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trillian-anders · 4 years

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chambers - x

pairing: bucky barnes x reader

warnings: violence, angst, slow burn

word count: 3684

Description: post-endgame. Steve Rogers has passed away from old age. The one remarkable thing is that no one knew his heart would be in the condition it was. He was able to save one more life. After receiving his heart, strange things start happening. Including something that would change your life forever. (Inspired by the Netflix series of the same name.)

Were you being naive? Maybe.

You feet pounded against the pavement, head finally going clear for the first time since yesterday. The clouds are finally parting. You kissed Eric. And you liked it, but Steve had to be interfering. The fluttering in your chest wasn’t there. Maybe. Or maybe you didn’t like him as much as you thought you did? You couldn’t figure it out.

He was enamored by you though, he made it clear when you’d shared dinner in your room, wrapped under his arm. “I really like you,” He said. So why did it not make you happy?

Something was wrong.

With you? Maybe. With him? You weren’t sure. He was a sweet guy, charming, funny, handsome. But Steve had to be interfering. Steve’s emotions had to be interfering. Is that why you couldn’t make the connection?

You lapped Eric again. He was laughing, calling after you saying you should go to the Olympics. You didn’t think it was funny.

Bucky met your pace, but he didn’t speak, choosing instead to run alongside you. Silently. Your stomach soured. It was like you cheated on him almost, but you didn’t. Technically if you really think about it, Steve did. Why the fuck did you call him Jaime? Because you thought that would make him soft for you? Because you thought then he would give in?

Two steps forward and one step back. He’d just gotten friendly with you. And you’d ruined it. But maybe this was his olive branch. Maybe you should say you’re sorry. Maybe you should…

“Slow down.” His hand met your arm, halting your movements, your legs shaking. You pushed yourself too far. You breathed heavily, putting your hands on your knees, trying to catch your breath. “Did you not learn anything the last time?” You glared up at him. He rested his hands on his hips, looking out across the field where the agents were beginning warm ups. Eric was among them. “Look, maybe I was a little harsh on you last night.” He sighed, rubbing his eyes before crossing his arms across his broad chest. “You just… caught me off guard.”

“I didn’t mean to say that,” You sighed, standing to your full height, “It just came out.” He nods,

“I know.” The two of you stare at each other for a moment before he continues, “I know you can’t help it, Sam and Bruce… they tell me all the time. It’s just…”

“Hard.” You shift from foot to foot awkwardly, “I know.” He sighed heavily,

“If you want to learn some moves,” He started, “Just defensive, and just in case, I’ll be willing to practice with you. But only because I don’t want you to have to rely on instinct and only because Zemo is a threat, understood?” You nodded rapidly, standing a little straighter. “This doesn’t mean I’m agreeing to send you in as bait and this doesn’t mean I’m agreeing to have you actually fight anyone.”

“Of course,” You agreed, “Sure.” This was a step, and hopefully one that wouldn’t set you too far back.

Wanda stirred her tea, looking over the video. Again and again. Trying to figure out where Zemo had recorded it. There was a window behind him, high off the ground, so it had to be a warehouse. But where?

“How’s it going?” Sam entered the kitchen, popping a k-cup into the keurig.

“There’s no identifying markers, but we could probably enhance the background audio enough to hear if there are cars going by or--”

“How are you doing?” Sam pulled a mug from the cabinet, “Is what I was really asking.” Wanda nodded, shutting the laptop.

“I’m okay,” She hugged herself, “Just worried.”

“They don’t have tesseract power anymore.” Sam reasoned, “And in this universe the infinity stones no longer exist. He destroyed them.” Thanos, Thanos destroyed them.

“But what about the other ones?” She asked, “Steve opened an alternate universe when he stayed, what if in his Thanos never destroyed them?” Sam set his mug down heavily, hands bracing the counter.

“Is this why you can’t sleep at night?” Yes. She shook her head, leaning back in her seat.

“I’m just saying, the possibility is there.”

“Potentially, yes.” Sam took a sip of his coffee. “I wouldn’t even know where to begin to wrap my head around that.”

“Goodmorning,” You called cheerfully entering the kitchen, Bucky passing you to grab a water bottle from the fridge. Wanda smiled,

“How did you sleep?” She asked, holding a hand out to you. You walked into it, letting her pull you into her side.

“I slept alright,” You shrugged, looking at Sam.

“How are you guys?” Sam began making breakfast, something he liked to do.

“Cooking distracts me from other things,” He told you once, “It helps me relax.” It helped that Bucky and Peter had the appetite they did because the amount of food that Sam would cook could feed half the compound.

“We’re going to have a meeting later,” Sam said to you, “You should be there.” Bucky’s spoon clanked against the side of his bowl,

“Is it really necessary?” He asked, glaring at his friend, “What happened to keeping her in the dark?”

“Hasn’t worked out very well,” Wanda mused. “Steve’s passwords are still in the system.” Sam and Bucky both looked at you as you sank down a little in your chair, turning to glare at Wanda. “I think it’s funny that neither of you had even thought about it.”

“How long have you been in the system?” Sam asked, clearing some dishes off the kitchen island.

You shrugged, picking at a string attached to your shirt. “Since I found out who it was.” You glanced at Bucky, then turned your attention back to Sam, “I know what Zemo is capable of with a year of planning, but he may have been planning this for… almost ten years?” You stood to help him clean up, placing your bowl and cup in the dishwasher. “There has to be something deeper than just turning myself over so he can harvest a little blood. I doubt it’s as simple as that.” Sam agreed.

“We’ll talk about this more in the meeting later,” Bucky stood from the stool, “Are you ready?” He asked you.

“Ready for what?” Wanda stood as well, circling the island.

You grinned, “He’s gonna show me some moves.”

Your back hit the mat and you groaned. Steve was not helping today, but today wasn’t also life or death like the other instances had seemed to be. No fight or flight instinct to hone in on.

“Which is good,” Bucky claimed, “Because you can't rely on that.” He held his hand out to you and you felt your heart skip a beat when you grabbed it, letting him help you from the ground. “Here.” His foot kicked your feet apart, hands pulling your elbows tight to your chest. “Try again.”

You swung your right arm the way he’d shown you to, hip turning, ball of foot pivoting, right into his arm, blocking you. “Gotta move faster than that, you’ve got speed on your side versus muscle. Try again.” And again, and again. Until your arms felt like lead and you were panting over the water fountain taking steady sips. Bucky, the show off, was benching five hundred pounds behind you like it was nothing. It rattled you.

How much could you really bench? Steve could do almost a thousand pounds, if not a full thousand. You look down at your own hands, wondering. Could you do half? Because even really two hundred pounds would be incredibly impressive. Maybe you should ask Bruce and Peter about trying? Just like with the running? What if…

“Hey.” Eric. But it didn’t feel like before. You remembered feeling excited to see him before, but now it just filled you with dread. What was happening to you?

“Hey.” You breathed, stuffing your hands in the pockets of your sweatshirt. Eric smiled, brushing the hair out of your face before pulling you into a soft kiss. The weights dropped with a heavy clang. You quickly pulled away, heat rushing to your face as you turned from Eric slightly to see Bucky staring at you with an indiscernible expression in the mirror’s reflection. Your stomach dropped.

“What’s wrong?” Eric’s hand on your arm, turning your attention back to him. Your tongue felt thick in your mouth, vision spinning. Fuck.

Fuck.

You seethed. This jealousy festering in your chest. This hurt. What were you doing? This was so dumb. It’s just Bucky. Your friend Bucky. Your Bucky. Arm wrapped around another beautiful redhead, one who’d pointedly ignored you all night.

“Why did you have to bring him?” She asked when the two of you strolled up. Bucky had rolled his eyes,

“He was invited before you were.” And a pout. But Bucky was handsome, and strong. Girls would compromise if it meant going on a date with him. You were just left to suffer.

Bucky loved dating. And you knew it. He loved going out, dancing, splitting shakes at the diner, taking walks around Brooklyn Heights just as the sun went down and the heat was leaving the pavement. And you were a witness to it all.

You missed the days where it was just the two of you. Days before Bucky was chasing skirts. Back when the two of you were just kicking cans in the street and trading pennies for bubblegum and short comics. Back when you’d only just discovered why Bucky always seemed to have peppermint oil on him and when he would stand between you and whatever problem you’d been trying to face on your own.

Not that he didn’t do that now.

He just didn’t know about this one.

You loved Bucky. And Bucky loved you, but you couldn’t tell if this was really normal or not. This infatuation. You wanted him all to yourself. It was hard to share him with other people. You stuffed your hands heavily in your pockets as you trailed behind the two of them.

Bucky and Vivian.

Vivian a girl with more air between her ears than brain. Her parents came from money and a lot of it. You almost couldn’t bear to be around her. No common sense or real life knowledge and it was no secret that she looked down on you for the financial status you had. You found yourself kicking rocks behind them, hoping one would snag her hose and leave her reeling and needing to go home.

But it wasn’t the case.

“You good pal?” Bucky turned, that fucking smile that made your heart skip a beat. What a fucking joke.

“Yeah,” Steve’s voice came out terse and shaky, “I’m good.” Bucky knew you were lying. His face fell a little before turning back to Vivian and saying,

“Let’s get you home huh?” He shifted his jacket onto her shoulders and you could see her dimpled cheek press against his shoulder. “Gettin’ cold out here.”

You waited off to the side as he stood on the step below her, her arms thrown over his shoulders as she pressed a bold kiss to his lips. The reflection in the window showed a strange expression on your face. One that seemed familiar and not familiar at the same time. You knew you were jealous. You knew you hated that girl. But this was Steve. Steve was jealous. Steve hated that girl.

But why was he showing you this?

“You couldn’t have fucking caught her?” Bucky yelled, cradling your body to his. His left hand growing bloody from the open wound on the back of your head. Eric stumbled over his words,

“It just happened so fast, I didn’t—” He was shaking, following Bucky as he brought you down to the lab.

“Go back to training.” Bucky spat, not turning to look at him. “She’ll call you when she wakes up.” His heart was racing, he knew you’d be fine, but he didn’t need to tell Eric that. Let the asshole sweat it out. Bucky knew the signs. Your eyes unfocused and glassy, the slowness in which you turned your head. A seizure was coming on. The fucking idiot beside you just watched as your eyes rolled and you fell back, hitting your head on the side of the water fountain.

What a fucking moron.

“Peter.” Bucky stated calmly, the younger boy looking up from the slides he was examining to watch Bucky lay your body on the cot. “Get me some antiseptic and bandages, I think she might need stitches.” Your face was pale, eyes moving rapidly behind your lids. To be fair, it always scared the shit out of him, even though Bruce said you’d be fine. It wasn’t a real seizure, it just looks like one.

“What happened?” Peter asked, laying out the items Bucky needed, “What triggered it I mean?” Bucky shrugged, wiping at the mess of blood on the back of your head before a small cut came into view. Not as bad as he thought it was going to be.

“I don’t know,” He put pressure on the cut, grabbing another wipe and sterilizing the needle he was about to use. “Fucking idiot Joston didn’t catch her, clipped her head on the water fountain in the training room.�� Peter sucked in his teeth, ripping a bandage package open and grabbing a rag.

“Bruce should be back soon,” He said, “He went to talk to Sam about something with her blood.” Bucky tensed at that, looking at the kid and urging him to continue, “Since Zemo seemed so interested Bruce was having us both examine it, looking for what traces of the serum were in there. Shield had once tried to synthesize the serum after all of it was destroyed, but…”

He took a small light and aimed it at your head where Bucky was neatly giving you three stitches. “We wanted to see if it was even possible, they had never been able to do it. Agent Carter got rid of the samples before they were able to complete their work. But that’s not going to say that paired with the version you received that it would be impossible to recreate something close if not the same as what Steve had.”

Bucky wiped the area with an antiseptic towelette, letting out a heavy sigh, “Still we don’t know what he’s going to try and use it for. He got rid of the Winter Soldier program. Took all five agents out when he could have just kept them, so why now?” Peter handed him the bandage and Bucky carefully applied it to the back of your head, smoothing over it with his fingers.

“That’s what we’re trying to figure out.” Peter began cleaning up the mess as Bucky brushed the hair out of your face, a strange expression on his.

“Let me know as soon as you’ve got something.” A thumb brushed against your cheek softly as you stirred, then retreating footsteps. Your head was pounding. You groaned,

“This has got to stop happening,” You whined, pushing yourself to sit up. Peter’s hands came to your arms, helping you. “I’m more accident prone now than I was before.” You joked, Peter gave you an uneasy smile.

“I don’t think Sergeant Barnes is too keen on it either.” You sighed, fingers coming to brush against the bandage on the back of your head, your hair still slightly damp and sticky with blood. You looked at your red tinted fingers,

“Did he do this?” You ask, shifting on the cot to swing your legs over the side.

“Yeah, seemed pretty pissed at that new recruit about it too.” Eric. Oh shit. Eric. Your vertebrae cracked as you stood, legs still shaky. “Relax, Wanda is on her way.” You look around the lab noticing your chart on the screen, twisting red blood cells under a microscope.

“Gotta start wearing some protective gear soon.” You joked, “What’s going on here?” You pointed to the microscope image being projected onto the screen. Peter looked at it and then back at you before asking,

“Have you talked to your parents about this at all?”

…

“Hey Mom, it’s me. I’m just calling to check in.” You paced your room, trying not to scratch the back of your head where you knew your cut was healing, “I just need to ask you something, so if you could give me a call back whenever. I love you, bye.” You ended the call, looking at your home screen.

It wasn’t unusual for you to go a day or two without talking to your parents. And you were sure to call them every few days just to make them aware that you were still alive and everything was fine. But it had been a while, and aside from the occasional text you hadn’t talked much since getting to the compound.

Maybe that was a mistake.

Zemo had to know about them right? He knew where you were and what you were doing right now supposedly so he had to know something about them. You just hoped they were okay.

They lived right across the bridge in New Jersey, but worked in the city. You had no other siblings, but they had a couple of dogs and lived in a fairly decent house in a suburb not too far away from you. You’d go home sometimes and do your laundry there, steal a couple boxes of cereal out of the pantry, dogsit when they went on vacations.

But you couldn’t help but feel some kind of resentment from them.

They would be better off if you’d just died as a child.

You were always so sickly and needed a lot of care. It took a lot of money to finally get you healthy and to keep you alive. There was no doubt that you harbored some guilt from it, even if they never said anything to you about it. You owed them whatever help you could give them.

It’s why Zemo’s offer seemed so good for a split second.

Until the next second made you realize how selfish that would be and how you could never do that because surely it meant the end of the world. How could it not?

But he had to know that right? That you would never do that? Maybe.

“Are you okay?” Bucky stepped into the room, taking his hands out of his pockets to reach for your bandage, “Let me see how you’re holding up.” Your heart skipped a beat.

“Yeah, I think I’m fine.” Your head was still tender in spots, he gently tugged the bandage back, looking beneath before pulling it off all together.

“You should shower, just be careful with your stitches, they’re almost healed.” He crumpled the slightly bloody thing in his hand before disappearing into the bathroom. You could hear the sink start.

“They’re almost healed?” You asked incredulously.

“Yeah,” He called, “Probably the serum.” What little of it you had. He stepped from the bathroom, drying his hands on a towel. “So… you and Eric?” He leaned against the wall of the bathroom, giving you an odd look.

The look Steve had in the memory.

Was he… “I guess,” You shrugged, sitting on the edge of the bed, “I don’t really have time to think about that right now, but… I don’t think we are really together it’s just…” You shook your head, “Why does it matter?” Why were you defending yourself to him?

“I need you to stay away from him.” He stated simply, tossing the towel aside.

“Because you don’t like him?”

“I have a gut feeling.” Always with the gut feeling. You rolled your eyes. Yes, you might not like Eric as much as you originally thought you did, but avoiding him completely would be almost impossible right now.

“You always have a gut feeling.” You joked.

“Have I ever been wrong?”

“Yes,” You laughed, “You told Steve once that he shouldn’t apply for that job in Manhattan off of a gut feeling, but it worked out and he made good money drawing those comics.” Bucky jokingly scoffed,

“The kid got beaten up left and right in Manhattan with no one to help him.”

“So really you didn’t want him to go because it took him away from you?” The playful joking mood dropped and Bucky gave you a serious look, averting his eyes from yours before quietly replying,

“Yes.” Your heart sank as you stared at him shifting awkwardly across from you. Tugging your lip between your teeth nervously you said softly,

“I’ll be okay Buck. I can handle Eric.” You stood, taking a step closer to him, “It’s Zemo I’m worried about right now,” You gently grabbed his hand, “I’m not too concerned with a crush.” I’m only concerned with you. His blue eyes met yours, focused, he squeezed your hand reassuringly.

Your phone rang, the shrill chimes from the bed ruining the moment. You walked over seeing your Mom’s picture flashing across the screen, “Hey,” You answered breathlessly. “Yeah, how are you?” You gave Bucky an apologetic look and he walked over squeezing your shoulder before leaving the room.

“Why haven’t you called lately?” She asked on the other end, scolding almost.

“I’ve just been busy,” You fell back against the bed, “I have something important to ask you actually.”

“Yeah you said in your message,” You could hear one of the dogs barking in the background. “Sorry, there’s a squirrel on the porch. What is it?” Your heart was racing thinking back to your earlier conversation with Peter. Did you really want to know the answer to this question? And how important was it, really, to relay this answer back to him?

“I just wanted to know…” Could you even ask this question? You picked at the skin on your fingernails, sighing heavily, you closed your eyes before staring intently at the ceiling. “Uhhh nevermind…. just, how have you been the past few weeks? Catch me up.”

Fucking Chicken.

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alittlefoxedup · 4 years

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An Unexpected Reunion

I’m gonna try out this Omega Jason Todd Week challenge thing with an idea that’s been in my head for awhile.

Day 1: Jason presents post-Lazarus

Roy Harper is rescued by someone who claims they’ve met, but he can’t figure out how he’s supposed to know the omega.

The whole rescue had been a bit of a blur for Roy. Bread and water for a month, maybe more, would do that. He could really go for a burger. The idea of food was the only thing keeping his feet moving. That and his mysterious rescuer. Grateful as he was, Roy wanted to know who and why. If anyone was going to rescue him, he thought it would have been Oliver or the Titans. Neither came.

He was pretty sure he couldn’t blame being out of the hero loop on not knowing this guy. The guy had clearly been in the business for a long time, but Roy had never heard of him. People only heard about the ones that got caught or boasted. Roy didn’t think his rescuer fell into either category. He was pretty sure his rescuer could run laps around everyone he knew and they’d never know.

Finding out what this guy wanted with Roy was Roy’s new top priority after eating all of this guy’s food. He couldn’t see the smirk but could feel it. His rescuer wore a red hood and mask covering the bottom half of his face. It was hard to make out any features except for blue eyes and a streak of white in his black hair. The gray body armor disguised as leathers was an interesting choice. Roy liked the bronze gauntlets and greaves. The modern mixed with some traditional worked well on the guy.

“You won’t enjoy all that coming back up.” His rescuer took the rest of the food away.

Roy nodded, already full on a sandwich and half an apple. He wasn’t sure when the last time he had juice was, but he was starting to feel better. His stomach wasn’t going to be happy later but whatever. He switched to the glass of water he’d been given and tried for answers.

“So who are you?”

The guy shrugged. “Different people call me different names.”

“Uh huh, must be hard for name recognition when you don’t want anyone to know you exist.”

“My mother told me the same thing. I’ve been going by Red Hood for awhile.”

Roy frowned. There were a few times he’d helped Dick out and that name had popped up. He was pretty sure it was the name Joker went by before going, well, batshit. Only a large amount of guts or small amount of intelligence could be responsible.

“You wouldn’t be the first to question it.”

“I’m sure. Why’d you pick it?”

The guy shook his head. “Long story.”

“Mhmm, then why’d you save my sorry ass?”

“That’s not how I’d describe it, and you deserve better. I kinda know a thing or two about never measuring up in a mentor’s view.”

Roy tilted his head. “Is that so?”

“Uh, yeah.” Red Hood went to rub the back of his neck and knocked his hood off. With a better view, he looked familiar in a way Roy couldn’t place.

“So why’d you really save me?”

“I wasn’t planning to, but it seems everyone got caught in legal tape. I think the only reason they kept you there was to get something in exchange for ‘graciously’ letting you live. They weren’t moving fast enough in my opinion.”

“You think I’m gonna buy that? You’ve stayed off everyone’s radar just to get involved now?”

“Fine. You did something for me that was small for you but meant a lot to me. I’m paying you back.”

Roy didn’t buy it, but the last explanation sounded the closest to the truth. He was given the option to stay until he was back to full strength. The guy probably didn’t save him just to kill him so Roy stayed. The home cooked meals were heavenly after the crap he’d been eating for the past year. The house was on the beach and far away from the rest of the world.

The first week was tense. Roy was probably to blame. Hood took his mask off after a few days and called Roy by his real name which unsettled Roy for awhile. There were little things that rung bells that Roy couldn’t place. He watched Hood sometimes discreetly sometimes blatantly. The scent blockers coming off were as much as a shock as the omega scent that followed. Hood started to make more sense.

Roy slowly got back into training. Everything had taken a hit so he had to work back to where he’d been before. He tried pushing himself once then was knocked down by Hood. The scolding was from concern so Roy let Hood come up with his recovery routine as long as he got to watch Hood do his workout.

Sparring came two weeks in. Hood always won. Roy had used every trick he could think of to win and got nowhere. That didn’t mean he didn’t enjoy it. Hood’s quips were as quick as his attacks, and Roy could match him. The line between banter and flirting became blurred to the point Roy didn’t care. An omega that could beat him in a fight and took care of him was slowly becoming what he wanted. Roy just hoped it wasn’t all one sided.

It took a month and a half for them to have nightmares the same night. Late night tv kept the edge off. Roy threw one arm on the back of the couch. It landing behind where Hood was sitting meant nothing and everything. Roy wasn’t sure if it was just an inch between them or a canyon.

“What was it that I did that you felt like you owed me?” The question had been at the back of his mind for awhile. His nightmare and the silence pushed it forward.

Hood leaned into his arm some. “You gave me your number.”

“I think I would remember giving my number to someone as pretty as you.” Roy let his hand drop onto Hood’s shoulder and toy with the loose thread.

“I wasn’t an omega then, and I was fourteen.”

“How old are you now?”

“Roughly twenty one.”

“Roughly?” Roy frowned. Seven years ago he would have been running with the original Titans. He’d given his number to plenty of people.

“You said I could call you whenever I needed to rant about family and you’d tell me embarrassing stories until I felt better.”

Roy’s hand stopped moving. He remembered that conversation. There hadn’t been any calls because that kid died. Roy had visited his grave, but all the little things he noticed made sense if the guy he kinda had an arm around was Dick’s kid brother. He certainly wasn’t a kid anymore.

“Jason? How?”

The fear mixed into the omega’s scent pulled at Roy’s heart. He knew that kind of fear. Fear of a rejection that was sure to happen, that had maybe happened already. It was a fear Roy had become all too familiar with. He hated it, especially coming from the person who’d been looking out for him.

“It’s okay. I believe you. You don’t have to tell me specifics, but I want to know what happened if you can tell me.” Roy pulled Jason close and kept his arms around him.

“I don’t really know. I just woke up with all my injuries still there and six feet of dirt above me. Talia found me and took me in. Ra’s was interested then grew bored. She put me in the Lazarus Pit so he wouldn’t do something. Ra’s was pissed. I presented a couple hours later. Talia thinks that’s because the Pit fixed the malnutrition. I found out about what happened while I was gone.” Jason took a deep breath. “The Pit Madness latched onto that. I was sent to some different teachers. One of them got through to me so I was able to fight off the Pit. I went back to Talia and looked after Damian until he was sent to… Gotham.”

“I don’t know what you mean about the Pit Madness.”

“Means I was more than wrathful about not being avenged and a new kid in my suit. Ducra explained some stuff about not everyone being capable of taking a life. Some people can physically do it, but the mental side could shut them down or turn them into a monster. It made sense. He’s never been exactly mentally healthy.”

“You were missed. I saw it almost ruin Dick and heard about what it did to Bruce. Hell, we talked like three times, and I missed you. You were mourned and still are being grieved, Jay.” Roy pulled Jason into his neck and ran a hand through his hair. He’d wanted to repay him but not like this.

“I tried to go back, but they wouldn’t listen. One whiff of my scent and they started screaming at me how it was a horrible joke and I was an awful person for even thinking of doing that. They wouldn’t listen. They ordered me to leave and never come back. I can’t even see Damian now.”

Roy held onto him tightly and bit back his growl. An alpha’s order was near impossible for their pup to ignore. Grief made people do stupid things, but the logic and evidence run Bats shouldn’t have been that stupid.

“I can kidnap Dick and force him to listen to you.”

Jason shook his head and buried deep into Roy’s neck. The quiet sobs and tears hurt worse than any knife or bullet. Roy didn’t know how to fix that so he held him together while Jason fell apart.

The tv droned on about nothing.

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starsscribble · 7 years

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He Handle My Family

Part 2 of Deal with My Family

Relationship: Family and Lover

Fandom: DC Comics

Character: Bat Family, Wally West

Walking around in Central City hand in hand with Wally West my current boyfriend. It has been two years since Allen broke up with me after meeting my family. I haven’t had a serious boyfriend since; only a few flings here and there. The press loves me. However, after moving out of Gotham and into Central City to manage a branch of the Wayne Company I met Wally West through Dick of course.

I remember the day clearly; I was working soft music playing in the air of my office. Sure enough, my door gets busted open showing, Dick. Turning off the music Dick states that I am to come with him for lunch since I hadn’t been home and visited. With little argument, I head out with him. What Dick failed to tell me was that he was also meeting up with Wally West for lunch. Throughout the time of knowing my family secret, I didn’t really meet many heroes. Clark and Diane were the only two; however, I did know many of their civilian identities. Lunch with Dick and Wally was fun, I hadn’t laughed that hard in a long time. After that Wally and I seemed to keep running into each other; I’m positive Wally did it on purpose. But we really hit it off and soon started to date.

“Babe? Babe?” Wally snapped his fingers in front of my face and I noticed that we had stopped walking.

“Huh?” I looked over at him to see a worried look on his face.

“I said where here.” Her gesture towards the restaurant behind him. “You ok?” You smiled and nodded at him.

“Just thinking. You know how my mind can wander.” He chuckled before placing a kiss on my forehead.

“Let’s get something to eat. I know you didn’t eat breakfast.” Wally spoke pulling me into the building.

“You don’t know that.” I shot back.

“Yes, I do.” He smirked at me as he put up two fingers to the host, the man nodded as pulling two menus and silverware.

“How do you know?”

“Because there was no coffee in the pot when I came home. You always drink coffee with your breakfast.” The two of us followed the waiter to a booth and quickly thanked him as we sat down.

“You know nothing, Wally Snow.”

“Don’t you quote Game of Thrones at me.” I grinned at him as he chuckled.

We had finished lunch as now had a large brownie ice cream was seating in the middle of the table; Wally ordered it of course. I was nibbling on the ice cream a bit. With a spoon in my mouth, I pulled it out and looked towards Wally.

“Wally I’m going home for the weekend.”

“That’s nice. I know Dick and the other miss you.”

“Ya that one of the reasons I’m going back.”

“One? The second better not be another boy.” I giggled knowing that he was joking, it was a running gag with the two of use.

“Damn you catch me. It is for another guy.” Wally placed one hand on his heart.

“How? Why would you do this to me?” I shrugged taking another spoonful of ice cream in my mouth. Swallowing it and taking the spoon out I spoke again.

“But in all seriousness Wally. I...I would like you to come as my boyfriend.” Wally looked at me his hand rested on mine.

“You sure? You know I don’t mind being your secret.”

“But I do. I-” I looked down as I bit my lower lip. This wasn’t how I wanted to say this but it was already too late.

“I love you, Wally.” Before I could do anything Wally moved quickly to my side and kissing me deeply. Pulling away I giggled, he had the hugest grin on his face.

“You said you love me.” He whispered in the soft way possible, our fingers intertwining as he rested his forehead on mine. I smiled brightly at him.

“I did, and I mean it. My last boyfriend I didn’t mind keeping a secret from my family, but it shouldn’t be like that. I want to be able to shout your name from the rooftop if I want and call you mine. You're not my secret. You're my boyfriend who I love with all my heart.” Wally leaning down and kisses me again.

“Then I will come with you. You soothe talker you.” I smiled at him.

“I get it from my dad.”

“Ya because you sure didn’t get it from Dick.” We both chuckled and went back to eating the ice cream.

Alfred met Wally and me at the airport, he was the first to know about Wally and I dating. Alfred smiled at me with the small smile that he always had, and patted Wally on the shoulder. In the car, I had fallen asleep leaning against Wally. I didn’t sleep much last night because I needed to set things up for the weekend because I would be out of town.

“I see she works too much. Just like her father and brothers.” Alfred said looking in the mirror to the back seat where we were.

“Ya.” Wally let out a sigh as he pushed some hair behind my ear. “I tried to get her to sleep last night but she refused to go to bed till her work was done.” Alfred nodded, the ride was silence for the most part. Wally making small comments every now and then and Alfred would either ignore or reply. Getting to the manor Wally woke me up.

“Babe. We here.” I groaned sitting up a yawn escaped my mouth as I undid my seatbelt. Getting out of the car Alfred and Wally were already getting the few bags we brought out of the trunk. I heard the door open and saw Damian and Tim pushing on each other to get out. Tim pushed Damian down and rushed over to me. Tim’s arm wrapped around me, my once sleepy state was gone as I wrapped my arms around one of the younger brothers.

“I’m happy your home. I’ve missed you.” Tim mumbled into my shoulder, both Tim and Damian were a bit clingy to me but I didn’t mind.

“I missed you too. Sorry I haven’t been Skyping you more.” Tim was quickly pulled away from my by Damian. Damian replacing Tim’s spot as the youngest Robin held onto me.

“I missed you too Okht.” I smiled as my hand ran through Damian’s raven black hair.

“I missed you too Dami.” Wally and Alfred had since left with the bags, I walked in with broth Damian and Tim both clinging onto me in someway.

Tim and Damian were the next to be told that Wally and myself were together. You watched as Damian glared at Wally, he circled him like a shark circling its prey. Tim looked at Wally then back to me.

“I guess he's ok. Better than Allen was.” Tim said as Damian stopped in front of Wally and looked towards us.

“Agreed, but he hurt you Okht. His speed will not be able to save him.” Tim nodded, with that the two left the room leaving Wally and I alone.

“Well, that went better than I thought.” You said before laying down on my old bed, they smelt freshly cleaned; Alfred’s handy work of course. I kicked off my shoes to fully lay on the bed, Wally smiled as he toed of his shoes and laid beside me. Our hand easily finding each other and fingers intertwined.

“I thought Damian was going to kill me here and now.” I giggled and rolled over placing a kiss on his cheek.

“He wouldn't kill you in my room. He knows I make him clean it up.” Wally shuttered as he looked towards me.

“You are not helping.” You grinned.

“I’m not trying too.” You both laid there till you fell asleep.

The sound of a door being thrown open and hitting the wall behind it was what wake you and Wally, up. You quickly sat up, your hair was now a mess but you didn’t care. Looking around you saw Dick staring at you his gaze then turned towards Wally; he had a looked of surprised mixed with some anger.

“You're dating my sister!” Dick yelled cause Wally and I to wince in pain. “You're dating my sister! And you didn’t tell me!” He yelled again.

“I told me not to Dick!” You shouted before Wally could say anything. “Wally did want to tell you and I asked not too. If you wanted to be mad at someone be mad at me.” We watched as Dick huffed before storming out of my bedroom slamming the door behind him. Wally’s hand ran through his hair before he stood up.

“I’ll talk to him.” I nodded as I stood.

“Be careful you know how Dick can be when he is upset.” Wally nodded before leaving the room. I head for the bathroom.

Finishing my bath and getting on some clean clothes I head downstairs. Wally hadn’t come back to the bedroom so I was kinda worried that the boys had ganged up on him. Getting downstairs I heard laughing, talking, and some yelling in the living area. Pushing open the door I saw Dick and Wally talking like nothing happened. Tim and Damian were playing videos Tim laughed as Damian yelled at him. On the couch was Jason who was playing on his phone.

“Jason!” I rushed over to him, he looked up from his phone fast enough to set to the side and open his arms to me. I quickly latched myself onto him and he chuckled.

“Hey, there beautiful.” Jason smiled looking down at you and you looked up at him.

“Hey, yourself.” Jason and you were always close, always each other back-up, always each other go to. Even after he come back to life it was still that way. Your relationship with Jason was often mistaken as lovers. Neither mind that was just the way you both were. Jason placed a kiss on my head.

“Heard your dating Wally. That true?”

“Mhm. How do you feel about that Jaybird?” I looked at him waiting for an answer. Jason shrugged.

“I don’t mind. He's a nice guy. If you're happy then so am I.” I smiled at him.

“I am happy with him,” I spoke in a hushed whisper so Dick and Wally couldn’t hear.

“I’m glad. Now get off me. You have gained some weight from being in Central City.” He faked groaned as he pushed me off and onto the empty spot on the couch. I puffed out my cheeks.

“You are so rude, Jay. You will never get a lover if you act like that.” You sat up and lead on him as he picked his phone back up.

“I could have a lover and you won’t even know about it.”

“Ya right. Prove it.”

Everyone in the family knew; ok will almost everyone. The last person left was your father. He chooses to take everyone out to dinner since Alfred wanted to cook your favorite meal tomorrow. Sitting at a large table in the corner of a fancy restaurant you fidgeted with your hands under the table. Tim and Damian on either side of you Wally sat across from you, Dick sat close to Bruce, and Jason sat on the other end of Wally. There was small talk as we waited for our food; sipping on my water I finally gather my nerves together.

“Dad. I have something to tell you.” You looked to Bruce as the table went quiet, you had to tell him. This was it, the make or break; if Bruce said no to Wally and you being together it was over for the two of you. Your family meant more to you than a boyfriend, but you loved Wally with all your heart. Swallowing hard you spoke again.

“Wally and I are together.” You watched as a smile grew on your father’s face.

“I’m happy for you both.” He looked towards Wally.

“Take good care of my baby girl Wallace.” Wally smiled and nodded.

“I will try sir but he can make it’s difficult sometimes.” Bruce chuckles.

“I’m sorry. She gets that from me.” Talking came back and your heart felt lighter, your family like your boyfriend. They accepted him; yes Damian threat to kill him, but that was just Damian. You smiled as the men in your life talked. Tim and Damian argued across you, Dick and Bruce were talking, so were Wally and Dick. You finally found someone that could deal with your family and not run for the hills. You looked to Wally with a smile filled with every drop of love you had in your body. He looked towards you with a smile, you quickly mouthed I love you to him. His smiled brighten as he mouthed it back.

“Ew Okht being gross with West,” Damian said, you looked over with a smirked as you leaned over covering his faces in kisses.

“Ah! Stop! We are in public.”

“Don’t care. Older sister’s rights. It was in the contract you sign when entering the family.

“I did no such thing!” Damian wiggled out from my grasp glaring at me. I heard Tim laughing and quickly turned to look at him with the same smirk I gave Damian.

“Drake. Run!” Damian shouted, but it was too late. I quickly cover Tim’s face in kisses as well.

“Older sister’s rights!” You shouted as Tim finally pushed you away.

“You suck!” Tim said as you laughed. Dick elbowed Wally.

“You sure you want her. Now it, not a bad time to run for the hills.” You pointed at Dick.

“I heard that. You're next buddy.” Dick looked at you with wide eyes as he shook his head.

“Y/N,” Bruce said with a sigh. “Public.” You held Dick’s eyes.

“I’ll get you late Dick.” Dick quickly stuck his tongue out at you.

“Dick you are not helping,” Bruce said with another sigh causing everyone to laugh. This was your family and you loved them.

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