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my-status-single · 7 months ago

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The One Where Peter Parker Has a Baby: Chapter 1

He’s four. His name is Ben. He’s with Happy. They won’t let him run to him. He’s four. His name is Ben. He’s with Happy. He can’t go to him. He’s four. His name is Ben. He’s safe with Happy. He’s safe. His name is Ben. He’s four. He’s Peter’s.

She had been pregnant.

It had been early.

So early that it had been months before she even realised. Half of the universe disappeared, Peter included.

And months later she had given birth to their son.

Their son.

Ben.

Fic Summary: Mostly canon compliant fic that centres around the relationship of Tony Stark's daughter and Peter Parker.

From the Author: This is a Peter Parker/Reader fic. It jumps back and forth between the "present" (after the blip is reversed) and the past (pre blip reversal). The main focus is Peter and our girl Y/N, but there will be exploration into other relationships as well. These include but are not limited to Tony/Steve Peter/Harley Harley/Harry Peter/Harley/Harry Steve/Bucky Tony/Stephen. Each chapter will have content warnings listed that are specific to the chapter just for added security, there will also be a summary of the chapter if the content is something you don't want to engage with but would like to continue to the next chapter. There will also be a comprehensive list of warnings. The severity of these topics varies from very intense to simply implied. Be sure to check the individual chapters for more detailed descriptions of how these themes are used.

Fic Content Warning: Underage sex, unplanned pregnancy, teen pregnancy, polyamoury, child abuse/neglect, parental death, suicide, self harm, Tony Stark in Endgame Chapter Word Count: 1743 Chapter Summary: This chapter sets up the premise of the story. Touches briefly on Peter and Y/N's relationship, as well as introduces us to Y/N's powers. Chapter Content Warning: Teen regnancy/unplanned pregnancy-We discover that Y/N was pregnant during the blip. Peter and Y/N are in high school at this point. Blip-The Blip is a part of this series, the way Peter was blipped is mentioned Mentions of anxiety/depression-It is implied that Y/N struggled/struggles with mental health Parental death (not Tony)-Peter has dead parents Descriptions of injuries-After the battle with Thanos many characters are injured, Tony and Y/N's are discussed Medical themes-Tony and Y/N are in a medical centre, Y/N is in a coma

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Ao3 Chapter 2 Chapter 3

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May 2023

Peter has known her for as long as he’s known anything.

Back before his parents died, they had been prominent members of the Oscorp Foundation. They worked directly with Norman, and so Peter grew up spending a lot of his time with Harry Osborn. Occasionally, though, there would be a collaboration between Oscorp and their largest competitor, Stark Industries. With S.I. came Tony Stark, and with Tony came his daughter.

She was about a year younger than him and Harry but she held her own just fine. She was smart as a whip and full of fire.

He’d been in love with her for longer than he knew what love was.

They had taken such a liking to each other that Tony made the effort to get them together as often as possible. Eventually, moving them to New York full-time after Peter’s parents died. Tony made an effort to keep up the relationship even then. He did it for his daughter; she’d become so attached to Peter. And he had done the same.

The sun rose and set with Y/N Stark as far as he was concerned.

The bond between them grew as they did. They became halves of the same whole. One rarely without the other. He held her when she sobbed, broken and exhausted, after spending the court-ordered time with her mother. She calmed his overloads after he was bit. They knew each other instinctually. Better than they knew themselves in some ways.

And yet, there was never anything romantic.

Until there was.

They both knew. When they’d grown old enough to understand what love, marriage, and dating were, they knew it was inevitable. That there was no Peter without y/n.

And that is a very daunting thing to face at such a young age.

And they understood that there would be no going back once they crossed that line.

They knew they would cross it eventually.

But they had all the time in the world to cross it. And now, when they were so perfect as friends, neither wanted to risk what they had.

And so they didn’t.

There was flirtation that couldn’t be helped. There were touches that toed the line between platonic and romantic, touches that lingered. Nights where they would fall asleep next to each other and wake up in a state where you couldn’t tell where one started and the other ended.

But it never went further.

Until it did

They were good kids, really. Good students, excelling in their studies, involving themselves in extracurriculars, making a difference in their community. They were good avengers as well. They weren’t officially on the team, certainly were never put in harms way. But Tony allowed them to patrol the city in the evenings, and to train with the team at the compound on the weekends. They excelled there too.

But everyone has times when they just need a break.

It happened the first time during one of those breaks

They had finished midterms, Natasha had been kicking their asses in training for the last month, they were tired.

And so they snuck into the hangar and hacked one of the jets. Because she could override her father’s protocols without even blinking. Spain. She had wanted to go to Spain. He’d remembered her talking about it, so he puts in the coordinates and settles in for the ride.

They’ve shared a room, a bed, countless times at this point and yet somehow this is different. Somehow this leads to their mouths on each other and their virginities lost to each other.

Things change after that.

It takes a while for them to get over it. To admit “I want you” and “I always have” and “I don’t want to wait anymore”. But once they do, once they allow those walls to be broken down they are inseparable.

The funniest thing about the whole ridiculous situation is their behaviour barely changes.

They simply kiss now. Because they already spent nights in the others bed, they already were always touching the other somehow, they already could read the others mind and anticipate their needs. So at school, no one noticed they were dating until Peter gave her a quick kiss before running off to some sort of internship activity.

Its been years now. They are perfect. Ideal. He loves her with everything in him.

And that’s why, when the invasion starts, he webs her to the bed so she can’t follow after him as he goes toward the battle.

Why he goes to the battle despite her screams, her begging, her pleading. Why his last words as he disintegrates in Tony’s arms, after pleading whispers of “I don’t want to go” are “I don’t want to leave her.”

He spends five years living a life with no memory of his previous one. No memory of her, of Tony, of Spiderman.

When the dust finally settles after that final battle, he’s the one screaming, begging pleading. Because his girl, his brilliant, beautiful, reckless girl, simply refused to let her father die.

She’s always had them. The powers, the enhancements, that were so graciously forced upon her by her mother.

She hated them, hated why she ended up with them. But they gave her the ability to save Tony’s life, despite it being at nearly at the cost of her own.

He’s held back, not sure by whom. He hears Steve yell for assistance to get them both off the battle field and to get them immediate medical assistance.

Her powers are…complicated.

Her ability to heal is incredible. Whether it be herself or others. But it comes at a cost.

Healing takes energy. She’s able to choose, when healing injuries, whether to use the injured person’s energy or her own. The severity of the wound would usually influence her decision.

She was comfortable using someone else’s energy for smaller things, scrapes, bruises, most of Peter’s injuries because of his own accelerated healing. But bigger things…she would use her own “Because I heal better” she would say.

Like after he’d taken the weight of a building their sophomore year, she’d used her own energy to heal that. He watched the colour drain from her face, watched slashes and bruises come and go across her skin, watched her exhaust herself right in front of him as the pain eased from his body.

After a fight like this neither had the energy to heal something as severe as this. But she did it anyway.

She does heal better. Quicker, more efficiently. It’s hard to leave any kind of mark on her because her body just rids itself of it.

So she lay in a hospital bed, half dead, as her body begins to repair what should be fatal.

Tony was exhausted, on the brink of death, he’d had nothing left to use up. She herself had been spent. So she took, and she gave. She gave what little energy she had left to Tony and took as much pain and damage from him as she could. Took as much as she could until her body gave out.

Tony woke later that night. Exhausted. Badly scarred. Weaker than Peter had ever seen him.

But alive.

Peter is sitting at her bedside now, holding her hand in his. Needing to feel that it’s warm, needing physical proof that she’s alive. He’s fading in and out of consciousness. Fighting sleep because he can’t risk something happening while he’s asleep. It would be a restless, nightmare filled sleep anyway.

“Tony, we shouldn’t be arguing about this; you’re exhausted; you need to rest. We can talk about this la-“ He can hear Steve’s voice in the next room.

“We’re talking about this now.” Tony responds.

Peter, even with his heightened senses, can barely hear him. He tries to tune them out, focusing instead on her heartbeat. A comforting, familiar sound that lulls him into a sense of security.

But the next words he hears make his blood run cold, and his head snap up.

“He’s my grandson. He’s likely scared. He can’t have his mother, so let me see him.” Tony sounds angry despite his severely weakened state.

“Tony…” Steve says gently. “Look at yourself. You’ll only scare him more. He’s my grandson too. Let me look after him.”

Peter takes a moment.

Grandson.

Tony has no biological children other than y/n. There is Harley…a boy Peter’s age that Tony had taken in when they were thirteen. They’d been fast friends. And…maybe Harley could have had a child in the five years Peter had been gone…except he’d been in the same place as Harley for the last five years, and there was no child.

So…so that must mean that y/n had…that she’d had a child.

Sometime in the last five years she’d moved on…gotten pregnant…had a baby? He shakes his head, his chest aches. His feet move before he’s fully aware of it. He walks into Tony’s room. He stands there silently, until Steve notices him.

“Peter.” He whispers, a sigh in his voice.

Peter laughs weakly, tears on his cheeks that have no right to be there. It had been five years, he had no right to have expected her to wait five years. “I um…” He clears his throat, sniffing. “I didn’t mean to eavesdrop…it’s just so quiet here.” He says quietly.

“Kid ther-“ Tony starts but Peter holds up a hand.

“Don’t…don’t. It’s okay. You don’t need to defend…just…if there’s a way I can help? I could call his father, if someone hasn’t already or…or go pick up anything that he might need…or…or I can fuck off if you think that would be bett-“

“Peter.” Tony says as firmly as he’s capable of. Peter looks up. “Come sit. We need to talk.” He says, gentler now.

She had been pregnant.

It had been early.

So early that it had been months before she even realised. Half of the universe disappeared, Peter included.

And months later she had given birth to their son.

Their son.

Ben.

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just-dreaming-marvel · 3 months ago

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LEGACY ~ 16

LEGACY MASTERLIST

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Word Count: 2,725ish

Summary: You finally get rescued.

Warnings: Mentions of previous tortures and abuse; scars; PTSD; nightmares

They had decided to give you a few more days before the procedure because your body still wasn’t where they wanted it to be. You had stopped caring, having lost all hope of a rescue. You slept most of the time, deep down wishing that you would forever stay asleep. Instead of waking up to men coming to change your IV, you woke to blaring alarms. You pushed yourself into the corner as you heard commotion out in the hall. There were guns firing and other fighting heard, including the familiar sound of vibranium hitting against the walls. Suddenly, the door to your room flew off of its hinges. Your eyes clamped shut as the light from the hallway was too bright.

Steve walked in and immediately noticed you cowering in the corner. He took a few steps closer before he froze, getting a good look at you. There were scars littering your skin. You were incredibly dirty and much skinnier than you had been. There was a muzzle over your mouth and an IV attached to your arm. Then there was also the fact that you were trembling.

“I found her,” Steve whispered over the comms. “She’s in bad shape. I’ll get her to the quinjet.”

Your eyes snapped open when you heard the familiar voice. You looked up at him in shock, not knowing if this was a dream or not. Steve carefully walked over and crouched down beside the mat.

“Y/N,” his voice was full of relief, yet completely calm. “It’s okay. We’re getting you out of here. You’re safe now.” You didn’t move, simply staring. “Do you know who I am?” You gave a small nod, relief flooded his eyes. The longer he was there, the more you could feel his emotions: great concern and relief. “I’m going to take you home now, Y/N. Can… Can I come closer?” You nodded. He crawled closer, kneeling right beside you. “I’m going to remove the muzzle, okay?” You flinched as his hands reached up. He stopped. Hurt exuded from him. “I’m not going to hurt you, I promise, Y/N/N. I just want to get the muzzle off, alright?”

You swallowed nervously and nodded. You hung your head so that Steve could access the back of the muzzle. Steve carefully unlatched it and pulled it from your face. You immediately took a deep inhale and exhale through your mouth as Steve tossed the muzzle away.

“I’m going to remove the IV next,” Steve told you. His eyes were locked onto your as his hands slowly moved to pull the IV and then quickly retreat. “Can you walk?”

You shook your head. He reached for you and you pushed yourself further into the corner.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” Steve quickly apologized. “I should have asked. I’m not going to hurt you. You know that, right?” You gave him a hesitant nod. “Okay, if you can’t—”

“Rogers, where the hell are you?!” Tony’s panicked voice echoed through the comm device in Steve’s ear.

Steve leaned away from you. “I’m with Y/N. We’ll be out soon.”

“Better hurry, Steve,” Sam’s voice broke in. “There’s more agents coming out and we need to blow the building.”

“I’ll let you know when we clear the building.” Steve moved closer to you as his full attention came back on you. “Y/N, if you can’t get up then I’m going to have to carry you. I promise that I’ll be as gentle as I can.”

After a moment, you gave him a nod. You knew that you could trust Steve, you just didn’t trust the possibility that you could be torn from Steve’s arms and turned into a soldier at any moment. As gently as possible, Steve picked you up, one arm under your legs and one around your back. Your weak arms wrapped around his neck the best they could as your head went to rest against his shoulder. Tears filled your eyes due to a mixture of your own emotions and Steve. You knew that you were going to need to control your powers, in your memory you knew how but you also didn’t. Almost like there were two different lives—two different versions of you— in your head.

“We’re heading out,” Steve informed those over the comms. “I need the quinjet ready for flight.”

“It’s prepped and ready,” Natasha stated. “There’s a second quinjet on the way. Those of you who aren’t here by the time Steve arrives, we’re leaving you.”

Steve rushed out of the HYDRA base as quickly as he could while still being careful with you. As Natasha had said over the comms, she was waiting in the quinjet, ready to fly out of there. No one else was there.

“Oh my gosh,” Nat breathed out as Steve ran up the ramp with you in his arms.

“We need to go now,” Steve ordered. “She needs to get out of here.”

“On it.” Natasha took off before the ramp was all the way up.

Steve went to set you on a readied cot but you refused to let go of him, clinging to his neck. He knew not to fight you so he sat down on a bench with you still in his arms.

Natasha focused on getting you to the Compound, where she had already called in doctors and told Happy and Pepper that you had been found.

“Romanoff, do you have her?” Tony’s terrified voice came over the speakers on the quinjet.

Natasha quickly fixed it so that the communication was only in the cockpit area. “Yes. We’re heading to the compound. Helen and her team are ready and waiting.”

“I’m making sure this base is finished and then I’ll make my way to the Compound. Red… how’s she doing? Has she said anything?”

Natasha glanced back at you and Steve. Her heart broke as she saw you trembling in Steve’s hold. “Tony… she’s not okay.”

“I’ll have Wilson and the others finish up here. I’m heading to the Compound now.”

Steve’s eyes never left your shaking form in his arms. He was honestly okay with the fact that you wouldn’t let him go, he was terrified that this was all a dream and that you would disappear as soon as he let go. The scars that he didn’t think you could get were making him angry. He could only imagine what HYDRA had done to you to give you them and was also extremely worried about how this whole ordeal would affect you. Steve silently vowed to himself that he would be there every step of the way, whatever you needed.

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Helen and her team rolled a stretcher onto the quinjet as soon as it landed. Steve stood up to meet them. He tried to set you down but you wouldn’t have it.

“It’s just Helen,” Steve whispered. “Her and her team are going to look you over. You’ll be okay, I promise.”

After a few seconds, you let your arms go from around Steve’s neck. He carefully set you down on the stretcher. As soon as you were on the stretcher, you curled up into yourself. Helen and her team quickly pushed you into a glass med-bay room. Steve and Natasha were right behind them, but they didn’t let them in.

“I need you to uncurl for me, Miss Stark,” Helen prompted kindly.

Slowly, you obeyed. You held your breath as they attached wires and an IV. You looked at the glass wall that was separating you from Steve and Natasha. Happy and Pepper had now joined them. They were all watching with horrified looks on their faces. Pepper had tears trickling down her face. Before you could look away, you saw Tony rush up and try to enter the room. Steve and a nurse quickly stopped him.

“I need to be in there!” Tony shouted, still trying to force his way in. “That’s my kid in there!”

“We know, Mr. Stark,” the nurse calmly responded. “But we are trying to check on her.”

“Let me in there now!”

“Tony,” Steve called, trying to remain calm. “Let them work. They can’t do their best to help her if you're fussing all over her.”

Tony looked through the glass wall. Your eyes met and you quickly began crying. He pressed his hands against the glass. “I’m right here, Y/N! I’m right here. It’s going to be okay. You’re going to be okay.”

It was clear to you that Tony hadn’t slept in weeks and as Wanda, Vision, Sam, and Rhodey joined the others on the other side of the glass, you knew that the others didn’t get sleep either. You closed your eyes and let out a sob. Your eyes didn’t stay closed for long because your anxiety needed to watch what Helen and her team were doing. You knew you could trust them, but something inside of you didn’t.

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It felt like hours before they put you into a private room and left you alone, waiting for the test results to get back. A nurse, Connie, was in your room, getting you settled in.

“Your father is waiting to see you,” she stated as she replaced your IV fluids. “He’s been begging to be let in. Wilson, Rhodes, and Rogers are the only thing holding him back. Are you okay if I let him in?” You gave a shaky nod. Though part of you should have been mad at him, all you wanted was your dad. “Alright, sweetie,” you flinched at the nickname, “I’ll go get him.”

The moment Connie left was the first time you’d been alone since Steve rescued you, and you absolutely hated it. You could feel your heart rate start to go up but you were soon distracted by loud, quick footsteps coming closer. Tony burst into the room and hurried to your beside. He went to reach out to touch you but retreated when he actually looked at you. His breath caught in throat as his eyes trailed over your scars that covered your skin from your shoulders to your ankles.

You were still dressed in the HYDRA biker shorts and sports bra, so Tony could practically see everything. Tony’s emotions were all over the place and you were feeling every one. Right now, you wished you were strong enough to control your abilities. You lifted a shaky hand to reach for one of Tony’s. You couldn’t make a connection, your hand falling back on the bed as your fingers brushed his hand. Tony’s gaze went to your face as his hand took yours carefully.

“Y/N…” he breathed out. “I’m so sorry… I’m so sorry.” You had never heard Tony apologize so sincerely. There were tears in his eyes and he wasn’t ashamed of letting them fall. “I’m so sorry… For everything… I was so scared. I thought I had lost you.” He brought your hand up and held a kiss to your knuckles. “You’re never leaving my sight.” You gave his hand a light squeeze. More concern flooded Tony’s being when he realized you hadn’t said anything. “Sweetheart,” you flinched. “What just happened?” You began crying. “Kid,” Tony got onto the bed and held you close. “I’m right here.” He kissed your head. “You’re safe now.”

Tony kept trying to comfort you as you cried. His heart was breaking further at each sob that tore through you. Tony was blaming himself for all of this. He hadn’t stopped people from finding you. He should have brought the Team in on it sooner and not kept the secrets from you. After some time, your cries subsided but Tony still kept a hold on you.

“I know there’s some people waiting outside to see you,” Tony whispered. “Is it okay if I let them in?” You shook your head. “Why aren’t you talking to me, sweetheart?” You shook your head again, the tears coming back. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry… kid, I can’t help you if you don’t talk to me. I’m getting more worried.” You kept quiet. “Do you want to clean up a little more before you see everyone? Would that help?” You nodded. “Alright.” He kissed your head again before leaning over and pressing the nurses button.

Connie soon appeared. “What can I help with?” she asked.

“Y/N would like to get cleaned up.”

“Oh, of course. Let me get that IV out first.” She quickly did as she said. “If you could help get her to the bathroom and then run to get a change of clothes, I’ll help her with the rest.”

“Of course.” Tony got off the bed. “Do you want to try and walk?” You looked unsurely at the bathroom door. “You know what, I don’t think I’ll ever let you walk on your own again.”

You were still looking at the bathroom door when Tony went to pick you up. It didn’t register in your mind who was touching you. You scrambled away, falling off the other side of the bed.

“Y/N!” Tony exclaimed, hurrying to the other side of the bed. He crouched down near you.

Connie joined his side. “You need to make sure she’s aware you’re touching her,” she quietly told your father. “Captain Rogers already gave me an extensive lecture about it.”

You were trembling on the floor, trying to calm yourself down. Tony crawled closer, putting his hands up so that you could see them. He hated that HYDRA had left you in this state and that Rogers knew more about helping you than Tony did.

“Y/N?” His voice was as calm and gentle as he could be. “I’m going to pick you up and take you to the bathroom, alright?”

You took a few deep breaths before nodding. Tony was slow and deliberate as he pushed his arms underneath you and carried you to the bathroom. He set you on the edge of the tub before kneeling in front of you.

“I’m going to grab you some clothes. I’ll be right back,” Tony promised. “Connie’s going to help you get cleaned up.” You nodded as Tony tried to tell if you were going to be okay while he was gone briefly. With a sigh, he stood up and kissed the top of your head. “I’ll be right back.” Then he left.

Connie began filling up the tub before she helped you get undressed. She layed out multiple towels, washcloths, and soaps before helping you into the bath and helping you get cleaned up. Every step of the way, Connie asked before she made a move. She wouldn’t do anything until she received a nod from you. Connie made sure that every move she made was gentle. Her emotions were calm, but worried. You kept your eyes on her every moment though, in your mind, you were trying to figure out how to stop feeling all these emotions.

A soft knock sounded at the bathroom door. You held your breath until Tony’s voice came through the door, “I brought the clothes.”

Connie got up and opened the door enough to grab the clothes from Tony. She came back to you and you noticed that the clothes that had been brought were shorts and a tank top. Connie saw what you were thinking written all over your face.

“Dr Cho wants to watch your scars,” she explained, almost apologetically.

You wanted to scream that they would never heal, that it was all useless. You couldn’t get yourself to talk though. Connie helped you out of the tub, get dried off, and then dressed. She helped you walk on shaking legs to the door. Tony was nervously pacing on the other side, immediately stopping when the door opened.

“Here,” he came over, “let me help you.”

Tony scooped you up and carried you to the bed. Connie helped him tuck me in before she placed your IV back in.

“Let me know if you need anything,” Connie said before she slipped away.

“What can I do for you, Y/N?” Tony asked. It was killing him that you hadn’t said a word. If you wouldn’t talk, Tony didn’t know how he was going to fix this.

It was making you sad at how helpless Tony looked—and felt. You took a deep breath and then swallowed.

“D–D–dad…”

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natashaslesbian · 10 months ago

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Papa?

From the ‘Tiny Dancer’ series

Summary: when looking for your mama you find her cuddling with Steve. Natasha has to face the new challenge of telling you the truth about the new love in her life

Word Count: 1.7k

Parings: (Kid!Reader x Mom!Natasha) (Romanogers) (Kid!Reader x Steve)

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“Mama?” You called out into the hallway and your feet padded along the floor “mommy?” You called again. As soon as auntie Kate went to use the bathroom you took the opportunity to search for your mama. You missed Natasha so much, although she had only been gone for a few hours. You knew she was still in the tower, Kate said she was busy working. “Mommy where are you?” You said as you pushed open her office door, the empty chair causing you to frown. You hobbled down the stairs to the gym, somewhere that you were not supposed to go without supervision. Maybe Natasha was training.

“Little spider?” Clint said when he heard you shuffling across the floor “what are you doing down here” he said as he came to kneel in front of you “I can’t find mommy” you frowned “do you know where she is?” You asked “is she not in her office kiddo?” Your uncle said as he pulled you to sit on your knee “no, I looked there” you drew your gaze away from Clint’s gaze “I’m sorry for coming to the gym by myself, I just wanna find mama” you sighed as you wiped your nose. Clint pulled out the handkerchief he kept special for you “it’s alright y/n” he said as he gently wiped your stuffy nose “do you want me to help you find mom?” You nodded “yes please”

You searched the kitchen, the living area, your bedroom, mommy’s bedroom and even auntie Yelena’s room but you couldn’t find Natasha anywhere. Meanwhile on the towers rooftop gardens, Clint was talking a panicked Kate down from her rambling “I thought she might have gotten up here and I was so scared!” She spat out “it’s alright, she’s down in her bedroom” Clint said “she’s waiting for me there” he guided Kate back down into the tower to your bedroom. “Y/n oh my goodness!” Your aunt said as she rushed into your bedroom “don’t you ever do that again you scared me” you dropped your gaze, thinking you were in trouble “I’m sorry auntie Katie” you mumbled “it’s ok y/n, you’re not in trouble you just gotta let someone know where you are” the two of you hugged it out and continued your search for Natasha along with Clint.

“Uncle Tony hasn’t seen her either, I’ve asked everyone!” You loudly sighed, throwing your arms into the air. “Are you sure you asked everyone angel?” Kate said as you came to settle on her lap, you racked your brain for a few moments thinking so hard you felt like your eyes would pop out. Suddenly it hit you “Uncle Steve!” You abruptly said “I didn’t ask uncle Stevie! Come one!” You jumped down onto the carpet and pulled Kate to her feet, knocking into Clint when rushing out of the room. “Woah! Where are you two going in such a hurry?” He asked “I gotta ask uncle Steve if he’s seen mama!” You called back, still pulling Kate along the corridor. Only did you let go of her hand when you reached Steve’s bedroom “Uncle Steve!” You called as you opened his door with no invitation “have you seen…” you stopped in your tracks when you finally found your lost love “mama?”

“Hey sweetheart” Natasha said as she sat up abruptly rubbing her tired eyes “are you okay?” She asked “why are you sleeping with uncle Steve?” You innocently asked, missing the way Clint chuckled at your choice of words (they weren’t exactly too far from the truth) The assassin shot daggers at Clint before turning her focus back to you “I was just having a nap darling” she said. Your inner widow sass started to come through as you stood with a large pour and tightly crossed arms “I’m not silly mama!” You said “what do you mean sweet pea?” Asked Steve “you were holding mama how uncle Clint holds auntie Laura! Have you been kissing my mommy?” You demanded. Clint and Kate took the opportunity to sneak away from the situation before you exploded into emotions “y/n baby calm down” Natasha said as she stood up from the bed “no!” You yelled “you’re my mommy! You’re only allowed to cuddle with me!” You said through angry tears “y/n don’t be rude sweetheart, mommy’s allowed to spend time with her friends too isn’t she?” Natasha asked as she came down to your level “Uncle Steve isn’t your friend! He’s your boyfriend! You’ve been spending time with him instead of me!” You said through choked sobs “baby girl mama’s allowed to spend time with other people just like you do, you gotta share remember y/n” you were still young and still learning so much, but sharing your mommy was defiantly not something you were happy about “but you’re my mama!” You cried and hurried from the room, leaving a stunned Steve and devastated Natasha, she didn’t want you to find out like this.

“Mommy doesn’t love me anymore uncle Clint!” You cried into the agents shoulder “oh y/n that’s not true!” He said “your mom loves you more than anything, and I think she loves Steve too but in a different way” Clint explained “wha-what do you mean?” You sniffled “well, you see your mommy loves you the way I love your cousins, us moms and dads have special hearts made just for you!” Your sobs started to subside as the new conversation caught your attention “they do?” You asked “they do! When you were born your mom got a brand new heart just for you so that she can give you all the love in the world” Clint continued “so you see now she has two hearts, one especially made for you and one to love another” you wiped your red eyes and shifted on Clint’s lap “I think that your mommy uses her second heart to love Steve the way I love your aunty Laura. So you see y/n your moms love for you hasn’t got smaller, she’s always going to love you no matter who else is in her life” Clint concluded his little speech with his signature smile and was rather pleased to see that you were no longer crying. “So mommy still loves me?” You asked your uncle “and she loves Steve too?” Clint nodded “I love mommy and Steve too” you said “you see, even your tiny little heart can fit so much love inside it! I think you should go find your mom and let her know that you love her” Clint suggested and you were off his lap and out the door before he could stop you.

You sprinted down the corridor, heading back to Steve’s bedroom. You turned a corner and crashed straight into a pair of legs, the force knocking you to the floor. “Y/n!” Natasha cried “I’m sorry baby I didn’t see you, are you okay?” Your moms fear only increased when you jumped up and threw your arms around her “oh I’m sorry baby, shh, it’s okay” she cooed for a moment before realising that there were no sniffles in the air “y/n?” Nat said as she pulled back from the hug. “I love you mommy!” You smiled brightly at her “I love you too baby” Natasha said, a little confused. “I’m sorry for being rude mama, I didn’t mean too” you pleaded “I just want you to still love me even if you love Steve too” you said as you pulled on your moms sweatshirt “oh y/n” Nat sighed “of course I’m still going to love you, I will always love you tiny dancer, you’re my world and no one else comes before you” your mama said as she gently kissed your forehead. “You’re mommy’s best friend and you always will be” she finished. “I know mama, uncle Clint told me about your two hearts and how one of them is just for me!” You exclaimed brightly. “Well uncle Clint is right you know” Natasha said as she lent down to touch your nose with hers. The widow was constantly impressed with Clint’s smart ways of calming you down. “Is Stevie still in his room?” You asked your mom.

Natasha led you back into Steve’s room, hand in hand. The solider sat up immediately at your presence. “Hi Stevie” you shyly said “hey y/n” Steve replied. You waddled over to his bed and climbed up to sit next to him while Natasha stood by the doorframe. “I’m sorry for being mean unc- Steve” you mumbled “that’s okay y/n” the avenger said. “I was just scared that mommy wouldn’t love me anymore, but now I know that she will because she has two hearts, one for me and one for you” you said, kicking your legs slightly. “Um- yes well that’s right you know” Steve muddled through his sentence. “Do you love my mama?” You asked “I do, very much y/n” Steve said “and you’ll always be nice to her” you said with your biggest puppy eyes “I promise I will” Steve smiled. “And you’ll share her with me?” You said “always” Steve said. You thought for a moment and glanced at your mom then back at Steve. “Will you be my papa then?” You quietly asked. Natasha felt her heart swell with love, she had never expected you to welcome Steve so easily. “Is that what you’d like?” The solider asked “yes please” you mumbled behind your sleeve “then of course I’ll be your papa” Steve smiled. You immediately climbed up and wrapped your arms around his shoulders, and shortly, Natasha came to join you both.

You always thought it would just be you and your mommy, and at first you were scared that Steve was going to take her away. Now however, you were excited to spend more time with Steve (he was secretly one of your favourite people in the avengers.) Over the next few days you did everything together and you got to see just how happy your mom was with your new papa. Natasha still had all the love in the world saved up for you, and she made sure to continue to shower you in it. You were sad when Steve had to leave for a 2 day mission and you missed him more than you thought possible. It was safe to say that you liked this new expansion of your little family, and you couldn’t wait for all the fun you were going to have together.

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mmimagine-40 · 3 months ago

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The Love of a Father

I don't know why I am on such a kick for Stark!Reader but I am so enjoy!

Mainly: Dad!Tony Stark x Peter Parker x Stark!F!Reader

Other Pairings: Steve Rogers x Stark!F!Reader x Bucky Barnes, MJ x Peter Parker.

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The atmosphere in the Avenger Campus was..tenses. To say lightly. Just taking one step on the campus and you can feel how everyone was on edge. All the Avengers seem off. Snappy almost. Worst of them was Tony , Steve and Bucky. It been like this for Weeks. Ever since losing contact with Y/n and Peter.

A few weeks back Y/n and Peter were sent on a quick and simple mission. There had been some strange Activity readings coming from an abounded building that was once know to be used by Hydra. It should have been a fast and easy mission. Just get in, get some readings and get back. At the most should have taken 3-4 days. But the mission went wrong fast. As drones came out attacking Y/n and Peter. The last thing that The Avengers had any communications with them, they saw Peter and Y/n complaining about their suit acting up. Then at one moment Y/n tries saying something about her suite not respawning to her. Then her communications and suit went offline. They all watched in horror as they can see Y/n falling out of the sky. Peter swings trying to get to her as he screams her name before his suite and communications also went offline. The Avengers lost all connection to them.

Tony , Steve and Bucky went crazy. Pinning the last known location of their suits and running off to the location. Trying to find them. But every lead they found was a dead end.

In those weeks it became so tense in the Avengers campus. Everyone on edge as they also worry about Peter and Y/n. They were also very worried about Steve , Bucky and Tony. Who all three were on a thin line from breaking. Tony was locked up in his lab all day and night. Never leaving. At times there can even be tools and other objects being thrown around the lab. Steve and Bucky weren't much better in the training rooms. Needing to blow off steam. Steve broke almost every single punching bag. And Bucky volunteered to spar and train the new recruits. All of which ended up in the infirmity with injuries.

It was another day of the three not sleeping and stressing. When alarms started going off in the building. Many of the avengers come together in communications room. "Whats going on here?" Tony asked rushing in. Nat looked back at him before looking back at the screens trying not to say anything about his dark eye bags. Normal she wouldn't hold back. But she knows Tony along with Steve and Bucky aren't holding it very well with Peter and y/n missing. "Someone hacked into the system and got one of the quin jets to take off". "Do we have any way to get control of it again or anything?" Steve asked as he and Bucky also walked in. Nat shook her head no. "Whoever it is they know what they are doing. They took full control we are completely locked out. Even Friday can't get into it". Tony nodded as he step forward watching the screen as it shows the flight path the jet was going on. "Okay lets keep an eye on it see where its going.".

Over the the next day they kept a close eye on the jet when they noted that the jet was heading back to the campus. The Avengers decided to suit up and wait for the jet. To get the element of surprise on whoever took the jet and is coming back.

Friday; Communications form Quinn Jet 2914 incoming.

Tony approved it as the avengers listen in to see who it was. "Y/n Stark, (Iron hero name), We are about 20 minutes from landing at avengers campus. I'm going to need a med unit as soon as we land.". Y/ns voice cracks through the coms. Everyone went silent as their breath catches into their throats. "Friday get the med units here now!" Tony said panicking as he pulled up the screens to see when the jet will land.

Those 20 minutes felt like years as they all waited. Seeing the jet come down and land. All on edge as they wait for the doors to come down. Standing back to not rush Y/n and Peter. After landing a few minutes later, Y/n and Peter coming hobbling out. They look very rough. Beaten and cut. Peter leaned on Y/n as his arm was around her shoulders as she basically carried him out. The medical Unit rushed forward with Tony , Steve and Bucky. Tony helping Y/n get Peter on a stretcher. Then get the medical team rushing Peter off as he was in a very bad condition. Y/n stepped back as she let the team take over. As she did Steve and Bucky stepped up to check her over. She sighed as she turned them. Falling tired into Steves arms. Steve pulls her close. Picking her up as he carries her to the medical unit as well.

Its now been days since the events. Tony , Steve and Bucky never leave their side. Making sure that Peter and Y/n were okay and getting the story of what happen. But as the days passed Steve and Bucky became worried. Y/n wasn't really talking. She was off. They tried to be patient and let her heal. But they were worried about her.

After Peter and Y/n healed and were doing a bit better the Avengers held a get together. Not a full party. Just sitting around drinking , eating and being around one another. Steve and Bucky were talking as they watched Y/n carefully.

"i'm worried about her. Shes....just not the same". Steve said to Bucky as they watched Y/n. "I am too. I know we need to give her time. But still. I'm afraid something else is wrong." Bucky replied. Steve nodded as they see Pepper as she was get a drink. They look at each other before walking over to Pepper. "Hey Pepper, Can we talk to you a bit.". Pepper smiled up at them. "Hi Steve, Bucky. Yeah what's up?". "Its Y/n. We are worried about her ... she seems off.". Bucky said. Pepper smiled softly as she nodded seeing what they are talking about. She gesture them to follow her. They do as she walks them over to one of the couches that was off to the side of the room. On the couch asleep was Tony laying flat on his back. tucked into one side was Y/n then other side Peter and laying on his chest was Morgan. As they all slept. Tony holding them all close to them.

"She just needs her fathers comfort.... I know its hard. But give her some time. She will be okay." Pepper says softly to them. Both Steve and Bucky nodded as they looked down at them. Y/ns face was more relaxed as she slept in the comfort of her father and her siblings.

A fathers love is what both siblings needed to heal.

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This is not the best, I had this idea of needing a fathers comfort but wasn't sure how to write it. Please if you wish to use the idea please do and tag me. Enjoy -MM

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literaryavenger · 10 months ago

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Unleash your inner Avenger Masterlist

[On hold]

Summary: This is how I see the MCU going if Reader was in it.

Warnings: MCU spoilers. Language. Mentions of death, fighting and use of firearms. My poor attempts at being funny. Each chapter will have its own warnings.

Captain America: The Winter Soldier | Part 2 | Part 3

Avengers: Age of Ultron

Ant-man

Captain America: Civil War | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5

Black Panther

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anonymityisfunwriter · 4 months ago

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There Is No Coming Back From This - Chapter 4

Characters: Stark!Reader, Steve Rogers, Tony Stark Summary: "It's her time, Tony. And I hate that as much as you do, but there's some things you can't fix. There is no coming back from this."

"What do you mean you're leaving?"

"You're so dramatic," Steve groans, rolling his eyes at Bucky as he makes his way to the door, "I'll be back in an hour. I'm just getting a few things so we're ready to move when we have to."

"Then take her with you!" Bucky insists.

Your eyes volley back and forth between the two men, not bothering to pretend that you're not listening to them talk about you.

"It'll be quicker if I go alone."

Though he did ask you if you were okay with being left alone with Bucky given your tense encounters. You shrugged Steve off and told him you didn't care. Steve only wished Bucky was as ambivalent.

"Fine, then I'll go with you!"

"We can't leave her alone."

"Well, I don't babysit."

"You're not babysitting because she's not a baby."

Bucky quickly steps in front of the door, wedging himself in the doorframe. "I mean it, Steve! What the hell am I supposed to do with her?"

"I don't know, maybe, and I know this seems a little far fetched, talk to her," Steve incredulously suggests. "Have a normal, civil conversation."

Bucky snorts, "With a Stark?"

"With another person. Don't you remember what it's like to be 17?"

"No, actually, I don't."

"You two will be fine." Steve peels Bucky away from the doorframe, stepping through the door. "I'll be back in an hour. Kid, you have the burner phone I gave you?"

"Yeah."

"Call me if you need anything."

"Got it."

"Steve, I mean it - " Bucky begins to object again. This time, he's met with the door snapping shut before him. He stares at the door for a long moment. He shakes his head, muttering under his breath, "I'm gonna kill him."

Bucky barely acknowledges your existence as he walks back to his kitchen. He plops himself down at the table, staring at the wall in front of him.

You take this as an opportunity to smooth things over with him. Sure, you didn't really do anything to him, but your father was still mostly responsible for him and Steve being fugitives. You take the only other seat at the table, plopping yourself right in his line of sight. "You know, Steve's told me all about you. He made you sound a lot nicer though."

Bucky barely offers a grunt in response.

"But I'm thinking that treatment is reserved for me. Because I'm a Stark."

Bucky continues to ignore you, shifting his intense glare to the small kitchen window.

"I don't blame you for what happened to my grandparents. I know it wasn't your fault."

For the first time since you met him, his gaze shifts to you, "Your father does."

"But I'm not my father."

"Sure you are," Bucky remarks. "Apples don't fall far from the tree."

Your brows pull in. You loved your father. You loved him as your father, as a scientist, as an innovator. And still, you weren't blind to his temper, to his constant need to strive for bigger and better. He wasn't a person that could leave well enough alone. You knew that firsthand. "What does that mean?"

"It means, that it's really only a matter of time before that Stark arrogance and cutthroat ambition kicks in. All you morals, ethics, everything that's right or wrong, it'll mean nothing to you. Consequences be damned. Just like your father."

You're not sure that you're the person that's supposed to be hearing this. These words weren't meant for you, but he unloads it on you anyway. "Don't talk about my father like you know him."

"Isn't that what he did to you? Consequences be damned. He wanted to make his perfect little daughter a perfect super soldier."

You shake your head over and over, "That's not true."

"Sure it is." He raises an eyebrow. "He's willing to use every single person in his orbit as his little experiments. There's not a single person that he isn't willing to use and discard. That's why you're here and not with him."

You shakily exhale, your voice tinged with laughter, "Ouch."

"Truth stings, doesn't it?"

"I was dying," you state, staring at Bucky. His eyes widen slightly as his face drops. He looks over at you. You stare down at the table, tears starting to fall down your face. "Cancer. That's why he did what he did. He was trying to save my life."

He remains quiet, though this time it's not of his own volition. You've left him speechless. You wordlessly stand up, and take a seat back on the couch to wait for Steve. You lift your knees up, propping your head on them, and pull the hood of your sweater up.

For the remainder of the hour that Steve is gone, Bucky sits in the uncomfortable silence. He can't quite think of another time he's felt like a bigger jackass.

And considering he's the reason you're upset, he's pretty sure he has no right to console you or to try to smooth things over without Steve's presence.

The moment he hears Steve's familiar steps, he bolts for the door, quickly stepping outside into the hall. Steve's eyes widen as Bucky blocks Steve's entrance into the apartment.

"Okay, now, don't be mad."

"Oh God," Steve groans, pinching the bridge of his nose. "What did you do?"

"What makes you think I did anything?"

"What did you do?"

"Okay, okay, I'll tell you. I just want you to know that I didn't mean to. I just - I kinda lost sight of the fact that she's a kid. And that I wasn't talking to Tony Stark."

"What do you mean? Bucky, what the hell did you do?"

Bucky's mouth twists remorsefully, "I might've said some things... About her family. About how eventually she'll lost sight of all morals, ethics, and sense of right and wrong with that Stark ego. And I may have said something along the lines of her father discarding her and dumping her here with you."

Bucky cringes as he recounts each barbed word he threw at you. "But - but in my defense, I didn't think she'd cry - and - and I didn't know that she was dying. If you think about it, it's really on you for not telling me that. And that means this whole thing is sorta all your fault."

"My fault?" Steve squawks. "So she has to have cancer for you to be nice to - Wait, you made her cry?"

Bucky winces, "There may have been tears."

"I left you alone for an hour. One hour. How did this even happen?"

"Well, she just started talking. I was trying to ignore her, but she just kept talking. She went on and one, saying how you told her about me, that I was nice, and she didn't think I was to blame for her grandparents. I don't know, I just kinda snapped."

"So she, a 17 year old, a child, tried to be the bigger person and smooth things over with you, not that she really had to because she's not her father. And instead of being patient, or at the very least not yelling at her, you berated and insulted her and her family? That's what you're telling me?"

Bucky throws his arms up in exasperation, "Well, when you put it like that, it sounds really bad!"

"Because it is really bad!"

"Okay, okay, I admit, I was being a jackass."

Steve rolls his eyes, "How did you leave it?"

"I didn't get to say anything else. She just put her headphones in and sat on the couch with her hoodie up like an angsty teenager."

"She is an angsty teenager! She was on death's doorstep last week. This week, she's a fugitive with powers that she never wanted. I think that would make anyone a little angsty!"

"Okay, okay! I already said I was being a jackass. Go talk to her or something. She's on the couch with her headphones in."

"Headphones?"

"There those little things that you put in your ear - "

"I know what headphones are!"

"Okay," Bucky raises his hands in innocence. "No need to shout."

Steve grits his teeth, trying to remain calm in spite of the two children he was now looking after. "Just let me talk to her. Then, you can apologize."

"Fine," Bucky huffs like a petulant child.

Steve walks through the door first. He spots you on the couch, "Kid?"

"I don't think she can hear you."

Steve holds up a finger, walking up to you and pulling on the loose headphone wire. He holds the wire up, showing Bucky that it's not connected to anything. He pulls down your head to find you staring up at him with a sly smirk on your face.

Bucky sputters, "What the hell?"

"She doesn't cry," Steve explains. "And she didn't bring her phone with her. There's nothing to plug her headphones into. I'm surprised she even has them."

"Yes, I do cry," you retort. "I can cry."

"I can count on one hand how many times I've seen you genuinely cry. You can, however, cry on cue, but no, you don't cry."

You narrow your eyes at Steve, "You don't know that."

"I've known you since you were five years old. That's how you used to get out of homeschooling."

A crocodile tear falls down your cheek, "But Uncle Steve.."

He points a disapproving finger at you, "Don't Uncle Steve me, that doesn't work on me anymore."

"Oh my God," Bucky exhales. "She's an actual psychopath."

"And you're an asshole!" you retort.

"Language!" Steve remarks. He turns to Bucky, gesturing to you, "Now apologize."

"Me?" Bucky's eyes widen in disbelief. "She fake cried to make me feel bad."

"Do I need to remind you what you did?" Steve rhetorically asks.

Bucky grumbles, "But, Steve..."

"There's two adults in this room, Bucky. Can you please act like one of them?"

"Don't bother," you object. "I head you from in here. You only feel bad because I had cancer. I don't need you to feel bad for me. I don't want to be here any more than you want me here."

"Okay, okay, can we all just calm down?"

Bucky scoffs, turning away from you, "Whatever, Princess."

"Whatever, Buchanan," you counter.

Bucky whirls around, glaring at you, "What did you just call me?"

"What's wrong, Buchanan?" you taunt. "You don't like the taste of your own medicine?"

"Don't call me that."

"Don't call me Princess. At least Buchanan is your name."

"I already told you to quit calling me that. No one calls me that. Who even -" He looks at Steve, who looks entirely fed up with you and Bucky. "Why? Why? Why would you tell her my full name?"

"In my defense, I was just telling her a story." Steve looks pointedly at you, "I certainly didn't think she'd use that against you."

"I have no regrets. He started it."

Steve quietly mutters to himself watching as you and Bucky bicker back and forth. "How the hell did I end up here?"

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younswnn · 4 months ago

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[Steve and Nat teaching their six year old daughter (reader) math.]

Steve : You have 10 children and 7 chairs, what do you do?

Y/n : Kill three.

Nat : No Y/n, we don’t kill.

Y/n : the 7 children who shows the most potential may sit.

Nat, to Steve : Well that’s somehow worse.

Steve : No, you add more chairs, how many do you add?

Y/n : One.

Nat, confused : Why one?

Y/n : One chair has four legs. I can stab each one on each four children and even saved myself a seat.

Steve : NO.

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juiles · 1 year ago

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Just a normal day

Requested: yes

Summary: an average day with a teen and her father and his team.

Warnings: none

Type: pure fluff

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Today was a calm day. No one was out on a mission. Some people were writing up some mission reports but everyone was just lounging around the compound. A calm day. Y/n walked into the building, Friday alerting everyone around them that the teenager was home from school.

“Hello darling.” Steve said looking up from his piles of paperwork to see his daughter walking in, her backpack slung up on one shoulder, her phone in her other hand.

“Hi papa.” Y/n murmured plopping down next to the man with a soft sigh. “How’s paperwork?”

“Oh well you know. Average.” He said picking up his pen and starting to write again. “Homework?” This pulled an elongated sigh from the blonde teen who flopped her upper body on to Steve’s lap who chuckled and tucked a lock of hair behind the girls ear.

“Always.” She muttered with a small pout forming on her lips. “I don’t want to do it papa…”

The two heard a chuckle come from a redhead behind them. “Awe does the poor baby have homework?” Natasha rounded the corner and plopped down next to the man and his daughter. Y/n stuck her tongue out at the older woman. “Really mature kid.”

“Well i am a kid aunty Nat.” She said with a look before sitting up with a loud groan. “Time to do some AP calc i guess.” She said pulling out her binder from her backpack. The binder thudded on to the table making everyone glance up, most having an eyebrow raised at the loud sound it made.

“Damn kid. What kind of work are they giving you? It’s heavier than the files after the Battle of New York were.” Tony said shifting in his seat to sit back and look at her binder.

“It’s uhm… calc and then just normal classes? It’s average work load for students.” She shrugged and started her homework. “Whose day is it for dinner?” Natasha asked as she scrolled on her phone lounging next to the young girl.

“Wanda i think. But i could be wrong.” She murmured as her feet went to lay over her fathers lap. “Papa do you know?”

Steve gave a hum with a shake of his head as he finished signing off the paperwork in front of him. “No doll. Do your homework please.”

Y/n roller her eyes at her father before going back to her work mumbling about something no one could understand. Natasha stood up and walked in to the kitchen to make a cup of coffee. “Want some coffee kid?” She asked looking over her shoulder seeing the blonde nod slightly. “Cream and sugar?” She once again saw the ponytail bib up and down and she poured the coffee for herself and the girl before bringing it back over making all the guys start to whine.

“What?”

“You can’t just get her and you coffee?!”

“Why don’t we get coffee?!”

“Come on Romanoff!”

“Favouritism!”

The teen merely smirked and stuck her tongue out at the men who preceded to all pout. “I’m her favourite. It’s very clear.” Natasha rolled her eyes and continued to scroll on her phone while the teen did homework. Tony coming over at one point to help her with calculus and Bucky and Steve helping out with her world war project for history.

All was calm until Wanda called dinner, causing all the guys to stumble over each other to get a spot at the table, all leaving a seat next to Steve open so the teen could sit there after packing her bag up. She came in with a sigh and plopped down beside her father.

Dinner was her favourite time of day. It was when everyone who was on earth and not on a mission, got together and had normal conversations and family time. It was very nice. A little loud, a little chaotic with all the guys trying to get all the food, especially when Thor was here but she wouldn’t change it for the world.

“Papa. Can you pass the peas please?” Y/n asked timidly looking over at the blonde man who hummed and put it on her plate. “Thank you.”

“What do you want to do after dinner baby?” He asked the teen as she looked around at the table. “Movie night?”

Tony whooped and looked at the teen. “Who’s picking mini cap?”

“I’m not mini cap and I am. You all pick lame ass movies.” Y/n said causing all the men to immediately protest. “Nope! If you don’t wanna watch my movie then fine but papa, aunty Nat and aunty Wanda and I are!” She said with a small huff making everyone try to muffle a laugh. “You’re so cute darling.” Steve said kissing his daughters head causing the girls cheeks and ears to tint pink.

The team all helped clean up from dinner before they all found their way to the living room where they all settled down. Thor sitting on the floor, leaning against the arm of the couch. Tony with Pepper cuddled up in a love seat. Wanda and Natasha cuddled on one side of y/n. Steve holding his daughter close on the other side. The whole family settled down to watch the movie that the teen had picked.

As y/f/m played, y/n started to drift off, her head buried into her dads neck just enjoying the calmness and love that came from being surrounded by her whole family. She felt herself be lifted and tucked into her bed and a scruffy kiss from her father who murmured a soft ‘I love you darling. Sleep good’ before leaving her to fall asleep contently.

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jackfrombaskinrobbins · 2 years ago

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being tony stark's daughter would include... (headcanons)

type of writing: headcanons / scenario

word count: 778

request: yes / no

original request: can you do one where the reader is tony’s daughter and loves to wear fancy stuff like cher from clueless 😭. and instead of being that stereotypical “mean spoiled rich girl”, the reader is actually super sweet and people sometimes take that for granted and use her for her stuff and money?

dynamic: tony stark x stark daughter!reader

characters: reader, tony stark, happy hogan, mention of steve rogers, natasha romanoff, bruce banner, peter parker, harley keener, and miles morales

a/n: ty for the request!! also requests are still open hehe :)

coming soon: clint barton younger sibling headcanons, overprotective avengers when reader has a boyfriend headcanons, hanging at the sanctum sanctorum over break headcanons

taglist: @nutellani

(message me or send an ask if you'd like to be included in the taglist!)

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tony stark is an awesome dad.

like he just goes above and beyond to make you smile.

it’s well-known that he spoils everyone at the compound, but since you’re his daughter, he spoils you A LOT.

you’ll come home from school often to find a little box on your bed, and it’s always something you either had mentioned in passing, or something that you didn’t even know you needed.

like you got into crocheting for a little bit. you now have buckets full of multicolored yarns in every texture and color one could ever need!!

also i feel like when you told him your favorite ice cream was the same flavor as his favorite, he literally almost burst with excitement.

and now you ALWAYS have that ice cream.

he even built a little gadget that only lets you and him eat out of it.

the only exception to the rule is happy, as thor painfully found out one day.

he went to have some and it shocked him, but happy just reached in and got it anyway.

also if you’re tony stark’s daughter, i just have to say what an iconic trio you, your dad, and happy are.

like y’all always look so badass with matching shades or whatever.

you got matching shirts for you three for christmas and they both reluctantly wore it.

natasha took like fifteen pictures and steve was literally on the floor dying because he thought it was so funny.

anyways one of the coolest things about being tony stark’s daughter are the gadgets.

for example, you have a lot of clothes. but guess what? you don’t ever have to do laundry.

all of your clothes are put in this special hamper. it washes, dries, and folds/hangs the clothes up for you, then puts them away in a neat fashion.

you have a high tech mirror (ala cher from clueless!!!!) where you can “try on” outfits before you actually retrieve them to wear.

it’s kind of awesome?

jk it IS awesome.

anyways you’re also super smart.

science and math just come easily.

it must be…. in your blood or something.

bruce made that joke once and tony locked him out of the lab. then peter tried to make it too and tony made him go “test” a robot that blocks people out of a room HAHA

that being said, your dad actually lets you in the lab.

ikr? kind of crazy.

you have your own little corner to work on stuff.

also you and bruce are so iconic. i think you would have tea parties every sunday.

tony says it’s “childish” but you can tell he’s jealous

once you caught happy setting up high tea for him and tony but then he told you that you didn’t actually see anything

now, it’s usually a great thing to be tony stark’s daughter

but finding real friends is tough.

there are people who are awesome, like peter parker, harley keener, and miles morales.

but there’s a lot of people who’ll use you to get to your dad or your money.

and yes that sounds stereotypical, but it’s really tough.

there was a group of kids who seemed really excited to go out with you, but then you realized it was all for social media clout and that they expected gifts and stuff.

so you ended up exploding on them, and it gave your dad some bad press.

you were so embarrassed that you locked yourself in your room, refusing to come out.

happy left some tea outside but you didn’t want it.

so then finally tony came in.

guys he’s iron man he can get through a locked door

and you didn’t really want to talk.

so instead he just put on some music.

some really loud guitar music.

and then, with the door still open, tony stark began playing air guitar.

now you knew he would do this sometimes, but not with the door open.

and then he started to SING.

that man cannot sing guys.

needless to say, it gave you a laugh.

he grabbed your hands, pulled you up, and the two of you started dancing around the room, laughing harder than ever before.

when the song ended, he told you he wasn’t mad.

and that people can be losers sometimes

but that you certainly weren’t.

then he said one day he would come up with a loser detector so that you wouldn't have to go through something like that again.

and he was only half joking, so you just laughed.

but deep down, you were happy to have someone who cared for you as much as your dad, tony stark, did.

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lazydoodlesandfanfic · 2 years ago

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Like You Were Never Gone (Tony Stark X Daughter!Reader) *PARENTAL *MINOR TRIGGER WARNING

Characters: Tony Stark X Daughter!Reader

Universe: Marvel, Avengers

Warnings: Mention of death, implied suicide, mourning

ANGST/FLUFF

Request: Hello could you do tony x daughter genius reader wherein she loves solving crime kinda sherlock Holmes and she mostly solve it. The avengers are trying to recruit her but she refused because she love solving crime and it wear off the boredom. The avengers especially her father are worried at reader whenever the reader didn't eat nor sleep or even in the tower for couple of days and thinking something is wrong but sure the reader is solving hard cases. Anyway something happened while solving the crime, the reader (kinda like sherlock) was face to choose between her life or her loves and so she fake her death and the avwngers are devastated. No one knows she's alive till three or four years later. Hehehehhe

The mood of everyone since the morning started had been off, and no one was addressing it. Everyone went on with their days, doing their jobs, meetings, training, planning for future missions, but there was a tension in the air, and Tony was a lot quiter than usual. More passive, off in a daydream, but no one asked if he was alright. They didn’t have to.

They knew he wasn’t alright. Why would he be? It was the third anniversary of the death of you, his daughter. It wasn’t a natural death- something anyone saw coming and could prepare for. It was sudden, coming out of nowhere, surprising everyone. And the worst part? It wasn’t even an accident.

No one knew the exact details about what happened that day. You were acting strange- but that was just you everyday, being secretive, getting into trouble that Tony didn’t know the full extent of until days or weeks or months after it was all over, usually you putting yourself in insane amounts of danger to solve a criminal case, each time never failing to driving your poor father insane with worry. But in hindsight, the team couldn’t deny you were being even more secretive, more paranoid, more shut off then usual. The last time any of them saw you asleep in the tower before your death was 3 days prior, and none had seen you ate for at least a day before, being consumed in your work and thoughts, but they never got the chance to ask what was happening to offer help because you left the tower the night prior to your death, and the last time anyone heard from you, was when you called your dad to tell him you were sorry, and goodbye.

Tony had spent the last 3 years trying to figure out what the case you were working on was. There was no doubt that your death was linked to it in some way. However, you hadn’t told him much, and no matter how many times he flipped your old room upside down or had FRIDAY scan your electronics for anything, or keep track of every single contact in your phone and friend on social media for any suspicious behaviour, there wasn’t many leads, and those leads dried up in a year. You told no one what you were investigating, you covered your tracks thoroughly, and if you had taken any notes about your findings, you hid them so well not even a genius, and more importantly your father, could find out where you had put them. No traces. No leads. No idea on what led you to the decision to die that day, and so seemingly out of nowhere. The end result was nothing but questions, and your dad who was trying to act like nothing happened- somewhere between you’re still alive and just somewhere living such a normal quiet life- totally not your style- to the point where he had nothing to tell the others about and so didn’t speak about you, and acting like you never existed in the first place, but spending every night looking for anything to give him answers.

Despite the clear discomfort and tension amongst everyone in the room, everyone tried to act like it was a normal day. Everyone consciously tried to not look at Tony more often than they usually would, stayed on track with their conversations, and Tony kept his head down and was quieter than he usually was as Maria was briefing the group about some leads they got from their last mission. However, after Maria paused to switch slides, the quiet but identifiable buzzing of a vibrating phone was heard, and everyone stopped and looked amongst each other before Tony felt his pocket, and eyes went to him. “Sorry.” He apologised with a fake smile as he dug into his pocket, retrieving the phone and looked at who he was, then froze, the smile fading immediately. Everyone tensed as Tony stared at the screen of his phone. Bruce, who was sat closest to Tony, peaked over his shoulder, before his eyes widened and he looked at everyone in a panicked rush before turning back to Tony.

“T-Tony-” Was all he was able to get out before Tony stood abruptly, leaving the room, and putting the phone to his ear. Everyone looked at Bruce in stunned silence, knowing he was was the only one in the room to give answers to what just happened. Bruce gulped, before he opened his mouth again. “It was Y/N. Y/N was calling him.”

“Who the hell is this and how did you get my daughter’s phone?” Tony stopped in the empty hallway, but his voice, while a growl, was still a whisper. He could feel his hands shaking, pumping with adrenaline. Despite the fact that you were long gone, Tony kept your phone. He paid the bill for it to remain active, kept it tucked in a drawer in your room between clothes where he couldn’t hear the vibration so he could call your number and hear your voicemail and for a moment believe you’d pick up, and just to hear your voice so he couldn’t forget. He couldn’t forget. At this point the words ‘Hi this is Y/N, if you’re hearing this, I’m busy. Don’t call again, I’ll call you maybe’ were the crispest words he could recall in your voice. He only got the phone out once a week to charge it back up.

“Dad, it’s me. It’s Y/N.” The voice on the phone responded to him. You. It was you. Even the tone in your voice was the same- somewhere between tired and annoyed, but Tony long knew you usually didn’t actually feel the way your voice sounded. Despite this, Tony couldn’t help but doubt. This had to be a trap. Someone pretending to mess with him. “Sorry for… what I did. I really wish I could have done it differently, given you some piece of mind, but trust me, it was the only way.” You told him, and Tony couldn’t help the small scoff escaping him. This had to be a trick, unless he was somehow talking to your ghost? As if.

“Prove it’s you.” He said simply, and he heard you chuckle.

“I knew you’d say that. I’m coming into the tower now. FRIDAY is about to alert you. Let me in.” You told him and hung up. Tony dropped the phone to his side, and waited. Waited for FRIDAY to activate, to speak. After a second, nothing happened, and Tony sighed, closing his eyes. It was a trick. A sick trick of some sort-

“Mr Stark?” The voice of the AI made Tony’s eyes snap open. “I don’t know how to explain this, but your daughter is downstairs and wants access to the elevator to meet with you. Shall I activate security and lockdown?” She asked him.

“No. Let her come up.” Tony answered, turning and starting to head back down the hallway, using the wall to stabilise himself. Ahead of him, the door to the meeting room opened, everyone stepping out and seeing him, Steve stepped forward, putting a hand on Tony’s arm. They were expecting an angry Tony, one who would snap at Cap, tell him to get his hands off of him, that some sick individual had called him as a joke, or that someone else had gotten your phone number and somehow called him on accident or something- not Tony, so pale they thought he was dying, seemingly in deep shock and not fully aware of his surroundings.

“Tony what happened?” Steve asked, holding the man up.

“It was her. She… she’s in the elevator now, she’s going to be here any second-” He told them.

“It’s probably a trap, everyone be ready.” Natasha spoke up, and everyone moved out of the hallway to the large open lounge area where the elevator’s opened to, and they waited. Tony forced Steve to take him as well, not sure who to believe. It sounded just like you. But you’re dead. Who else could be in the elevator? But you’ve been gone for three years.

After a short period of time, the elevator was heard reaching the floor, and everyone tensed as the door opened. Everyone stared as you stepped out. Completely fine. Your eyes scanned each of the avengers, before they landed on your dad. Your head tilted, your shoulders slumping, and you sighed. “Hi dad.”

Tony carefully pulled Steve off of him, walking slowly over to you until he stood over you, taking in all your features- making sure they were all correct. Little features only a parent would notice about their child, things that even a clone would fail to adopt. They were all there. Tony raised his arm and put it on your shoulder, and when his hand didn’t go straight through you like a hallucination or a hologram, he pulled you towards him into a hug. It was only when you wrapped your arms around him did he finally digest that you were actually here, and he lost his breath. “How? How are you here?” He asked as he clung to you.

“Where the hell have you been, kid?” Clint asked. “We all thought you were dead. You faked your own death for three years- why are you back now?” He asked. You pulled away from your dad to look at everyone again, before looking at your dad, who also very clearly wanted answers.

“It was related to your case, right?” Tony asked, and you nodded. “What happened?”

“Something unexpected happened. Someone, somehow, had the upper hand on me, and they made a very clear and very real threat that I had to take seriously and act quickly to get control of the situation back.”

“Y/N, stop being vague. You’ve been gone 3 years, I want answers, not another riddle to decipher.” Tony scorned at you, getting an annoyed look from you, before you responded.

“I thought I was up against a singular person, but I quickly realised it was multiple people, and then I found out that was an entire organisation, and the head of it all made it clear that they had the man power to make the threat to kill you and anyone I care about.” You explained, looking directly at Tony, before you turned to the others. “And you all too. They sent evidence to me that they had people tracking your every move and at any point if I didn’t do as they said, they could kill you immediately. I had to do as they say.”

“What did they want you to do?” Tony asked, this time his voice a lot calmer, though there was some veiled anger- not at you- in his voice.

“To die.” You answered, shortly, and quickly everyone realised exactly what had happened. “So I did. I had to make it look as real as possible, and also make sure no one could trace what I had been doing so they wouldn’t go after you for knowing things and making everything I did be for nothing. So, I died, they thought they had nothing to worry about anymore, and they went on with their ventures, and I got to work on getting under their skin without them realising. As of 2 hours ago, that case is officially closed. News reports will be rolling in soon, but I don’t know when or even if I can ‘come back to life’. But… I had to let you know as soon as it was safe to do so, that I’m alive and okay. And I’m sorry.” You explained.

“You were… undercover, this entire time? Did you do it alone?” Tony asked. You shook your head.

“I had a small group of people who knew bits and pieces of what I was doing but no one knew the full image, so even if they were compromised, I’d still have an upper hand, luckily it never got to that point, but other than them, yes, I was alone 95% of the time.” You explained to him.

“Anyone we know?” Natasha asked, clearly hinting to Maria or Fury, but you shook your head.

“None of the people I worked with have any ties back to any of you. Like I said, I covered all traces. None of the people I worked with even knew of me being a Stark.” You told her.

“So you solved the case. What now?” Thor asked. Your eyes moved to look back at your dad.

“I need to continue to lay low for a while, might need a bit of the help of SHIELD to expose the information I have as to why the actions I did were the right course, and I can’t just come back- I’ve been dead three years, that’ll be breaking news and easy to tie back to the case if it’s found out too early. So I’m going to lay low, keep my head down… no cases for quite a while. Consider it a holiday.”

“How about that vacation house I used to take you to all the time when you were little? In the middle of nowhere. Also means I can come say hi for a few weeks and we can catch up.” Tony offered, and you smiled and nodded.

“That sounds good. When we get there I can tell you all about the look on that idiot’s face when he realised I wasn’t dead and I was about to make him the dead one.”

“Alright maybe don’t admit to murder until we can get you cleared of charges.” Tony said, pushing you back to the elevator to take you home to gather what you needed, the dynamic of you oversharing or saying something inappropriate and him having to draw you back in or reprimand falling back into place so easily. Like you were never gone.

Hope you like it! If you have any questions, please send them in!

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graciegoeskrazy · 1 year ago

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marvel masterlist

last updated: 2/27/23

newest ones in bold!

b u c k y b a r n e s

not my first rodeo (Bucky + Teen!reader)

untitled something (Bucky + Teen!reader)

Irreplaceable (Bucky + Teen!Daughter!reader)

Changes (Bucky + Teen!Daughter!reader)

Therapy (Bucky + Teen!Daughter!reader)

Finding the New (Bucky + Teen!Daughter!reader)

amending not avenging (Bucky + Morgan Stark)

s t e v e r o g e r s

don’t you let me fall (Steve + Teen!Daughter!reader)

m a t t m u r d o c k

love it if we made it (Matt + Queer!Teen!Daughter!reader)

guilty as sin (Matt + Teen!Daughter!reader + Elecktra)

a m e r i c a c h a v e z

come back to me and i’ll come back to you (Strange + America)

#bucky barnes x daughter!reader #bucky x reader #bucky barnes #bucky barnes x teen!reader #james bucky buchanan barnes #bucky x you #bucky x female reader #steve rogers #captain america #matt murdock x teen!reader #matt murdock x y/n #matt murdock x daughter!reader #matt murdock x child!reader #matt murdock #doctor strange x america chavez #doctor strange

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j0elmill3r · 2 years ago

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No Alarms & No Surprises

Pairing - Joel Miller x Young!Daughter!Reader, Sarah Miller x sister!reader

Summary - An insight into your last normal day on earth, and your sister's last day on earth entirely.

Warnings - Some angst, swearing, mentions of Sarah's death, violence, reader has hinted ADHD so make of that what you will, Joel has one moment of being a bit of an asshole

A/N - Thanks for the request anon! I made the reader about 5/6 for this one, as always feedback, likes, and reblogs are always appreciated - and I just want to thank everyone for the love on the end of all things!

Word Count - 4.1k oopsie...I got carried away

Request - Anonymous asked:

Hii! Could I request a Joel Miller x Young Daughter!reader about the day the Outbreak happened? It can be angsty, is can be anything you're comfortable writing really! ❤️

You groaned and rubbed your eyes are you felt arms wrap around you and lift you out of your bed, rubbing your eyes at the sudden flashes of light from the sun that was streaming into your room.

"Good morning, baby girl," Joel said softly, smiling as you opened your eyes and looked up at him. You were his youngest, Sarah's half-sister, even though she didn't like to call you a 'half' sister. As much as you were a bit unexpected, it didn't mean that you weren't loved by your dad, sister, and uncle Tommy, even though Joel found it hilarious when you unintentionally bullied his younger brother.

"Morning daddy," You replied, rubbing your eyes of sleep and stretching in your dad’s arms, then settling and resting your head on his shoulder. "Happy birthday." You told him sleepily. Joel smiled as he kissed the side of your head, taking you downstairs to where your older sister stood in the kitchen. She turned to face your dad, a slight pout of frustration on her face as she rummaged through the kitchen cupboards.

"Where's the pancake mix?" She asked him, watching as your face lit up at the mention of your favourite breakfast foods.

"I want pancakes!" You cheered excitedly, tugging on your dad’s t-shirt, which unaware to the both of you, he was wearing inside out. Joel suddenly remembered Sarah's addition to the week’s grocery list and sighed.

"Oh, was I?" Sarah arched her eyebrow at him, an unimpressed look on her face. "Yeah, I was, sorry." Joel apologised sheepishly, trying to avoid the hard gaze of his oldest daughter. Sarah sighed and pouted at her dad.

"I was gonna make you birthday pancakes," She said, the same pout on her face. You frowned, did this mean you wouldn't be getting any pancakes?! Joel smiled at her as he set you on the kitchen counter to pour himself his coffee.

"You know, I don't really like pancakes," He told Sarah, watching as she shrugged her shoulders and giggled.

"I know, they were for mine and y/n's benefit," She said, handing you a glass of orange juice, then one to Joel, who furrowed his brows at the offering. "For vitamin C," Sarah told him as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. "So how old are you today?" She asked. When you thought about it, you didn't really know how old your dad was.

"36," He answered, your jaw falling in shock. "What?" Joel asked you, pushing your jaw back up gently to close your mouth.

"That's so many, daddy!" You yelled, making Sarah laugh at just how old you thought your dad was.

"He's gonna need to wear diapers soon," Sarah nudged your side, laughing as your giggled at your sister’s joke. Joel shook his head and smiled, the sounds made his heart happy, his two baby girls laughing, even at his own expense.

"Who's to say I already don't?" He jokingly asked. You screwed your face up and put your spoon down, dropping it into the bowl of milk in front of you.

"I'm not hungry anymore," You said, looking at your dad. Sarah finished her breakfast and put yours and her dishes in the sink, taking your hand and bringing you upstairs to help you get ready for school. "I drew daddy this picture for his birthday." You said, proudly showing the picture you had used your good crayons on making a present for your dad. Sarah took it from you gently and inspected it.

"Wow, this is so good!" She told you, watching as your face lit up at the praise. "I'm sure he'll love it, but when I come to get you from school, we need to get the bus somewhere to get something for dad, but you can't tell him, okay?" You nodded in understanding, making the motion to zip your lips and throw away the key. She smiled at your innocent gesture and got everything you needed for the day into your backpack.

"Y/n! Sarah! Let’s go, we're gonna be late!" You ran down the stairs at your dad’s call while Sarah got money and his watch, planning to get it fixed for his birthday. Joel bent down to pick you up, slinging your small backpack over his shoulder. "Where's Sarah, baby?" He asked you. Oh no. You didn't know to lie to your dad. He always said lying was bad! Joel noticed the slight look of terror in your eyes, luckily enough, Sarah came downstairs, saving you from needing to lie to your dad. "Where were you?" He asked Sarah.

"Bathroom," She told him nonchalantly, following Joel and Tommy out the front door and watching as her dad locked the front door. Joel went over to his truck and started to strap you into your car seat.

"Hey, neighbour!" The voice caught Sarah off guard, only for her to realise that it was that of their next-door neighbour, Danny Adler. He was feeding his mother-in-law by hand, Sarah trying not to stare with a sense of unease in her stomach.

"Oh, hi," Sarah replied, a smile on her face as she gave a small wave. You struggled in your car seat, your childish curiosity getting the better of you - you wanted to see who your sister was talking to.

"Uh, Connie was askin' after you and the little one, since you girls haven't been over in a while," Danny said, giving you a small wave from the backseat of your dad’s truck. Joel went over to Sarah, having finished strapping you into the car.

"Go on, make 'em happy," He encouraged Sarah, who reluctantly sighed and turned back to the neighbours.

"Oh, we could come by after school? But, just for, like, a little bit?" She offered. Sarah really didn't want to drag you into it, but she wasn't going through that alone, that would make it 100x more insufferable. You had stopped listening to the conversation your sister was having and turned your attention to your uncle Tommy, who had put a cigarette in his mouth. You furrowed your brows and started pouting, crossing your arms over your chest.

"Hey," You said, getting a hum in response from your uncle Tommy. "Put that away, daddy doesn't like people smokin' around me 'cause I'm asamatic," Tommy tried not to laugh at your pronunciation of 'Asthmatic', he just shook his head at you - Your 5-year-old self, however, did not appreciate his tone and actions. "Bitch." You said, in the most innocent tone you could. Tommy's jaw dropped, looking over at Joel as he in Sarah got into the truck.

"What?" Joel asked his younger brother.

"Your child just called me a bitch, Joel," Joel chuckled as he looked back at you, with the most angelic smile your little face could muster. He sighed as he started driving.

"That's my girl."

You held your sister’s hand as you stepped onto the bus, hopping up onto the seat beside her and resting your head on her arm.

"How was school?" She asked you with a smile, looking down at you. You shrugged and played with your hands.

"This boy started acting funny today, he was chasin' me and makin' funny noises," You told your sister, sounding frightened from the day’s events. "Tried to bite me too." You confessed to her. Sarah didn't actually know what to say. She knew that some kids were feral, but this was a different level of feral.

"Did he bite you?" She questioned, sighing in relief when you shook your head. "Good," Sarah said. You sat on your knees and looked out of the window, watching as a full fleet of police cars whizzed by, sirens blaring. You sat back down and cuddled into your sister, once again feeling frightened by the noises and once more mulling over what had happened earlier. Sarah stood up and once again held your hand, waiting for you to get off of your seat. "Y/n?" She got your attention, watching as you snapped out of your apparent trance. You hopped off of the seat and got off the bus with Sarah, crossing the street over to a store -Lone Star Watch & Jewellery. You waited outside, Sarah didn't want you wandering around, it would be her luck that you would accidentally break something expensive. It wasn't long before more police cars went rushing by, sirens sounding once again, and it didn't take long for Sarah to come running out of the store, holding your dad's fixed watch in her hands. You got the bus back to your neighbourhood, where you were forced to spend time with your next-door neighbours. You didn't pay much mind to what your sister was doing with Connie, you were too fascinated with their dog, Mercy. You watched Nana in her wheelchair, making a strange noise and twitching in her wheelchair. Sarah came into the living room where you were sitting.

"Sarah?" You looked up at your older sister as she looked through the DVD shelf. She hummed in response, still scanning over the shelf. "Why is nana makin' that funny noise?" You asked her, looking back at Nana as she continued to make the same noise.

"I don't think she's making a funny noise, maybe it's just Mercy," Sarah said, trying to settle you a bit. She knew you tended to get upset and overwhelmed pretty easily, and as much as she loved you, Sarah wasn't particularly in the mood to deal with one of your meltdowns right now - the day had been stressful enough. You took it and sat back down beside Mercy, petting her as she started to whine at nana.

Okay, maybe you couldn't take it anymore. You went to the kitchen, your eyes filled with tears as you found Sarah.

"Sarah, I wanna go to home now," You said, sniffling as you rubbed your eyes. Although it was one of your meltdowns, Sarah was happy to have an excuse to leave now.

"Okay, we should probably go, thanks Mrs Adler," Sarah said, grabbing both of your backpacks and leading you out of the house as you cried. "Come on Y/N, it's okay," Sarah assured you, unlocking the front door of your house and leading you in. You were still fully sobbing as she struggled before lifting you up to try and comfort you. You started playing with your hair to give you something to focus on, sometimes if you focused too much on breathing you would stop and wouldn't know what to do, which then sent you into an asthma attack. "There, it's okay." She gently told you as you stopped crying, calming down to just sniffles. Sarah sat down on the couch with you, turning the TV on for something to keep your attention until your dad came home - She knew there was a high chance she'd get scolded for not putting you to bed, but hey, she wanted to stay on your good side. Noticing you had fallen asleep, Sarah grabbed her magazine and turned the TV over to the news.

"...No comment today from the Austin Police Department regarding a rash of violent incidents across the city, some suggesting a new street drug may be to blame. More on that when we return with Manuela Sanchez reporting live from..." Hearing the door unlock, Sarah turned the TV over once again so you wouldn't hear any of that when you woke up.

"You locked the door for once, good job," Joel said to Sarah, watching as she put her magazine down. "You know what time it is?" Joel questioned her as he lifted you to sit on his lap, you falling forward on lying on his chest.

"10" She replied, trying to divert the attention onto him being home an hour later than he said he'd be.

"Yeah, 2 hours past someone's bedtime," He scolded her gently, knowing he wasn't entirely perfect in the night wrong doings. "And I know, I'm sorry. They gave us the wrong size for the headers. That doesn't mean anything to ya. I'm sorry." He apologised, mostly to Sarah, since you were too busy sleeping, drooling onto his shirt.

"Where's the cake?" Sarah questioned him, letting out a sigh as she saw the expression on her dad's face. "Come on, man." She said exasperatedly.

"I'll get one tomorrow after I drop Y/N off at school," He assured her, waiting to see if you would respond to your name if you were faking being asleep, but he assumed that due to you staying completely still, that you were out cold.

"Promise, or you won't get your present," She threatened him gently, he turned to her and looked at her with a raised eyebrow.

"You got me a present?" He asked her waitingly. She furrowed her eyebrows at him angrily and shook her head.

"Promise." She said forcefully, Joel sighed. "Okay, I swear." He promised her, watching as she leant over to grab a box and a piece of paper. "Y/N drew you this, she wanted to give it to you but she's obviously a bit busy," Sarah said, handing him the drawing you had been working on. Joel inspected the drawing and smiled, it was of the three of you, drawn on your favourite red paper. He folded it up and inserted the drawing into his shirt pocket, wanting to keep it close. Sarah then handed him the box, and he let out a quiet gasp upon realising what was in the box - his favourite watch.

"Wow," He said, stunned at the gift, holding it to his ear to confirm the ticking he was hearing. Sarah smiled.

"I got it fixed for you," She said proudly. She watched as he started putting the watch on, the question then springing to mind - "Where did you get the money for this?" He asked her.

"I sell hard drugs and use Y/N as my runner," She joked, Joel simply laughed and shook his head. Sarah then surprised him with his favourite movie - Viper 2. It was then that Joel decided to put you to bed, carrying you up to your room and changing you into your pyjamas. You stirred slightly; "Daddy?" Joel kneeled down beside your bed, pushing your hair away from your face.

"Hey, baby girl," He said softly, smiling as you turned onto your side to face him.

"Did you have a good birthday?" You asked him sleepily, Joel smiled and nodded, thinking of the drawing you had gifted him.

"The best, baby," He assured you, he knew you probably weren't worrying, but he knew how you got sometimes. "Okay, goodnight, baby girl, I love you," He kissed the top of your head and tucked you in.

"Love you too daddy," You told him back. He flicked your nightlight on and left your door slightly ajar, should you have needed him.

Sarah hadn't meant to leave you behind.

Everything happened so quickly, she just didn't know what to do, she didn't think it would have escalated like this. She knew Joel was angry at her, how could he not be, she'd left her baby sister alone in the house - Much less a house beside one full of those infected people. Joel might as well have rolled out the car, giving Tommy no time to stop the car before he was running into the house, batting off the infected Adlers as he ran to his house, stopping in his tracks when hearing a clicking noise coming from upstairs.

His heart dropped.

Slowly, he crept up the stairs, trying to listen to the clicking sound to source its origins. Coming to the top of the stairs, he saw Connie Adler in your room, almost searching you out. Joel saw you curled up in your closet, making eye contact with you, he held a finger to his lips, signalling for you to be quiet. He quietly advanced towards Connie, swiftly killing her with a wrench to the head, her body dropping to the floor of your room. Joel almost took your closet doors off of their hinges with the strength he used to get you out, you immediately clung to him, your body shaking with sobs.

"Daddy," You cried out, holding on to him as he once again ran out of the house and into the truck, not bothering to put you into your car seat.

"It's okay baby, I'm here, I've got you, daddy's here," Joel assured you, trying to get you to quieten down. He knew it was no good, that you were likely overwhelmed by the loud sounds of the helicopters and fighter jets, the light and sound created by fires and explosions, it was too much for your brain to process all at once in such a short space of time. Sarah sat in the back, now sheepish and feeling guilty.

"I-I thought you wasn't comin' back," You cried, breaking your older sisters heart - You thought that they had left you there, abandoned you there to die. "What's happenin’ daddy?" You asked him. Joel didn't have time to reply to you before you started to hyperventilate, unable to catch your breath.

"Y/N? Shit," Joel didn't know if he had an inhaler in the truck. Sarah scrambled around to look for one as best as she could in the dark. "Hey, look at me baby, it's okay, hold daddy's hand." Joel held and squeezed your hand, seeing the panic in your eyes made his heart break. Fortunately, Sarah had found your inhaler tucked in one of the compartments of your car seat and handed it to Joel, who quickly helped you out of your asthma attack. You coughed and sputtered for a bit before calming down, becoming sleepy again. As Tommy drove down the road, he began to slow down at the site of a family, a mother, father and their little girl. "Tommy, what are you doing?" Joel asked.

"They have a kid, Joel," Tommy said quietly, looking down at you, dozing off on your dad’s lap.

"And? We got two." Joel deadpanned. For a while, you had fallen asleep, able to block out what was going on around you, and Joel was once thankful for your constant sleepiness.

It was only when the truck crashed that you had woken up.

You started screaming and crying. There was so much going on. People eating other people. Fire. People screaming out for help. You wanted to get up to try and find your dad, but your foot was caught under something heavy. Joel panicked as he looked around for you, he woke up and you were gone from his grasp.

"Where is she?!" He yelled at Tommy, he knew it was illogical since Tommy would have no clue where you were, but he needed someone to yell at it, and it wouldn't have been fair to do that to Sarah.

"Listen, I'll go look for Y/N, you take Sarah and try and find some help," Tommy offered the best plan he could think of at that moment. Joel mulled it over and then nodded, watching as his brother set off to find you.

"Y/N!?" It was your uncle Tommy.

"Uncle Tommy help!" You cried out, you didn't care if he wasn't your dad, he was the closest thing you were getting right now. Tommy was able to find you but struggled to lift your foot out of what it was caught under, but upon doing so, he knew you wouldn't be able to walk on it. "Where's daddy?" You asked him as he put your legs through his backpack straps, then pulled it up so he was carrying you on his back hands-free.

"He's with Sarah, they're okay honey," He promised you. "You keep your head on my shoulder, you hear? Do not look up at any time, okay?" You nodded and sniffled, hiding your face in your uncle Tommy's shoulder. You knew this was a bad dream, this couldn't be real. You had school tomorrow, it was your turn to talk about your dad's job. Your uncle Tommy headed towards the river where he said he'd meet your dad and Sarah, you didn't look up when you heard any of those scary people near you, listening to what your uncle Tommy had told you to do.

When you got to the river, you were initially excited to see your dad and sister again, but then Tommy got angry, which made you uneasy. He saw the gun pointed at his older brother and oldest niece and quickly fired at the soldier. The soldier’s gun fires a stray bullet, and Joel and Sarah both roll down the hill, Tommy running after them with you still strapped to his back. Getting to the bottom of the hill, your uncle unstrapped you and handed you to your dad, who held you tightly, scared that if he let you go, he'd lose you again.

"Her foot's pretty fucked, I wouldn't put her down," Tommy advised his brother, who nodded. You were crying again, but just happy to be back with your dad, you wanted to go home now. "Joel, oh my god." Joel turned around to Sarah, who was panickedly clutching at her bleeding stomach, and in a moment of panic towards his oldest, Joel dropped you.

Right on your foot.

You screamed out in pain, Tommy immediately running over to you to pick you up and try to console you. He knew Joel was panicking, but he had hurt you - badly. As Joel comforted a dying Sarah, you finally took notice of your sister’s state.

"Sarah!" You cried out, trying to wriggle away from your uncle, who moved you so you couldn't see what was going on, you didn't need to see your sister’s final moments. Tommy rubbed your back to try and soothe you, but it did nothing. Joel held a now lifeless Sarah and had a sudden remembrance of his youngest, who was screaming and crying her lungs out. Joel took you from Tommy and held you, unable to find the words to tell you about what had just happened, and what was going to happen in the future - He hoped you wouldn't ask.

Because he wouldn't know what to tell you.

Your dad sat you in the bath of the farmhouse you had stumbled across, 4 days into getting away from Texas. Joel could tell it had all taken its toll on you, you weren't as talkative or active anymore, opting just to sit outside and pick flowers you think your sister would have liked - Oh, how you missed her. Joel could tell that you fully understood she was gone, even though he wished that you didn't. He and Tommy had managed to create a makeshift cast and brace for your foot, but you still couldn't walk on it, needing to be carried by either your dad or your uncle. As much as he hated knowing it, Joel knew that this global catastrophe would take your childhood from you, but he'd be damned if he let it take your life from you like it did your sisters. He washed your hair down with water, to which you didn't react.

"I want out now daddy," You told him quietly. Joel lifted you out and dried you off, changing you back into the pyjamas that you had been wearing since that night. Tommy had gone out on a supply run to try and get you some clothes since you had been complaining that you were cold. There were only two bedrooms in the farmhouse, so you had to share one of the beds and rooms with your dad, which didn't really bother you. Joel carried you to the room and laid you down on the bed, tucking you in, and placing your inhaler on the nightstand, just in case the dust of the place triggered your asthma.

"Okay, I love you, baby girl," Joel told you. He didn't know if he would get much of a response from you, he didn't get much out of you recently other than the bare minimum. He waited a couple of seconds before getting up from the bed and letting you get some sleep.

"Love you too daddy" He heard quietly. A small smile came to his face. At least you were getting there.

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LEGACY ~ 15

LEGACY MASTERLIST

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Word Count: 2,255ish

Summary: Tony and the others figure out you've been taken. HYDRA will stop at nothing to get you back on track.

Warnings: torture, abuse

“Miss Stark has stolen Captain Rogers’ motorcycle and has left the property.”

“I’m going after her,” Tony stated, pushing past Steve.

“Not a chance,” Steve argued. “She needs her space and can take care of herself.”

“It’s not that! There are people out there after her! She can't be alone.”

“What are you talking about, Stark?”

“Oh, please, Rogers, don’t pretend like you weren’t listening in the whole time.”

“Are you saying that you didn’t stop everyone from coming after Y/N?”

“There were a few that I couldn’t find, but I felt like upping security and making sure she always is with someone would be enough. I came to be honest with her and tell her everything. Including that.”

“Could someone be tracking her right now?”

“It’s possible. So now you understand why she can’t be alone out there. I’m going out to bring her back.”

“I’m coming with you.”

~~~

“Damn it!” Tony shouted, kicking the wall. His hand combed through his hair, almost pulling at it, as he tried to keep the oncoming panic attack at bay.

The two were in the alley where the motorcycle had been left, pushed over. There was a syringe sitting on the pavement, in which Steve picked up. His eyes immediately caught sight of the small, red symbol on the syringe.

“HYDRA,” he stated. “They took her.”

“I shouldn’t have ever let her out of my sight… The things they’ll do to her… The things they’ve done.”

“They were clearly ready for her to do this. They had to have known where she was, tracked her. There’s… There has to be a mole within the agents.”

“I’ve run background check after background check, Rogers. And fired anyone that looked suspicious.”

“Clearly, you missed someone.”

“Do you think I missed it on purpose? That I purposefully missed her birthday and pushed her aside just for her to get taken?! I was trying my best to protect her!”

“She was feeling worthless, did you know that?” Silence fell between the two men before Steve continued on, “She felt like she wasn’t good enough for you and that you didn’t love her anymore… I tried to be there for her, but I wasn’t the one she needed–or wanted.”

“She… I love her more than anything, she has to know that. She’s my daughter.”

“You didn’t make it seem that way.”

“I can’t believe… I was trying to protect her…”

“Why didn’t you ask anyone else for help? Any of us on the Team would have dropped everything to help you.”

“I didn’t want to chance her finding out and getting scared. She’s been doing so well, I didn’t want to ruin that more than I already was… but I did this. I didn’t do enough…”

“Tony, we will find her.” Steve walked up to his guilt-ridden friend, setting a hand on Tony’s shoulder. “You’ll have a chance to fix this.”

“I don’t think so,” Tony shook his head. “I think I’ve gone too far this time.”

~~~

The cool metal stung your open skin. The cuffs on your wrists and ankles were tight as the two straps across your torso kept you further in place. There was also a muzzle over your mouth. No matter what you did, you could break the holds. Your head was aching and you couldn’t tell if it was your usual ache or from what you had been injected with.

Looking around, you tried to notice everything. The IV in your arm. You had been changed into a sports bra and biker shorts. The room was of decent size, the walls, floor, and ceiling made of concrete. There were at least four cameras in the room, one in each corner.

Before you could continue your observations, the door suddenly swung open. A man in a white lab coat stalked in, with two armed guards before him and a third rolling in a surgical tray.

“She’s awake,” the man in the lab coat stated upon making eye contact with you. You took him in: ghostly pale skin, dark black hair, at least six feet tall. You flinched as one of his long fingers trailed down your arm. “My name’s Dr. Montgomery. But you can call me Dr. M. I’ll be taking care of you while you’re here with HYDRA.” His voice sounded sweet but his eyes shone with pure evil. “Our intel says that you don’t remember much of your time with HYDRA. I’m here to help fix that.”

Dr. M leaned over to the wall behind you and pressed a button on a panel that you had yet to notice. A portion of the ceiling above you, opened up and a machine slowly came out from the opening. It stopped right above your head. Dr. M grabbed it and situated it onto your head, it sat like a headband on your head.

“This is the most recent version of the machine that we used to wipe your memories,” Dr. M explained. “What most don’t know is that it can also reverse the process. It’s going to hurt, especially the more you fight it.” He leaned down next to your ear. “The quicker you give in, sweetheart, the more fun we get to have. I promise.”

As soon as Dr. M pressed a button on the panel against the wall, a scream tried to escape you. Your body lurched up as much as the holds let you. Electric pain radiated from where the headband was attached to your head. You squeezed your eyes shut and tried to keep everything locked up. You weren’t ready for the memories. You weren’t ready to become what they had made you to be.

~~~

Time had begun to move differently, you didn’t know if you had been there for hours, weeks, or months. You continually fought the torture they were inflicting on you, which you could only suspect that they did it for hours each day until you passed out. You would wake up on a mat in a training room where HYDRA agents would immediately start pummeling you until you fought back.

The only time you slept was when you passed out on the table or if you had been defeated by the HYDRA agents. They wouldn’t feed you physical food, only using the IV to give you nutrients.

One day, you were back to being chained on the table. You were exhausted but continued to fight. Dr. M opened the door and you immediately squeezed your eyes shut, preparing for the electric torture, but instead a knife sliced through your stomach. Your eyes shot open as the muzzle muffled your cries. With tears in your eyes, you watched him pull out the knife and your stomach healed.

“Well, now,” Dr. M tutted, “we don’t want that now, do we?”

He turned and dipped the knife into some kind of fluid in a container on the surgical tray. He slowly moved the knife down my right arm, not pressing as deep as he had with my stomach. You let out a muffled scream at the pain. You watched as the cut bleed and wouldn’t heal. Snapping your eyes at Dr. M, you noticed that he had a timer going. 19 minutes and 36 seconds. That’s how long it took the cut to heal. It didn’t even heal properly, leaving a raised scar.

“That’s better,” Dr. M smirked. “Now, we have something to use against you. Soon you’ll learn that HYDRA will stop at nothing to get what they want, sweetheart. Especially when it comes to you.”

After that, you were no longer removed from the table. Dr. M had a sick obsession with cutting my open skin with the coated knife while I was being tortured with the electric headband.

You did everything you could to not break. Keeping your memories locked up was necessary. You couldn’t become what they believed you should be. Unfortunately, you were growing tired and could feel the walls in your mind beginning to crack. You did everything in your power to make sure it didn’t show.

It was time for another visit from Dr. M, and he came in obviously frustrated. It was weird, you could feel it like it was coming off him in waves.

“Two months,” he stated, anger in every part of his tone. “I don’t know how you’ve lasted this long without breaking, sweetheart, but I guess it just proves that your strength is impeccable. Even mentally. It just proves why we need to break you.”

The only words that really sunk in for you was that you’d been there for two months. Where was the Team? Tony? Why hadn’t they rescued you yet? Panic began to set in.

“Oh, sweetheart,” Dr. M tsked as he noticed your shock and the tears springing from your eyes. “You didn’t realize how long you’d been here, did you? Looks like they don’t actually care about you.” One of his fingers, swiped up a falling tear. “I’m sorry, sweetheart.”

You didn’t try to give in, honestly. But as soon as the torture started the dam broke. You jolted as every memory came slamming back into your mind. The trainings, the torture, your abilities, the education. The Winter Soldier. Everything. You began to cry harder.

“And there she breaks,” Dr. M practically sung. “You’re projecting your emotions all over the room, sweetheart. That’s an ability you haven’t shown in years. Now the real fun can begin… You will become the soldier that you were born to be.”

A man behind him spoke up, “Doctor, I’ve been monitoring and tracking the Asset. If you give her the serum now, sir, she definitely won’t survive. We need to give her at least a week of rest. She’ll be stronger and she will for sure survive the procedure if we give her a week off.”

Dr. M sighed heavily and thought for a moment before answering, “Fine. Let’s get her a cell.” He leaned down, brushing his lips against your ear. “If you even think about trying to pull something on us, you’ll be back on this table being cut open from head to toe before you know it.”

With that, three armed guards walked in. They unchained you, lifted you by the arms, and dragged you out of the room. The third guard led the way down the hall until they reached another. The guard opened it, revealing a similar looking room to the one you had been in. There wasn’t a metal table though, instead a thin mat on the floor. You were thrown into the room and left there. You cried as you curled up on the mat, still muzzled. Your cries turned into wails and sobs as you took in the scars around your body. Eventually, your body wore itself out and you gave into the darkness.

~~~

“They need sleep,” Natasha stated as she and Rhodey watched Steve and Tony through the lab’s glass windows.

“I’ve already tried to convince them,” Rhodey sighed. “They’re not thinking clearly.”

“It’s Y/N, none of us are.”

“It’s been two months, Romanoff. Maybe–”

“No. We’re not giving up.”

“I’m not saying that. I’m saying that maybe it’s time to get more people involved.”

“Who? The government?” Natasha scoffed. “They’ll try to find Y/N for their own personal reasons. Especially if they knew what HYDRA tried to create out of her. She is a child of HYDRA, like I am of the red room. Except for the fact that Y/N has powers and the government will never be able to trust her… Besides, Tony already hacked into all of their systems. They don’t have anything that we don’t already know.”

“We need to start preparing for the possibility that we may not find Y/N… or that if we do, she won’t be herself.”

“That will break them, Rhodes. Look at them.” Steve and Tony were at different screens, trying to find any information on where you could have been. They were clearly both exhausted, neither getting much sleep since you disappeared. “Tony is blaming himself for this. Steve is blaming Tony. But they are both working hard to get her back. They aren’t going to give up easily.”

“Rhodes! Romanoff!” Sam called as he jogged over to them with a tablet. “I had a military friend do some digging. I want you to look at this.”

Natasha took the tablet and looked over what was on the screen. “Is he sure about this?”

“He’s been monitoring the base for a while now. It was completely silent until a little over two months ago. My source says that some of the agents slip over to the nearby bar at night. They talk about a girl that their boss is trying to break. They said that it wasn’t going well. That changed a week ago when they said they finally got her to break… This is the closest thing to a lead that we’ve had in months. I don’t think it would hurt to at least plan a mission to the base. If anything, we at least stopped a HYDRA base and hopefully saved whoever this girl may be.”

“We should come up with a plan before telling them,” Rhodey suggested. “They won’t give us anytime to plan if they find out about this lead.”

“Let’s just hope that this ends our way,” Natasha sighed. “I can’t imagine that any of our reactions will be good if we’re too late.”

“Then let’s not waste anymore time.”

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