tradition,” you told her. You tore off the page she’d been writing on and ripped it in half. “I could care less how any of this is supposed to go. Now rest.”

***

Bucky smiled when Katerina opened the door of her apartment, showing off her assets in a barely-there negligee. The deep plum color flattered her. The painted smile she flashed had him looking forward to the evening ahead.

As he walked in, he saw there were artfully placed candles to set the mood. The scent of her perfume lingered in the air. There was a sumptuous charcuterie board with wine and glasses waiting for him, as she led him to the sofa.

“I missed you,” Kat promised him, her dark eyes sparkling.

Did she? Or was it her allowance that he continued after Rogers broke off from her?

It didn’t really matter. Bucky had plenty of money and Kat had something valuable to offer him in addition to sex. And the sex was pretty fantastic.

Bucky sank down onto her couch, letting her take a seat in his lap. She grinned to feel his hardness beneath her. Her slender hands slid up around his neck and she kissed his mouth with care and finesse.

Ending the kiss, he blew out an exhale. There was a little bit of business to attend to first.

“What’s on your mind, lover?” Kat asked sweetly.

Grinning, Bucky pulled his phone from his pocket. Hansen had sent him the picture an hour or so ago.

The smile faded from Kat’s face as she looked over the picture of the girl looking fearfully at the camera.

“I don’t want to see her.” She was pouting.

“Take a closer look,” Bucky bid her. “She’s not who you think.”

Kat looked at him in confusion. Then she really studied the picture. “Who? Who is she?”

“She’s nobody special to you,” he explained. “But she is missing.”

“Aside from the fact that she looks like her,” she wouldn’t say Mrs. Rogers, “why does she matter?”

“She works in a local donut shop,” Bucky told her as he pocketed his phone. “I need you to make sure your sister knows that. I want her to make sure Bruce Banner knows that.”

A smile slowly curved those sensuous lips, but it didn’t reach her eyes. “I can do that.”

“But you want something?” Bucky wondered if she knew how easy she was to read.

Kat nodded, her long glossy curls catching the light. “I want to know why.”

That was the best part. And if Kat were going to continue helping him burn down Steve Rogers’ life, well, he decided he really should tell her something.

“Well, the last mission I sent you on worked spectacularly,” Bucky told her with a grin, brushing a kiss over her bare shoulder. “Apparently Mr. and Mrs. Banner had quite a fight.”

“Why does that matter?” she asked, very interested in the answer.

Bucky brushed another kiss over her neck. “It matters because the girl in that picture worked in a shop on Steve’s turf. Her older sister was best friends with Natasha in college. That should push Steve’s sister deeper into her current hysteria.”

The smile was brilliant now. “You’re pulling his entire world apart, aren’t you lover?”

“That’s the plan.” Bucky continued to press kisses to her warm skin. “To show him there’s no one I can’t reach. That no one around him is safe. Not the people he’s supposed to protect. Not his sister. Not his men… Not his new bride.”

The pout was back. “You should have taken her, not that girl.”

Hansen had come pretty close.

Bucky kissed those pouty lips. “In time,” he whispered against them.

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Nick Fury: Please sing the national anthem of the United States

Steve: *singing* Oh, say can you see, by the dawns early light-

Natasha: *singing* What’s so proudly, we hailed-

Bruce: *singing* At the twilights last gleaming-

Y/N: *singing* AND IIIIIIIIIIII WILL ALWAYSSS LOVE YOUUUUUUU-

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Screenshot from Avengers Tower Yule Log released by Marvel.

This is the cutest thing ever. It's like, I'm transported to the 2012 Avengers era. Look at the stockings! 😭

Names on the stockings: Maria, Darcy, Clint, Thor, Tony, Pepper, Nat, Rhodey, Steve, Happy and Bruce.

(Also, Bruce's stockings😭😭😭😭)

#what if #what if...?#mcu what if #marvel what if #what if season 2 #what if...? season 2 #maria hill #darcy lewis #clint barton #thor odinson #tony stark #pepper potts #natasha romanoff #rhodey #james rhodes #steve rogers #happy hogan #bruce banner

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THE AVENGERS INITIATIVE

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Hey! could you please right a natasha x wife r? Idk if you remember when the avengers have to take refuge and they have to go to clints house (he's reluctant bc he has a secret family only nat knows about)? well could you write it so it's actually nats family that no one knows about? and she's super reluctant to take them there

everyone's alive and no one knew she had a family (not even clint) and the timeline is SUPER wack bc plot twist, yelenas already there. the avengers are hurt nat didn't tell them and they're kinda mad too

nats wife doesn't like having them there bc it's her home and they're putting them all in more danger then they normally are in. the kids don't like them either bc they 'take their mom away' or something like that (but the kids adooore their aunt yelena)

this is super long I'm sorry but the idea has been plaguing my head and I feel like it would be fun to read about. thank you and have a great day!

hi! yes! don’t worry about it being too long, i’ll listen to and write whatever thoughts you have.

safehouse

You and Yelena were baking a cake when pack of Avengers came piling through the front door.

You were expecting Natasha later in the week, and alone. Not with the danger that is literally standing in your doorway.

That was the best part of this place, there was no danger. Nat left work at work, and when she came home all she focused on was her family—you, Yelena, and your two lovely children.

So you were definitely surprised, and not happy, to see the other five Avengers.

You walk further into the living room, and when Nat sees you, her face is immediately apologetic.

“Babe—“

“Who are all these people?” Yelena comes and stands beside you in the living room, staring up at all the men.

“This is Steve, Clint, Tony, Thor, and Bruce. They’re my friends,” Natasha shrugs.

“Uh, no, we’re not your friends now,” Clint crosses his arms with sass.

“They’re the Avengers,” You correct your wife. “And they shouldn’t be here.”

“Listen, I wasn’t going to even bring them here, but—“

“It’s our fault, ma’am,” Steve interrupted.

“Oh, here we go,” Tony throws his hands in the air.

“What?” Steve whines.

“First the language, and now the manners. Good god,” Tony rolls his eyes.

“Okay, take it elsewhere. More preferably, back to where you came from,” You fake smile, earning a glare from Nat.

“Where are the kids?” Nat asks, and you get the feeling she needs to talk. Alone.

“Upstairs in the playroom. Yelena, why don’t you take them outside to play on the swing set?” You ask sweetly.

“Ah, gotcha,” Yelena gave a look to Natasha that said, good luck.

The kids say hello to Nat, made faces at the men still in your living room, and then squealed with joy out the door because their mama is home.

You looked away from the door and back up at the Avengers once again. Nat softly grabs you by the arm and pulls your towards the other side of the living room.

“What are they doing here, Nat?” You lean closer, your foreheads slightly touching.

“I had no other choice,” Natasha’s raspy voice makes it hard not to forgive her.

You sigh and purse your lips.

“Really,” Nat insists. “If there was any other choice, I would have made it. We just got into a little trouble, and need to camp out for a few days.”

You made a vow not to ask what trouble she was in, so you kept your mouth shut when she says this.

“Okay. But if there’s even a little bit of damage to the house, they are paying for it,” You lift your head up and walk back towards the group, Natasha following close behind.

Nat glances your way, then back at the boys, “We can stay here. But only for a few days.”

“So this is where Lady Natasha goes every time she takes off,” Thor nods.

“Yes. A home we didn’t even know about?” Bruce shakes his head.

“I can’t believe you never told me,” Clint looks genuinely hurt when Nat looks at him. “I thought we were friends.”

“Yeah, what he said,” Tony puts his hand on his chest.

You roll your eyes and head back to the kitchen before the cake burns, letting your wife deal with her friends/fellow Avengers.

You finish the frosting Yelena had started, and ice the cake once it comes out of the oven. You then start on dinner. Something easy everyone can enjoy—pasta.

Dinner goes about as well as you thought it would.

Nat and the kids catch up. She just saw them a week or so ago, so there isn’t much to catch up, but you love watching Natasha play and talk with the kids.

You try not to laugh as the kids keep making faces at the guys.

Your daughter starts to kick Tony in the shin, to which him and your daughter start having a staring contest.

“Okay, what are you guys doing?” Nat asked.

“Your tiny agent keeps kicking me,” Tony says, never taking his eyes off the smaller girl.

“Okay she’s not an agent, and it’s probably because you take her mother away every chance you get,” You sighed with frustration. “Good she’s kicking you, maybe you’ll leave then.”

“Y/n—“

“I’m sorry,” You look at your wife. “I said it was okay, even though you’re putting us it more danger. But, I will try to be civil, but only for Natasha.”

“Thank you.”

Later in the night you had assigned everyone to places in the house to spend the night.

Yelena had volunteered to spend the night with the kids, so at least two people could bunk in there, and it was fine by you because the kids adored Yelena.

So two people slept in Yelena’s room, you had one in the living room, and two in the guest room downstairs.

“They are mad at me, you know?” Nat brushed through her hair.

“They’ll get over it. It’s a safe house,” You wrap your arms around her waist from behind. “You are supposed to keep it secret.”

“I know,” Nat turns so you two are face to face. “I love you, and thank you for letting us stay here. We’ll be out of her in two days, tops.”

“Good,” You plant a kiss on the side of Natasha’s mouth.

“But I might not be back for a while,” Nat cups your cheek in her hand.

“I had a feeling,” You look down.

“I’ll just have to make it up to you.”

“How about you start now?” You lift a brow and squeal as your wife picks you up and puts you on the bed.

Danger aside, you loved having your wife back in your arms, and you were granted with just that from this crazy mission.

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