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braveclementine · 5 months ago

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Day 20~ 9:40 A.M.

Warnings: None, Readers under 18 can read this book.

Copyright: My OCs are Coach Yonce, Emma, Ila, Tempus, and Itty Bitty. I own these characters. I do not condone any copying of this.

Downey came pounding on the door this morning. I was still asleep and grouched as I rolled out of bed. I stumbled down the stairs and opened the door, barely getting 'good-morning' through my lips before he was pushing past me.

"Well I have good news." Downey proclaimed, "A lot of it actually."

He was already dressed in a navy blue suit, his hair perfectly styled in that annoying way. His tinted glasses were on his face as well. He made a beeline straight for the kitchen, starting up the coffee maker and pulling food out of the refrigerator to make eggs.

"What, you didn't eat before you came here?" I grouched, slumping into the kitchen chair, rubbing my eyes.

"No. This is for you." Downey said in a perfectly uncaring manner. "After you go upstairs, shave, shower, and get dressed. You'll want to. We're going out."

I could've argued with him. As it was, I asked if he was my nanny and he told me someone had to take care of me because I obviously wasn't doing it. I wondered why he didn't ask where Margarita was. Maybe he already knew I'd broken things off with her.

I didn't argue, going upstairs and taking a fairly long shower. I shaved and soaped up. I kind've liked the long hair thing I was doing for Bucky Barnes. Y/N had liked it too. Maybe that's why I hadn't cut it yet.

Marvel productions had been stopped. Fans were worrying that it would be the last Marvel movie ever. I figured it wouldn't. Stan Lee didn't think it was the last one either. But I did know I wouldn't be playing Bucky Barnes.

I should probably look into selling this house. I had money stocked away, but this was the sort of house millionaires could afford. I doubted whatever job I got after this wasn't going to be paying half as well.

I got dressed in a simple polo shirt and jeans. I headed downstairs, pulling my hair into a slight man bun.

The eggs were done and tasted fairly good. I was surprised Downey could cook.

"Alright, what's the good news Robert?" I asked as I ate.

"First off, Christina Bobb, that's the lawyer that's going to represent you, she's already uncovered confidential emails, not only between both Anthony and Joe, but also between several other millionaires and celebrities. There was a lot of money put into this. She's also discovered- with the help of a few other lawyers- that it was never meant to be a Marvel Movie."

"I think that was pretty obvious." I grunted out.

"It was some sort of psychology project that was being funded by some of the Middle Eastern Governments and also one of the South American and one European Government. I don't know all of the psychological terms or what they meant, but in the short run, it sounds like it was to see how kids could react under different types of pressure. How one feels being singled out, how another feels if they're underlooked or given more attention. How they'll react if given advantages and disadvantages. It's disgusting really."

I just nodded. I knew that if I said something about having been there, about seeing it in reality, I was going to get that sympathetic look.

And the talk about seeing a therapist.

I didn't need a bloody therapist. I needed confirmation that Y/N had made it back alright. Anywhere in the United States, but I just needed to know she was safe, with her family.

"Is there any more news?" I asked.

"Mrs. Bobb is ninety-nine percent certain that we'll win the case. There were a lot of arrests made when the police swept through that facility. They've also got the man who almost raped Y/N, thought you'd want to know that. You can see him if you want. I've already prepared to pay a small bribe for them to turn their head so you can punch him across the face if you want. Just kidding, I barely had to pay anything. He's scum and they hate him."

"Well that does make me feel a bit better. If you'd told me that in the beginning, I would've worn a suit." I responded.

"We also get our checks even though the movie was never made." Robert said, pulling out an envelope and tossing it on my table. "$345 Mil."

I looked at him. "What?"

"Yep. They divided up the funds. Don't worry, Y/N and all of the other one-hundred and twenty other families already got their money. Not that it probably does anything for them. Y/N's mother already said she'd trade the money for her daughter. I don't blame her. If my daughter or son went missing I'd give everything I had for them back." Robert said.

"Yeah, me too." I murmured. I had no kids, but I thought it might be the same with wives. Or at least lovers.

Not that I could really call Y/N my lover.

"Oh yeah." Robert added as an afterthought. "And they found Y/N."

I choked on my next mouthful of eggs. "YOU TELL ME THAT PART LAST?! YOU BASTARD! WHERE IS SHE? WE NEED TO LEAVE NOW! OH MY GOD IS SHE OKAY? IS SHE HURT? WERE HER FRIENDS WITH HER? WHERE DID THEY FIND HER? HOW LONG AGO WAS SHE FOUND?"

"This is exactly why I didn't tell you right away. Wanted to give you a chance to eat and get cleaned up. She's in a hospital in Pahrump, Nevada. The other three girls are with them. Their families are already being flown out there. Evans and Hiddleston are already waiting on the jet as we speak. Benedict said he wanted to join us, I hope that's alright with you."

"Yeah, sure, let's go." I said, getting up from the table.

Robert said nothing, getting up and leading me out of the house. We drove in silence to the airport, and then no one said much of anything on the jet either.

I was going to see her. I wondered if she would even want to see me. My stomach felt like it was rolling in turmoil and I cursed Robert for making me eat.

"She's safe at least." Chris said next to me. He was being unusually serious and quiet. "That's something if anything else."

I nodded. "I know. I'm thankful for just that."

It was much to soon, and yet, not soon enough before the plane was landing in Nevada.

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braveclementine · 5 months ago

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Five Years Later

Warnings: None, Readers under 18 can read this book.

Copyright: My OCs are Coach Yonce, Emma, Ila, Tempus, and Itty Bitty. I own these characters. I do not condone any copying of this.

"Morning sweetheart." Sebastian said softly as I woke to the feeling of him running his fingers up and down the dip in my hip.

I rolled over, pressing my face into his chest. I wasn't ready to get up. I was tired.

Sebastian chuckled, pulling me back a little to pepper my face with kisses. "You slept well last night."

I cracked a smile though I didn't open my eyes. "I always sleep well after we have fun in bed."

Sebastian laughed lowly, a sound that sent shivers straight to my core. "Is that so? Hmm, would never have guessed."

I finally opened my eyes, glaring at him playfully. "I'm trying to go back to sleep here."

"Well, you can't. It's Ila's birthday, now wake up." He said softly, kissing me again.

If it had been anyone but our daughters birthday. . .

I groaned as I sat up, stumbling out of bed and headed for the bathroom. Sebastian joined me, waking me up more completely with a lovely morning sex session. It wasn't just hot water that steamed the mirrors this morning.

When we finally managed to pull apart from each other, my legs wobbly and unsure, Sebastian chuckling, we got out of the shower and got dressed.

I headed downstairs first to make pancakes for our little girls' birthday. She was three years old, with Sebastian's blue eyes and my H/C colour hair.

Emma, our five year old, honeymoon child, was already sitting up at the kitchen table, colouring in her colour book.

"Morning mommy." She said, brushing back black curls from her forehead.

"Morning sweetheart, what are you colouring this morning?"

"Thanos!" She cheered, "Look!"

It mostly looked like a purple crayon mess, but I just smiled and said, "Looks just like him sweetheart."

"What are we doing for Ila's birthday?" Emma asked, turning the page and started to scribble red all over the Hulk.

"Well, some friends are going to come over. We're going to use the pool, maybe a pinata, a lot of unhealthy food-"

"Are Uncle Robert and Uncle Donald going to come over? What about Aunt Itty?" Emma asked excitedly.

"Yes Uncle Robert, Aunt Susan, your cousins Avri and Exton, Aunt Itty, and Aunt Page are all coming over." I said calmly as I fried up the cakes. "Uncle Donald and Aunt Melania on the other hand, I don't know. Your Uncle is very busy trying to run a country."

"But I'm his niece." She pouted.

"It's not your birthday." You smiled. "It's Ila's. Besides, we're already going to the White House for Christmas."

She still pouted.

"Grandma and Grandpa are coming too." I said to cheer her up- which worked.

Eventually the pancakes were done and Sebastian came downstairs with our lovely daughter, who was clutching her Otter stuffed animal in one hand.

"Hey Ila." I murmured, putting her pancakes down in front of her. Sebastian took a seat next to her to help her cut them up. "Happy birthday sweetheart."

Once the girls were finished, they both ran off together to the living room where her presents were.

"Don't open them yet girls!" Sebastian yelled after them. "You need to wait until at least Grandma and Grandpa get here!"

He picked up my left hand, kissing the new, metal pinky there. "How's it feeling sweetheart?"

"Like a real finger." I murmured, smiling back at him.

Sebastian had been incredibly worried about how the prosthetic would turn out. He was probably even more worried than I had been. Every day since I'd gotten it, he'd asked how it felt to make sure I wasn't in any pain.

"Good." He said, flipping my hand over to place a kiss on my palm.

I giggled, bending down to kiss him.

The door bell rang and I hopped up, racing to get, Sebastian close behind me.

I was always afraid that one of the kids would answer the door and it would be a bad guy, so I always made sure to answer it. Even though I knew several relatives and friends were showing up today, I still couldn't help the fear that came along with the ringing or the knocking of the door.

"Hey Y/N!" Robert said, pulling me into a hug.

"Hi Robert!" I exclaimed, hugging him back tightly. "Hi Susan."

I ruffled their son and daughters heads before those two scampered into the house to go and find Emma and Ila.

"How are you two?" I asked, eyeing the huge present that Robert was carrying into the house, "What is that?"

"A present." Robert replied sardonically while Sebastian rolled his eyes.

"I can see that." I replied, rolling my eyes as well. "It's wrapped. What the heck did you get her? It's huge!"

"Well, she's three. She needs this." Robert said and I glanced up at Susan. She just smiled because he was being Robert.

Sebastian got the door again and Uncle Chris came in with Uncle Tom and Uncle Benedict. Emma ran over to greet her favorite Uncles, climbing up Benedicts leg- or trying to.

"Hey monkey." Benedict said, bending down and lifting her into his arms.

"Uncle Strange!" Emma squealed, hugging him tightly around the neck.

Sebastian laughed, as he always did.

"Emma, that's Ben." I said with a smile. "Dr. Strange is just a character."

"Which he plays." Emma said with a serious face. "Therefore, he is also Strange."

"I agree." Tom said. "He is strange, isn't he?"

"Exactly!" Emma squealed and I gave up, giggling.

"It's fine." Benedict assured me, laughing as well.

"Uncwle Chwiss." Ila said, toddling over to Chris and he bent down to hug her.

My parents were next, quickly mingling with the group, greeting their grandchildren.

Everything was moved outside and the kids jumped on the bouncy house while the adults relaxed in the large pool that Sebastian had put into the house long before I had married him. With the settlement money that we'd won in the Russo lawsuits, we were set for a long time before either of us had to get a job. And of course, Sebastian was still acting so he was getting large paychecks on that.

I looked over when I saw some people coming into the yard, not having expected any guests. I hopped out of the pool when I saw who it was.

"Uncle Duck!" Ila shouted, waddling over to the older man who was still wearing a suit and red tie despite the relaxed occasion.

"Hey pumpkin." Donald said, lifting her up into his arms. "Hello Y/N."

"Hey Don. I didn't think you were able to come over today." I said with a smile. "You know, being the President and all."

"Well I've got all the time in the world for my nieces." He said, clapping his hands together once.

"How's Melania?" I asked, not seeing anyone but him here.

"She's great! She's got another photo shoot today but she sends all of her love to this little lovebug." He said, holding one hand out to little Ila. She gave him the high five with a giggle. "Okay down!"

He put her down on the grass and she tumbled over to where the bouncy house was. Emma was laying dramatically on the ground after being hit by one of the plastic balls they were playing with.

When she popped up and saw who was here, she shrieked, racing towards him.

"Hey Em." Donald said she ran smack dab into his chest.

"Uncle Donald you came!" She laughed and then tried pulling him over to the bouncy house. "Come play with us."

"How long can you stay?" I asked.

"At least till the cake." He said with a grin.

I laughed and headed back to the pool, though most everyone was getting out around this time, sitting around the unlit firepit and popping open beers.

I sat down next to Sebastian, who wrapped an arm around my waist. "I didn't know he was going to show up."

"Yep!" I beamed. "A surprise present."

Things evened out and as it grew later and the kids grew tired, we pulled out the cake and presents.

Turned out that Robert had gotten her one of those foldable princess tents. It was massive and pink and I knew she was going to want it in her bedroom and she was totally going to get it in her bedroom.

She received a variety of other things, mostly barbie or princess dolls, a couple of Littlest Pet Shop toys and sets, and also a couple of the Marvel Lego sets which I rolled my eyes at. Scarlett had gotten her one of those playdough sets where you're supposed to make kitchen creations, while Elizabeth Olsen had gotten her the ice-cream set.

Anthony had gotten her one of the drawing mats which would help her learn to draw, while also teaching her ABCs and 123s, along with some shapes and some animals.

Tom had gotten her some of those CDs with the little kid nursery rhymes on them, which were some of her favorites right now.

Benedict smothered her with Disney stuffed animals including Stitch, Dumbo, Baby Yoda, and Simba. She declared that they were all her new favorite stuffed animals.

Chris had gotten her an American girl doll, which she also loved.

Really, she just loved everything she'd gotten.

Donald won the competition though. He gave her a dollhouse. But not like, a normal dollhouse. He gave her a life sized dollhouse.

"Don't worry." He assured me, handing me a panel with a screen on it. "It's got cameras and you can lock it so no one can hide in the house or anything."

"Thank you." I murmured, glad he'd taken that safety precaution into mind. I had just been thinking about how a bad guy could hide in there and attack her before she went inside to play.

It was a nice dollhouse too. You could fit inside, although Sebastian had to stoop pretty low. It was like a cottage, more like, with a tower in the front and even a small balcony- although it wasn't that high up.

It was decent sized of course- although you couldn't go to the second floor as you were not small enough and the upstairs wasn't really much more than five feet apart second floor to roof. There was some small furniture- though no bed which you were happy about.

"Thank you!" Ila squealed, wanting to go into it right now while Emma stared at it with wide eyes and a dropped mouth.

"Don't worry." Donald winked at her. "You'll get one for Christmas."

Sebastian laughed. "Then you two will never have to buy a house in the future. You're all set."

Emma giggled, "Can mine be pink please?"

"Emma!" I scolded. "You can't ask for that. It's a gift."

Donald just laughed.

Emma's future Christmas present:

Everyone later departed with high spirits, the two girls of yours already fast asleep. Benedict had to carry his kids back to the car.

"Well that was exciting." Sebastian said once the two of you had cleaned up and were now settled in bed.

"I hope they were really happy with everything." I fretted. "I don't want them spoiled- but that happened anyways. But I don't want them to grow up ungrateful either. You know? Taking everything for granted?"

"We'll teach them, don't worry." Sebastian said. "You know the only time they get presents is their birthdays and Christmas anyways. And maybe small things on like Easter or the Fourth, but that's it. You and I both say no to them about everything else on normal days. And they're young so we don't have to worry about it till they're a little older."

"I know." I said. "I just want to be a good mother."

Sebastian pulled me into a tight hug, my back against his chest. "You. Are already an amazing mother Y/N. And." He rolled over pressing me down into the pillows. "I think that you would make an amazing mother to a third or fourth or maybe even a fifth child."

I giggled, taking Sebastian's hand. "Oh? But didn't you know?" I moved his hand down to my stomach. "I already am."

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