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lambroseforlife · 6 years

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Hey! I’d like to see what would’ve happened if Lily wanted to be with James Carter in silence is breaking, you know the chapter when he wanted her to marry him

This prompt pretty much goes against my username but hey, people need to be pushed out of their writing comfort zone for improvement, right? So here we go. This is written in first-person POV and set in the same canon universe with a timeline that diverges from Silence Breaking, Chapter 25: “Romance in the Air”.

⚠️WARNING: Hardcore lambrose shippers or those who haven’t Silence Breaking yet and want to avoid spoilers, DON’T read this oneshot!! ⚠️

**DISCLAIMER: The text in is from the main series and NOT my writing. The beginning contains an excerpt taken from Silence Breaking, Chapter 25 and I used a quote later on from Storm and Silence, Chapter 69: “Seeing Stars”. Both were written by Robert Thier. I do NOT claim credit for them at all and am incorporating it merely for the purpose of transitioning/recap into this canon divergence oneshot**

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‘Miss Lillian Linton, I love you. I love your fiery spirit. I love the way you dance and laugh and live to the full, and always fight for what you believe in. Will you—’

‘—marry me?’ I guessed.

‘Bloody hell, that was supposed to be my proposal!’

I smiled up at him apologetically. ‘Sorry.’

Silence stretched between us. I gazed up into his face, the face of one of my best friends in all the world, and wondered how things had come to this? How had I not seen this in him before that day in Newcastle? How could I have missed it?

‘Well?’ he asked, his voice hardly more than a whisper. ‘Will you?’

I bit my lip, trying to find the right words to say. Blast! How did one reject a proposal from someone they were quite fond of?

My mouth opened to speak.

And closed.

Damn it! Why was it so hard to tell him no? The romance novels that my sisters read made it look simple. Reject the roguish suitor maliciously pining for the heroine’s affections. There, problem solved.

So why wasn’t it working here?

Captain Carter looked at me expectantly, still waiting for my answer. The heat emanating from his hand burned into mine. That must have been the reason my ears suddenly tinged red.

‘Captain Carter, I…’

I hesitated.

Do it, Lilly! Turn down his proposal now! With a firm, resounding “no”!

But he looked so sincere. His warm brown eyes created a snug, comfortable shelter that enveloped us. One that even the biting cold couldn’t pierce through.

Just tell him how you feel already! What are you waiting for?

Therein lay the problem.

How did I feel about him?

Did I love Captain James Carter? No. I knew that I definitely didn’t. But…

I possibly could with time. In a different universe, in different circumstances and under different rules.

But why couldn’t that be in this one?

‘Miss Linton?’ My eyes focused back on Captain Carter. His voice sounded alarmed. His other hand reached out and gently clasped my chin, lifting it.

‘Are you unwell?’ Yes, definitely alarm. ‘Should we head back instead? We can resume this later if you need more time to give me an answer.’

‘Please, I am all right.’ Did the soft, breathless voice really belong to me? ‘There is much I wish to say, but I am unsure of where to begin.’

‘Are you sure you are not ill?’ Concern shone in his eyes.

‘I am sure. Please, I need a minute to gather my thoughts.’

Did I say “please” twice? Dear me, the cold must have affected my brain.

‘Very well.’ He frowned and released his hands, taking a step back. ‘Take all the time you need.’

A roguish suitor with charm and manners? My, this was more difficult than I expected.

An unbidden thought crossed my mind. Maybe he wasn’t confined to be just the roguish suitor.

Perhaps he was meant to be more.

Are you insane? My inner voice screamed at me. What about a certain cold employer that you have been clandestinely conducting an affair with for the past year?

And there presented itself another teeny, tiny problem. Clandestine as in secretive. Ergo, no one would ever know about Mr Ambrose and I. We were polar opposites from two completely different worlds.

Maybe his path and mine could never completely overlap. Touch, yes. But how long could ice and fire remain intact when in contact?

The answer was simple. Not for very long.

He was a chauvinist. And I a feminist. He represented everything I believed against and I the same for him.

But he still hired you. Protected you. Trusted you. Maybe even lov—

I clamped down on that thought. Working for him hadn’t been easy, regardless. More like painstakingly challenging. Gruelling. It had been quite the experience.

Is that good or bad?

Both.

But back to the matter at hand. What was it again?

Oh, right. Captain Carter’s proposal.

Why couldn’t I say no?

Maybe it was because, deep down, I already knew. He was someone who wholeheartedly accepted me. Openly embraced how I was without question. With him, there were no disguises, no alter egos involved. With him, I could be myself. Rejecting him would be throwing away a golden opportunity for an easy and happy life.

Easy, yes. But happy? You could be happy with someone else. A certain obnoxiously rich miser…

Who kept his wallet and probably his heart stuffed up that his firm derrière of his. That very one?

Aren’t you supposed to be a feminist? Considering marriage over your career? Where is your sense of dignity as an independent, hard-working woman?

Still with me and completely intact, thank you very much!

Marriage over my job? That sounded counter-intuitive in regards to what I valued the most.

My freedom. My independence.

But was I really free and independent while working for Mr Ambrose?

He expected complete submission from all his employees. And I was no exception. He made it clear that for him, money came first. Always. He was driven by profits, sales and all matters centreing on monetary gain. Mammon forbid anything come in between him and his precious purse, let alone taxes or strange urges for romantic affection to a woman.

‘Oh you’ll have money…you still won’t be free, though.’ I recalled his words from a drunken night in his office long ago. ‘Just like in marriage, you’ll still be tied to a man— to me.’

I scowled. Working for him would be no different than being married to him. He would demand obedience from anyone tied to him as long as it involved a contract.

Wait. What?

Marriage? With Mr Ambrose? Why was I thinking about him when another man had proposed to me barely minutes ago? Even with said man still patiently waiting for my response?

Because you’re in love with Rikkard Ambrose.

Stupid inner voice of mine! Couldn’t it shut up for two minutes while I tried to think?

Silence.

Ah, much better. Now back to my previous thought.

Plausibly, if Mr Ambrose were to ever take leave of his senses and fully reciprocate my feelings for him, one of two things would happen.

One: Carry on as if nothing changed. Our dalliances would continue behind closed doors and in the dark. While our outward appearance of boss and secretary resumed during business hours and in public.

Two: Propose marriage to me.

The first option didn’t sound so bad until recently. Our relationship had changed since the other guests arrived at Battlewood. Frighteningly, not for the better. It felt like we were caught in a cat-and-mouse situation. Constantly exchanging roles in a battle for power.

Was it normal to not trust the person you love?

Until coming to Battlewood, I had trusted Mr Ambrose unconditionally. We’d had each others backs in France, in the sand-ridden desert, and in the war-ridden jungles of South America. I trusted him with my life. He trusted me with his. Otherwise, we wouldn’t have survived.

But could I trust him with my heart?

I wasn’t so sure anymore. Ever since Captain Carter’s arrival, he had shown a more…violent side of himself. But not completely in the physical sense. Since Newcastle, something dark and intense festered away inside him. Something more terrifying than thrilling. I could be sitting next to him but he still would be miles away. Unreachable. Impenetrable. Cased inside that stone mask he wore.

Jealousy and isolation were two weapons he wielded well. Even better than the revolver on his holster. He staked a claim on me, not allowing other men to approach me while he let other women flirt with him freely, even reciprocating at times. The memory of his hypocrisy was enough to drive ice through my veins.

I had tried to reach through to him, to explain. But he wouldn’t listen. He was too stubborn and hard-headed. Thus, I had been forced to resort to more drastic measures. All to ensure the dear captain’s safety. I had attempted to use Mr Ambrose’s strategy: conduct a business transaction of sorts. But he had proven his vast experience. Once again, he was the calculating feline and I the outwitted prey.

Suppose that in the highly unlikely, extremely bizarre occurrence (even in an imaginary situation) that Mr Ambrose chose the second option, proposing matrimony. What then? Our relationship would still unlikely improve. Marriage was a certified way for men to obtain power on par with that of monarchs. Wives were their subjects, duly vulnerable to being tyrannised and subjugated to a husband’s will. In stories that my friends had told me, some were even physically beaten.

If Mr Ambrose was this restrictive already, then how much worse would he be if I were to marry him?

A harrowing chill settled to my very bones.

I knew that Mr Ambrose was never the type to raise his hand to a female. But that didn’t exclude other ways he could control others. A powerful man like him thrived on dominance and authority. For him, marriage would be perceived as a way to exercise that. The standard wedding vows required a wife to pledge submission and obedience to her husband at the altar. Vows that I refused to agree with.

Vows that Mr Ambrose would definitely enforce, seeing it as the terms outlined for a contract.

Isn’t he doing that already? You are one of his employees, contracted to him.

Yes, but I had willingly done so, seeing it as trade for a salary. An earning that would grant me the freedom I craved. Anytime I wished to do so, I could resign from my job. I was only legally bound during the period of employment. Marriage on the other hand…

Marriage was permanent. In sickness and in health. For better or for worse. Until death.

However if he loved me enough to propose…

Then he wouldn’t dare to demand from me. Not if he valued his head intact!

But then again…

Would it really be a surprise if he did? Considering his recent disregard towards everything I had said to him?

Probably not.

Knowing him, he wouldn’t even bother to propose properly. Oh no, that would be an utter waste of time for Mister “knowledge is power is time is money” Ambrose. He would most likely order for my hand in marriage and automatically expect a “yes, sir!”

My nostrils flared. Why was it that only now, after working for the blasted miser for almost a year and a half, that I realised how trapped I was?

Perhaps, that nasty inner voice of mine whispered vindictively, because another alternative has presented itself.

I had viewed money as a means to earn my freedom. To be financially independent from my aunt and uncle without being restrained by another man. Only in the process to lose both myself and all possibility of obtaining it once I had fallen for a man who was the paragon of control.

And now, it seemed that I had a slim chance of obtaining my freedom again. In the one way that I had deemed as being the most restrictive.

The irony made me smile humourlessly.

I loved Rikkard Ambrose, I really did.

But what was more important, my heart or my soul?

I couldn’t keep both. One had to be sacrificed.

If I rejected Captain Carter, then inevitably I would choose Mr Ambrose. Eventually, I would lose my soul, my morals and all that I had fought for. With Mr Ambrose, I might be happy for a short while. But I couldn’t be myself. I would be a bird ensnared in a cage for the rest of my life.

If I chose Captain Carter, then I would reject Mr Ambrose. My heart would be broken and with it, the capacity to love someone again wholly. It would be a burden to the good captain, having to pick up the pieces for someone who didn’t reciprocate his love. A kind person like him didn’t deserve to be second place to a memory.

I sighed.

“Well?” The captain’s voice drifted over from the grove of trees. He was leaning against one of them, the back of his bright red military coat facing me. “Have you gathered your thoughts, Miss Linton?”

“Um, yes.” I looked down.

Polished black boots entered my vision and I looked up to see Captain Carter approaching me.

‘There’s someone else, isn’t there?’

I instantly knew what he meant.

‘Yes. And no.’

‘I beg your pardon, Miss Linton?’ His brow furrowed.

‘There…is someone else.’ His face fell. ‘But…’

‘But?’

‘Even though he is what I wanted, I’m…not sure if he is what I need now.’

His eyes narrowed.‘Did he do something bad? Has he hurt you?’ He took my hands into his again.

‘No. No, he hasn’t but…’ I trailed off, shaking my head.

At least not physically.

He squeezed my hands gently and a painful sensation tugged at my heart. On cue, something slipped out of my eye and slid down my cheek. Another. And another.

If I had thought that Captain Carter was alarmed before, then it was nothing compared to his expression now. Releasing my hands, he reached into his trouser pocket and tugged. He silently pulled out a handkerchief and held it out to me.

‘Thank you.’ I accepted it.

Wiping my face, I looked at him again while clutching the damp cloth. ‘I apologise. After you asked your question, I had a revelation of sorts. A painful one.’

He waited for me to continue.

‘I realised someone who I have feelings for, that he and I may not belong together.’

‘Why is that?’ He was solemn.

‘We always argue. And hurt each other. Even from the start, we didn’t exactly get along. I…’ I took a deep breath. ‘Loving him is painful. I don’t know if I can anymore.’

Captain Carter took a step forward. He was standing merely inches away, those sincere, brown eyes of his boring downwards into my own.

‘You deserve better.’

I met his gaze head-on, refusing to look away.

‘Can you offer me better?’ My voice trembled.

‘I don’t know,’ he whispered. ‘But all I know that is that I would spend my entire life trying, Lilly. If you would permit me.’

‘I don’t love you like you love me.’

‘I have enough love to carry the both of us.’

‘I’m a feminist.’

‘One of my favourite things about you.’

‘I don’t want to be an appendage to a man.’

‘And you won’t. Not to me. We will be equal partnerssupporting each other.’

‘I refuse to agree to theobedience and submission part of the wedding vows.’

‘Then I’ll have the priestexclude them.’

I gaped at him in shock. ‘Really? You would do that for me?’

‘I would.’ His lips curvedinto one of his old smiles that I knew and enjoyed so much. ‘Just for you.’

‘I love travelling.’ A hint of amusement tinged my voice. ‘Would you bring me along on your military expeditions?’

‘Yes. Except for the most dangerous ones.’

I stared as he dropped to one knee. With one hand, he withdrew a ring from his pocket and took hold of my left hand using the other.

‘Miss Lillian Linton…will you do me the immense honour of becoming my wife?’

I swallowed, hard, and softly uttered the dreaded word that would change everything forever.

‘Yes.’

He slipped the simple gold band onto my ring finger. It was a bit tight but still managed to fit.

He brought my hand to his lips and pressed a soft kiss on the back. With an expression that could only be described as smitten, unwavering adoration, he looked up at me.

I tried to smile. I honestly did. But my lips only twitched upwards.

Captain Carter stood up and pulled me into a warm embrace. My arms wrapped around him numbly. My heart hammered nervously in my ears. He must have asked me something and expected a response for in the next moment, he pulled away with a questioning look.

He opened his mouth to speak and—

‘Am I interrupting something?’

A horribly familiar voice cut through the air. Sharp and curt. Dread crawled up my spine.

A tall, menacing figure appeared into view from behind the trees. I looked at the ground. The tree branches. Anywhere but him.

Captain Carter spoke up. ‘As a matter of fact, yes.’

‘Indeed?’ I had never heard that word spoken with so much hostility. Not until now.

‘I was speaking with my future wife here. Is there something you need?’

‘Yes. I need Miss Linton’s help to locate her brother for a business discussion.’

‘I can help you find him.’ I looked up at Captain Carter only, refusing to make eye contact with him. I could feel his wintry gaze boring into me. It sent chills throughout my body. ‘May I take my leave for now?’

‘Of, course. I’ll head back to the manor and inform everyone of the good news.’

Oh, right. The good news of my recent engagement.

Blast!

He brought my hand— the one with the sparkly gold band on it— to his lips and pressed another kiss to it.

If the air had been frozen before, then it was positively frigid now. Knots of terrible foreboding built in my stomach. However, the captain didn’t detect anything and with an ‘Until later, my love,’ departed into the distance.

‘My love?’ I risked a glance up at him to see a pair of hands pounce towards me. The next moment I was picked up by my shoulders. My back slammed with impact against one of the trees. His hands released me, only to curl into fists that rested on each side of my head, preventing any escape.

Shivering, I gazed up into his dark, sea-coloured eyes. Eyes that reflected rage. Confusion.

Betrayal.

‘What was that?’ His voice carried the force of a thousand hydras, hellbent on destruction.

‘I-I’m guessing you heard?’ Crap! Why was my voice so squeaky?

He leaned in, pinning me in place with his deadly stare. ‘Every. Single. Word.’

I gulped. ‘Then I don’t need to say anything.’

‘I couldn’t disagree more. You owe me an explanation, Mr Linton.’

‘I don’t owe you anything. Except a resignation letter.’ I struggled to keep my voice steady. My breath came out in pants.

A storm roiled in those terrifyingly beautiful eyes of his.

‘You are mine. You aren’t going anywhere without my permission.’

He lunged forward and instinctively, I knew what he was going to do. Panic surged through me.

On reflex, my hand moved of its own accord.

Before his lips could make contact with mine, I slapped his cheek. The sound echoed throughout the trees.

He stumbled back in surprise. His hard hand reached up to graze the area where an angry red handprint was now forming.

Silence reigned.

After a long time, he finally spoke.

‘Just tell me why. Why you chose him.’

Was his voice hoarse?

‘Because of you,’ I whispered. Moisture clouded my vision. ‘I wanted my freedom.’

‘Me?’ His jaw tightened. ‘Explain to me, Mr Linton, how running from one man into the arms of another grants you the freedom that you speak of. I fail to see the effectiveness.’

‘You were restricting me. Treating me like one of your possessions. To you, I’m a rare creature meant to be put into a cage. But that’s not who I am.’

‘And where does the captain factor into all this?’

‘He…understands me. Maybe not completely. But what you want to control of me, he accepts. Openly.’

Silence. His pinkie twitched in a steady rhythm.

I continued. ‘The matter came to choosing between me and you. Like you, I decided to be selfish for once. So I chose me. Since you wouldn’t.’

He still said nothing.

‘It’s too late, Mr Ambrose. I’ve made my choice.’

‘This,’ he said, his voice promising retribution from the deepest Arctic tundras in the coldest of winters, ‘this is not over, Mr Linton.’

He whirled around and marched away, his hands clenched into fists. In the process, ripping my heart out and stealing it with him as I knew he would.

I slumped against the tree.

But it was over.

He just didn’t realise it yet.

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Well, I hope you were able to make it until the end to read it. I did my best to channel book 1 Lilly since she was more introspective and firmly set on her core beliefs. I hope she isn’t too out of character here but then again, her choosing Carter is an action out of character itself in regards to the entire series. And one not without drastic effects.

Wondering why this had such an angsty ending and not a happy one? Well, keep in mind of how possessive and emotionally unstable Mr Ambrose’s character was presented as in Silence Breaking. I wanted to stay consistent to that for this prompt.

We already read how he tried to have Carter added to the waste disposal list and had Karim “guard” Lilly before Carter even proposed to her all out of his own fear. We even saw what he did to Captain Carter despite Lilly rejecting his proposal in Chapter 27. So riddle me this, what do you think Mr Ambrose would have ultimately done if Lilly had said yes instead? I will leave that to the worst of your imaginations.

Hardcore lambrose shippers, please don’t hate me for this. I just tried to answer this prompt to the best of my abilities. Writing this was quite challenging for me, both mentally and emotionally, so I imagine it must be the same, if not worse for some of you readers as well. Or hey, maybe you’re completely anti-lambrose and did a happy dance while reading this. Either way, I hope that this caught your attention at the very least.

#kinda an ask #answered #storm and silence #lilly linton #james carter #rikkard ambrose #fanfiction #oneshot #writing prompt #prompt 2 #knowledgeispoweristimeismoney #this was my 1st time writing first person pov so lemme know what you think #SnS 1st person pov is tough to write and the complete opposite of my usual style #but oh well this was an interesting experience #thanks @lilylintonandrickforever for suggesting this prompt

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upsmymindwanderedagain · 6 years

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Story of The Ice Wolf

PART 9.2

OTHER PARTS:

PART 9.1 PART 8 PART 1

WARNINGS: brief imply of child abuse (on the reader), mentions of blood and injuries, mentions of reader being handcuffed/movement restricted.

Hey fellas! here it is part 9.2, I know once again I kind of give spoilers, however if someone has isses regarding the warnings let me now and I can post a version without them.

As always typos, mistakes are on me.

Loki calmly walks close “You sure aren’t that bad Pietro…” the blue eyed sokovian smiles gratefully at him “… you are worse” the Asgardian adds, making Zrinka laugh as Pietro glares daggers at the dark-haired man.

“You knew, didn’t you?” she asks Loki searching for the answer in his bright blue glinting eyes.

He grins broadly “I did, but I was hoping you’d break him with the news” he says as he kisses her knuckles “Congratulation lady Zrinka”.

“Zrin if you ever need a break from the disaster that my twin is, just let us now” Wanda states as she walks towards the woman to give her a mama hen hug.

[Before the trial] On insistence of Tony, you all are assisting the trial with formal clothes, underneath you have the basic attire the usual battle suits though. Loki will be the one keeping your weapons. You are clasping the last buttons of the dark grey dress shirt. Wanda has been disturbingly silent, maybe last night felt more like a goodbye than a promise. You keep your voice soft "Little one?" Silence is the only answer, she is about to put her blazer, so you move quickly to help her putting it on, a lame excuse to get close to her, she doesn't refuse, so you help her. She does the same for you. When you turn around you see her glassy eyes. "Wan please…" Her stare becomes hard, is like she is putting on walls around her heart "Don't 'Wan' me right now Y/N. Thor and Loki gave you a chance, you turned it down". You sigh in defeat, frustration, sadness is a storm of emotions ragging in your heart, but you do your best to keep them in check "Wanda, I could not just run away, that will jeopardize further the image that the people have of the Avengers and S.H.I.E.L.D, that will put YOU and Pietro at risk. "When will you stop playing martyr? When you are actually dead? For all I know, that could be tomorrow, and you are standing right in front of me like nothing is happening!" Her voice turns to almost a whisper "Sometimes you make me think that you are wishing your death" tears had begun to gather in her eyes. You pull her in and wrap her in a firm hug. "My love, there is a plan, unfortunately the situation I'm in goes beyond us, I'm not playing martyr, the rank I had in Hydra played completely against me and the fact that they also got a hold of the other things I did as Wolf before S.H.I.E.L.D". You put distance between your bodies, and gently wipe off her tears, a tear ran down your cheek too. "Fury told me that Salarov revealed several things about my past and family that link me to Hydra in a tight way. Things that I have no idea about" She slowly lifts her gaze "But there is a plan, when Hydra attacks, that will be my chance to prove my loyalty and I will. If everything goes as planned I'll end up being locked up under S.H.I.E.L.D jurisdiction". There’s a split second when you can see doubt and fear taking over her green eyes "And if not?" You school your features, your voice firm and doubtless "Then I'm going away on my own terms". She tries to lower her face, but you halt he cradling her face in your hands. "Little one. Whatever happens… know that you are my greatest love and my biggest joy, I love you with everything I' am. I will always be with you". "I love you too my brave Wolf, with all my heart and soul. I'll wait for you, in this life or the next" Wanda can’t hold back her urges anymore, her hands get attached on the back of your neck pulling you down you harshly kiss you.

That last kiss was a mix of slow soft lip dance and sudden fits of boldness, full of physical channeled love and why not hope.

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Both make your way to the common room, Wanda walking by your left, your hands tightly intertwined you are doing your best to help her ground and stand strong. Pietro is already in the common room with the rest of the team, Fury and Maria are there too. Upon your entrance you nod towards them in greeting.

Fury steps forward to regard them all “Y/N and Bucky will be escorted by an elite squad. The rest of you will go in your vehicle arrangements, is required that the Avengers arrive first”.

The team takes it’s time showing their support to you and Bucky, with hugs and pats on the shoulder. Fury and Hill standing solemnly aside. The last ones on the room are Wanda, Pietro and Natasha. In all the years you’ve known the redhead woman you’ve never seen her struggling to keep her cool demeanor and calm mask as she is right now.

You have Wanda locked in a tight hug as you cradle her head on your left hand “Wan everything is going to be ok, please… calm down” In the corner of your eye you see Natasha moving away from Bucky’s hold, they share a last kiss before russian walks up to you. Gently you pry Wanda’s arms from you to lock gazes with her “Go with Tasha love, I’ll see you there” she gives you a last kiss before stepping back.

You see the glint of trouble is Natasha’s eyes “Keep your cool cap” she steps in to give you a brief hug, you lean to whisper in her ear “Take care of them Tasha” you feel her tensing up slightly, but she gives you a slight nod. When you let her go, Nat and Wanda walk out.

Pietro walks to you, you try to lift his uncharacteristic sober demeanor “Yes, Piet the Centenario is yours now” his face shifts into a bittersweet smirk “I’ll give that car thousands of times over to avoid see you go through this sistra”.

You give him a lopsided smile “I know brother, but this is the path I built, far better end may I add”.

“We built” he crosses his arms over his chest “I’m still bitter that you took all the blame, we did our part too”.

“You didn’t see that coming huh?” you say with a smug smirk, this time he doesn’t whine about his copyright he just hugs you tight, and you do too.

His voice is barely a whisper his voice almost breaking “Please sistra tell me there’s a way for you to get out of this”.

“There’s a plan silver devil If it doesn’t work you are not taking charge that’s for sure, your sister is” he can’t hold back his snicker “You know I’m the eldest twin, right?” he states smugly.

“Yeah you are also the most impatient, hotheaded and reckless out of the two” you say with a smile “Stay strong brother, now you have a little one in the oven” he laughs holeheartedly at your wording “That little one needs her aunt Wolf to spoil them”.

[Trial] S.H.I.E.L.D elite squad escorted you and Bucky to the trial, at government request you were both handcuffed by the wrists, on top of that, at you arrival to the trial room the military personnel now guarding you put you a collar that sent painful chemical discharges meant to weaken you to submission. On top of that you were put beside the Hydra unit, the five of you were kneeled on a platform before the judge. Salarov and the others were the first to be judged, the Russian sergeant file wasn’t dismissible. Anika and Selene held their fair share of killings, but they had enough with the past two years to be put in the death row. Later was Winter Soldier he was charged for the past two years, having been pardoned for the past 70 years on a previous trial when he got free from Hydra. They left you at the end.

After Bucky kneels again beside you, the judge motions for you to stand up, the military ‘help’ you but is more like they harshly tighten their hold as you stand up.

"The jury never thought that someone will ever reach the Winter Soldier file, and yet here you are surpassing it by far in twelve years". You school your features to show nothing. "Tell us captain Ice Wolf, where and how you grew up". Your voice is simply emotionless "I don't see the point of your request your honor". "I didn't tell you to see the reason Ice Wolf, I gave you an order". You clench your jaw, in other circumstances and a few years back he would be dead. (Stupid judge and his stupid authority). "I grew up in Sokovia. I have no memory of my blood family, the oldest memory I have is me laying on a dirty alleyway beaten, covered in grime and blood, I was seven years old. Wanda Maximoff found me. Wanda and Pietro were six years old, she called their father and they took me in". "What happened to the twin’s parents?". "They were killed by a thief, I was 9 years old they twins were 8". "Your file says that since you were five you took part in illegal fight clubs owned by Hydra. You stopped at eight, went missed two years and returned at ten". Your voice never wavers or show uncertainty "I have no memory of that, the only thing I knew about me was my name and that I could fight and fire guns. I got into the illegal the fight club because we needed the money to eat besides…" your voice gets a mocking taint “your intel is clearly wrong I got into illegal fighting when I was nine years old”. "So you have no idea that your parents were once loyal Hydra members?". This time you can't mask the shock that takes over your face, still your voice doesn’t waver "I have no memory of them. The doctors said that I had a severe concussion even before the beat down of the alleyway". Salarov doesn't miss the chance to chime in "Her parents were killed for treason, they were Hydra’s top assassins, they stole super soldier serum to make her stronger. You weren’t seven Ice Wolf, you were eight and a half years old" He can't suppress a short laugh at your surprised expression "They trained you and took you to fight like a dog, they did a good job, merciless and cold blooded since you were a midget". "Silence Salarov" the judge harshly orders, “How many people did you kill in the fight club?" You grind tightly your jaw before answering "fifteen that I know about". Audible gasps can be heard in the room, and a few "kill her" too, the avengers except Wanda and Pietro seem a little shocked by this reveal, the twins just tighten their intertwined hands, that’s not an good phase to relieve, the jury only see the result, the dead people they don’t give a them of how wounded and broken those fights left you, all that pain for a wad of cash for two or three weeks of food. One last thing to add you "honor" Salarov said, "In her poor defense she is right, she has no memory of her family or training because she was supposed to be dead, the unit we sent to erase her hit her in the head with a electrical charged baton, however at that time we didn't knew how resilient she was". "Is that all?". "Yes, she is dead anyways" Salarov says with a dry laugh, the agents guarding us give him a fair good electrical discharge to silence him.

A realization hits your mind like a freight train (…they were Hydra’s top assassins) the only top assassins are the unit you used to command, four super soldiers a woman and three men, they were completely loyal to Hydra and the best of the best, they are completely bloodlust and unpredictable. You school your features and move that thought aside, right now is no place or time to weep about dysfunctional family background, you glance subtly at the twins, seems like they linked those facts too. "How did you end up in Hydra Ice Wolf?" the judge enquires. You keep a flat, emotionless voice "Three months before the Sokovian civil war a Hydra unit capture us, Wanda and Pietro were experimented on with the tesseract, I was experimented with the super soldier serum, that time we managed to break free, months later Hydra orchestrated the civil war, they were either killing or capturing people for experiments. We joined a group of civilians that tried to repel the attack. We fought a whole month against the constant assaults until one of our missions went wrong, a grenade fell close to Wanda, she wasn't strong enough to shield herself from the explosion using her powers, I ran to her and tried to move us away from it, but the explosion reached us, I took the worst of it. The Hydra unit captured us again and took us to a lab".

“How old were you?”

“Thirteen years old”

“Is that how you end up with half of your body made of metal?” for dramatic purposes the jury projects several pictures that show the extension of the metal and the atrophic scar tissue, you glare death at him, your jaw muscles visibly tightening, you don’t need to turn around to see the twins glaring death at the judge too, those pictures are not supposed to be shown.

“Yes” you emotionlessly answer.

Several people in the room as witnesses and even some in the jury gasp in surprise due to your age reveal, you can see some of them losing a few shades of color when they see the pictures, those images aren’t a beach sunset. The screen is turn off as the judge begins to speak again "Your file says that since the beginning you did Hydra's will. You were loyal and a precise partner for the Winter Soldier until he broke free, later you left for S.H.I.E.L.D taking the twins with you". "Is that all it says? You enquire with full mockery in your tone, “because I remember long painful torture sessions until they exchanged the twins lives for loyalty" you say with a stern scowl on your face. The interrogation went on, Hydra find out about the other activities that you did behind their back, Salarov spit it all, from drug dealing, espionage, illegal fighting, gun traffic and mercenary days. They blew off the cover of the ‘Sokovian Ghost’ too one of the most feared and coldblooded mobs in that side of the globe, at least they didn’t call out your illegal partner Zemo. After everything was revealed, it was safe to say that you were royally fucked up. The judge called for a break, so the jury could come up with the final decision. The Dark angel was the first to break the silence "Hey Ice Wolf how does it feel to be grilled in front of your girl and former team?” she says sending a wink. You give her no answer, and stick to stare into the unknown. "Come on Wolf say something" she nudges your right side, you glare at her. "Shut up" the guard behind us growls. "Ice Wolf, break us free" Salarov orders. The guards behind us immediately tense and draw their weapons to our heads. Wanda’s panicked voice fills your head ("Y/N!, what's going on?"). ("Salarov is ordering me to break them free. They have planned something. Tell the others to stay sharp"). ("I will. You know, is not easy to see you kneeled with them") you briefly lock gazes with the twins, Pietro is protectively hovering over Wanda, they are good at hiding their emotions but you can read them like an open book, they are worried sick the things you did under the other alias were meant to be buried but Salarov spit everything, at least they didn’t got involved, everything was presented framing you as a cold, heartless monster (maybe that’s what I am). You try hard not let them see the uncertainty that is creeping in your heart and mind (I’m so fucked). Bucky and you we are scanning the room for hidden agents, the room is free from Hydra, however there are other agents, but you can't figure out who are they or who they work for. After another while the judge returns, the noise that was previously filling the room dies under the sound of his gavel "The jury has reached a decision". "Winter Soldier" the guards haul up Bucky. “James Buchannan Barnes, due to the antecedents with Hydra and the history serving this country the jury sentence you to five years of domestic jail. You can't leave the Avengers Tower or compound unless it is for a mission, and you will have a tracker". The guards proceed to take off the chains and collar off him. You see the team exhaling in a short relief, now the chance of you getting out of this are better. You turn to look at him and give him a slight nod, he walks down the podium and goes beside the others, standing close to Nat, their hands brushing. "Captain Ice Wolf" the use of your Hydra rank, makes doubt creep in your heart, needless to say, the guards haul you up harshly and someone increases the amount of chemicals running in through the collar, you internally wince without a making a sound (Assholes). "Captain Ice Wolf, you lived eight years on the disguise of lower ranked Hydra agent with the code name Wolf, however that and the other alias behold records that are as bad as the Ice Wolf, you claim yourself as a Hydra victim, and yet you've been related to Hydra since birth your parents were Hydra loyal killers, you served their ranks willingly and took advantage of that…" As the judge goes on the avengers and S.H.I.E.L.D members in the court tense up "… The jury finds your loyalty situation unclear, they don't see reliable that you were brainwashed this past two years giving your previous willingness and ruthlessness you showed in your time working for Hydra, due to your crimes this past two years, your now revealed files, the history and rank as a Hydra, Captain Ice Wolf you are sentenced to death". "This is unacceptable!" Tony is the first to shout outraged as he stands up "the Avengers don't accept the sentence over Y/N" he says almost growling, Steve is now standing too, nodding at Starks statement. "Mr. Stark, captain Rogers I will advise you only once that you and your group stay out of this, otherwise you all will be accused of treason, you were sheltering a Hydra high ranked member, that as far as we know is an spy". "You can't..." Tony tries to defend you but you cut him off "Stark! don't" you growl at him, he shifts his gaze towards you, he is certainly shocked this was not the plan at all. He tries to go on but you only glare at him (something is wrong). You shift you gaze and notice the secretary of defense in the crowd the joyous glint in his eyes sells him off (son of a bitch) this whole situation was planned. You square your shoulders to muster as much arrogance as you can "Your ‘honor’, I have four conditions". "Captain Ice Wolf, you are not in place to make conditions" he flatly states. "That's where you are wrong” you hiss at him “The past ten years I've been loyal to S.H.I.E.L.D and the Avengers, I've given them everything I knew about Hydra…” you briefly eye the secretary, his eyes shine like he just won the jackpot “…I've done everything to keep the civilians safe even putting myself in harm’s way to do so. Two weeks ago, instead of running away I stayed and fought to capture this Hydra unit and I willingly gave myself up". He sets his jaw but relents. "Go ahead, I will hear them out". What you didn't see was the general faintly nodding to the judge. "First condition, upon my dead all the vibranium bionic parts are given to either king T'achalla or Tony Stark. Second, my corpse is given to S.H.I.E.L.D to dismantle and dispose. Third, I put the bullet on their heads" you sneer gesturing with your head towards Salarov, he sets a death glare on you, your rivalry and spite with him never ends. "The fourth one?" the judge enquires with annoyance on his voice. You turn my set the judge on a emotionless and cold gaze "I put the bullet on my head". With that the general of the army harshly stands up. "We won't accept that! They die under the fire of my men, Hydra do not deserve that honor" (Son of a bitch, he planned it). While the judge slowly stands, the two guards behind you kick you in the back of your knees but you stand your ground, they give you an electrical discharge making you kneel. "I concede the first two. But I deny the rest". When you try to stand up in an anger fit the guards push you down with gun barrels on your head. You could scape but that would be a mess. "The kill order is set at dawn, we won't waste more resources in four criminals. S.H.I.E.L.D you no longer have jurisdiction over them, the military is taking them" He states at Coulson, Maria is already walking out of the room, talking to someone on the phone. The guards hold you at gun point and haul you up. This time two soldiers stand by our side clasping bars to each side of the collar; the front handcuffs are secured to your body by chains and they put you on a muzzle. ("Y/N! was this your plan?!") Wanda cries out desperately in your head. Your voice is low and soft even in your mind. ("No, the plan was the jury giving me the same sentence as Buck… I'm so, so sorry my love. Tell Fury this was set up by the secretary of defense”).

-- The army escort you out of the room, reporters and civilians surround the halls. Some of them insulting and others asking for your release. In the corner of your left eye you see a fifteen-year-old girl running towards you, she breaks through the reporters and runs to you screaming "Wait! You can't do this!". The soldiers react pointing her guns at her, but you are faster, pulling the soldiers like ragdolls, you turn around to use your body as shield between her and the barrels. "What the fuck is wrong with you soldiers! She is a kid! Put your damned guns down" your voice is a little muffled by the muzzle but your rage is clear. The soldiers seem reason and lower their guns. "I will turn around" you announce, the soldiers nod. You barely turn around when you feel her hugging you tight.

"Y/N what’s going on? Why are they taking you away?" she says between cries. You voice is soft and unfortunately a little muffled by the muzzle "Kiddo what you did was reckless" (how I wish I could hold her). "They sentenced me guilty, you have to let me go". You feel her panic "No! That's not fair you have saved many people, you-you got hurt saving me" you feel her tears soaking through the clothes, you sigh in frustration "I'm sorry kid there's nothing you can do". You don't need to look out too much to see Wanda and Pietro approaching. "Soldiers, the twins are getting close to take the kid away" at your words you feel her tightening her arms. The soldiers nod their permission, the twins pry away the kid, she clings to Wanda (Good job Y/N other one hurt due to your stupidity). ("Babe What do I tell her?"). ("Little one, tell her the truth"). Wanda answer is a soft peck on your forehead, Pietro half hugs you. The three of you briefly join your foreheads (“Stay sharp something is going on”). You feel the cold steel of gun barrel and the click of a third safety off in the back of your head "Move Ice Wolf, we don't have all day" You feel rage building up inside your heart, have no other option but comply.

You walk ahead with your forehead high, they framed you as a monster but they just saw the surface of all this past years, you have many regrets but you are not ashamed of who you have become, you aren’t Hydra’s puppet anymore. The Avengers and S.H.I.E.L.D gather at the court entrance. When the group of sentenced and custodies were some feet away from the military trucks, with no warning an explosion blows off the vehicles. Pushing you off a couple of feet back to the ground. The noise is a little odd by the ringing on your ears, but you can hear a reporter scream "Hydra!” before the gun shots begin, it doesn’t take you to long to realize that is not just Hydra. You are still lying on the ground when you hear the shackles and collar short circuiting; no doubt Tony overran the code. You feel dizzy and dazzled, the force of the explosion hit you full force due to the chemicals running in your veins, you barely have time to snatch a hand gun from the soldier on your right, still lying on the ground you start shooting down the assailants. Everyone jumps to action to keep the civilians safe. You kick up off the grown with a swift move landing on a low crunch, using all the strength you can muster on your weakened state you break off the handcuffs, rip off the damn collar and muzzle, you feel faint trails of blood running down your neck, the soldiers rise as well, and together you start shooting down Hydra goons. Without taking your eyes off the enemies popping out and still fairing the gun, you shout "Who is in charge?!". "I ‘am, sergeant Knox" he is standing on your left automatic weapon going off shooting down attackers. You shout towards him "Do you have a plan B?". He briefly takes his eyes off the enemy "An extraction truck is coming in, we are moving south". "I'll cover you, give me one of those" you say signaling the automatic gun. He hesitates, "Sergeant I am your best choice, I will cover you, after this is settled I will give in myself again (like hell I will). Just make sure they don't get loose". He locks gazes with you and hands you his automatic rifle and two extra clips "Company let's go!". They move on first, you advance with your back towards them, while as you are shooting you feel a rush of air pass you by a blue blur the evidence that was Pietro, a com is now on your left ear. You waste no time and update Steve on the plan *Cap the military is moving south the cargo for extraction, I'm backing them up, I could use some help*. *Hold on tight Wolf Hydra is swamping us with shooters, we are covering the civilians* he says between the sound of bullets bouncing off his steel shield.

You grind your jaw, the shit they injected you will make this more complicated *Guys stay sharp those guns aren’t just Hydra*

A/N:

I hope you all enjoyed the chapter, I know 9.2 is a little short but between 9.1 + 9.2 we have around 6k+ words.

My head keeps working around the story, actually I have written how the reader and the twins joins S.H.I.E.L.D and the Avengers and also, I have bits for a prequel before Hydra and how they became Hydra’s ghosts. Will you guys be interested in these story arcs? coment here or send me inbox/ask. Worry not, we still have road ahead with this story arc.

#wanda maximoff x reader #scarlet witch x reader #pietro maximoff x reader #quick silver x reader #avengers x reader #shield x reader #story of the ice wolf #part 9.2 #part 9

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