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loove-persevering · 5 years ago

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Trained Weapon PART 1 (Steve Harrington Series)

Description: You were made to be a weapon, forced to kill on command. You were number thirteen, the lab had taken you at the age of eight from your mother and father locking you a way for training, if you didn’t do what you were told you were locked away. This time you were going to be killed you knew it, if you told them no they would kill you so the only thing you could do was run. And turns out you run exactly to the boy in a sailor outfit. (This will follow closely with season 3 of stranger things)

Read the Prologue!

Please leave me feedback! I am super excited about this series and it’s my first time writing some action so please give it a read;) ilysm

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‘‘Is she dead?’‘ You hear a voice ask.

‘‘No, don’t touch her either!’‘ You hear a semi familiar voice call out and then felt a slight pressure on your cheek making you scrunch up your nose. ‘‘II’ll be right back, do not do anything while I’m gone’‘ The voice yelled again.

‘’She’s pretty,’’ You hear a voice chime in. You had a horrible headache and the voices around you seemed to make it worse at the moment. You take your hand which felt like it weight fifty pound and lifted it up to your forehead which resulted in a unison of screams.

‘’She moved!’’ A voice yells

‘’Okay, Okay, okay,’’ You hear a panic voice next.

‘’Dustin quit!’’ Another voice yells and once again you felt a pressure against your cheek. You open your eyes and close them blinded by the light, ‘’Wait close the blinds.’’ One voice says. You hear some ruffling and then peak your eyes open again and notice three boys standing in front of you and then another comes up behind them peering over their shoulders.

‘’Where?’’ You try and speak but your voice still comes off weak like the other night.

‘’Steve! Steve!’’ You see one of the boys with a hat on scream. You hear footsteps above you making you look up noticing the wood planks above you, you look around the room noticing a couch and a few things that looked like machines and you felt yourself start to breath rapidly.

‘’Hey you’re okay,’’ The pale curly headed boy says looking at you intensely. ‘’It’s okay,’’ He assures you. You nod your head at him and feel a tear fall down your face.

You hear the footsteps get closer and then notice the boy from last night, only this time he was in normal clothes. ‘’What did you shit heads- Oh,’’ He says his gaze falling on you his eyes wide. ‘’Why is she crying?’’ He asks looking at the four boys. ‘’Did you do something?’’ He asks walking over closer to you examining you.

‘‘No!’‘ One of the boys yells.

‘‘She just woke up and started crying, we didn’t do anything!’‘ another boy says panicked looking back at you. You recognized his voice he was the one that said you were pretty. ‘‘What’s your name?’‘ He asks you.

You remember your parents gave you a name before you were taken, but while you were in the lab you were only referred to as thirteen. ‘’Y/N,’’ You tell them and they all look at you in shock.

You watch as one of the boys walks over to the tall one from last night, ‘’Are you sure she said she was like El?’’ He asks. ‘’When we found El she didn’t have a name,’’ He tells him.

‘‘Eleven?’‘ You question making everyone look at you and you felt your cheeks flush. ‘’El?’’ You repeat what the boy had called her.

‘’You know El?’’ One of them asks.

You nod your head slowly, you had never seen El but you knew she existed she had escaped two years ago you remembered being so envious of her. ‘’Who are you?’’ You ask them.

They all tell you their names Mike, Dustin, Will, and Lucas. You look to the boy from last night the one with the nice hair, ‘’Steve,’’ He says looking at you an admiring look to him. ‘’Last night?’’ He sort of phrases it as a question. ‘’You were bleeding and you passed out, what happened?’’ He asks you.

You look down noticing you were still dressed in your gown from the lab, you were laid on what you recognized as a couch and you sit up further looking around, ‘’I want to change,’’ You blurt out. You look up at the boy, Steve, who looks at you and nods his head eagerly and runs over to one of the machines you noticed earlier. He comes back with clothes in his hands, a pair of shorts and a shirt, you look at them all who seemed to be awaiting your next move and then you reach down to the hem of the gown ready to pull it off.

‘’Oh shit!’’ The boy you remembered as Dustin yells, ‘’What is it with girls?’’ He says covering his eyes with his hand.

You look down not understanding why they were all so freaked out and you look up at Steve who seemed to have a hint of a smile on his face. ‘’Come with me,’’ He says to you. He walks over to a room and opens the door allowing you to move past him, ‘’You can change in here,’’ He says. You look at him and study his face, his hair was falling down and he wasn’t in that weird outfit from last night. You felt a strong connection with him when you looked at him, then last night when he touched your arm you had this vision of the girl who you assume was Eleven or El for short.

You nod your head and he shuts the door completely and you change, you peel off the gown and throw it to the floor and pick up the shorts he had given you pulling them up your legs, they were too big but they would do. Then you take the shirt and pick it up pulling it over your head, as you pull it down the shirt drops over your head falling against your neck you weren’t in the closet anymore.

You can hear the screaming and the pure terror as you watched what you knew so well, you watch your body be drug by two men across the tile. You felt them throw you into a chair and hold you down tighten the straps to your body, you felt them put something over your head and you scream moving your body in resistance.

‘‘Thirteen,’‘ You hear the familiar taunting voice. When Brenner had left shortly after Eleven had escaped a new man taken his place Doctor Davis, he was your worst nightmare. ‘‘Kill,’‘ He simply commands.

You look at him confused and then someone turns your chair around and you were staring at your reflection in the mirror, then you found yourself staring at a man. He looked sick, like he was dying and he had cuts all over his face and a black eye. You look back over to Davis who seemed to be starring you down intensely.

‘‘No,’‘ You fight back. ‘‘No!’‘ You yell and you squirm in the chair trying to break free.

‘’Kill,’’ He repeats this time sounding more threatening if possible. ‘’Kill him!’’ He yells. ‘’Kill him or they die!’’ He says now sounding more calm and you look at him confused. He then looks down where he was standing and takes something in his hand slamming it against the glass, a photo. You look at it intensely and realize it was your parents, you gasp and look at him as he laughs mercifully. ‘’Kill,’’ He says once more.

You turn your head to look at the man through the mirror, you concentrate thinking about snapping his neck. You picture Davis’s face as you do so, thinking that he can kill your parents, well you could easily do the same but to him. You picture Davis in your mind and for a second you can even see him sitting in the chair in front of you and you channel all of your energy and the man begins to scream. Then you begin to scream warm tears streaming down your face you scream until your throat was raw and you could no longer hear the man in front of you screaming as your own screams were drowning you out.

Then the room went silent, and you were left only with your sobs. You lean over in the chair not able to breath and the sobs shakes your body. You killed him, you killed an innocent man on command the thing they had been building you up to do. You hear the door click open and footsteps and then slow clapping and you still were bent over not wanting to look at yourself. You felt a pair of cold hands touch your face and you flinch moving around but they were too strong. Davis takes his hands and makes you look up but when you do you no longer see the mans lifeless body you see yourself once again in the mirror. ‘’Beautiful,’’ He says. You shut your eyes tightly not being able to stand the sight of yourself, ‘’Take her back,’’ He commands.

You felt your body being shook and you could hear voices panicked, ‘’Y/N! Y/N!’’ The familiar voice of Steve yells next to you, you open your eyes slightly and see he was the one shaking you and all the other boys stood at the door staring in at you their faces looked scared. You look around at them all and then back to Steve who was staring at you with a look of sorrow and pity on his face, you couldn’t help yourself to you push your body against his and he takes in a sharp breath. You felt him cradle your body and you lean against him feeling his heart beat which was abnormally fast.

You once again hear footsteps ushering down the stairs this time it sounded like more than one person, and then the boys move out of the door way and you first notice the red headed girl and then she moved out of the way and you finally spot the girl from the vision you had seen. This was the girl who escaped, ‘’Eleven?’’ You ask moving yourself away from Steve’s body. He still kept his arm against your back and you look up watching the shock on the girl El’s face. You take your sleeve and push it up showing her the 013 on your wrist, and you notice everyone around look at each other not knowing what to say. ‘’I’m thirteen.’’

Part 2

OH SHIT THIS IS SOME OF MY BEST WRITING OKAY!

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thedarklightwithinus · 5 years ago

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Piece by Piece.

A/N; Just a little something i wrote because I’m bored. PLEASE REQUEST ANYTHING.

Summary; Y/N dad has never really been a dad.

Pairings; dad!Steve Rogers x Reader

Song; Piece by Piece - Kelly Clarkson.

And all I remember is your back. Walking towards the airport, leaving us all in your past. I travelled fifteen hundred miles to see you. I begged you to want me, but you didn't want to.

Y/N pushed the front door closed behind her gently as she kicked her shoes off and picked them up, placing them on the rack. She frowned slightly as she froze, trying to pick up and noise coming from within the two story cottage she called home. Shrugging her coat from her shoulders, she hung it up on the coat rack before tip toeing her way through the hallway towards the kitchen.

She smiled slightly as she entered the kitchen, noticing the clean bottles that had been placed against the tiled back wall, ready to use when needed. Y/N moved towards the cupboard above the fridge, pulling it open and grabbing a glass before she moved towards the sink and filled it with water.

Spinning on her heal as she drank from the glass, she made her way towards the arched doorway which lead to the living room where she could clearly see some sort of kids channel playing on the T.V. She moved so that she was stood behind the sofa, looking down at the bodies that were occupying said sofa with a smile.

Steve was laid on his back, his head propped up by the arm of the chair, three year old Harry snuggled into his side, his head resting on Steve's shoulder while five month old Lilly lay spread against his chest, her head rested against the spot Y/N knew Steve's heart could be felt beating.

Y/N placed her glass of water on the side table, moving around the sofa and sitting on the edge as she tilted her head, watching the three people she loved most in the world with a soft smile. She reached out with her hand, brushing some of Harry's hair from his forehead and behind his ear as she watched him let out a content sigh, snuggling deeper into the crook of Steve's neck while the man in question tightened his hold on his son.

Pulling her hand back, she rested it lightly on Lilly's back as she moved it back and forth a few times, smiling when she babbled under her breath. Y/N chuckled quietly at her daughter's nonsense before she moved the creases in her clothes and moved her hand to run her fingers through Steve's hair.

But piece by piece, he collected me up. Off the ground, where you abandoned things. He never walks away. He never asks for money. He takes care of me. He loves me. Piece by piece, he restores my faith. That a man can be kind and the father could, stay.

After the fourth run of her fingers, the blonde began to stir, his eyes fluttering open as he frowned for a moment, wondering what was going on. His blue orbs zeroed in on Y/N and in an instant, a sleepy smile took refuge on his face as he yawned slightly. "What time is it?" He whispered.

"Just gone six." Y/N told him after checking her watch, her voice equally as quiet. "Have you eaten?"

Steve nodded, holding back another yawn. "We've eaten. Have you?"

"Not really hungry." Y/N admitted, smiling slightly as she watched Lilly frown in her sleep. "It's been a long day and I'm ready for it to be over."

"How was it?" Steve asked, looking as though he really wanted to wince at the look that crossed her face.

"He's probably going to prison because I'm done paying his bail." Y/N said, keeping her anger at bay and her voice somewhat quiet. "Every time he calls I come running. I'm not doing it anymore, Steve... I can't do it anymore."

"Hey, no one's asking you too." Steve told her, a frown of his own fitting his face as Y/N chuckled slightly, looking from Lilly to Steve. "You don't owe him a thing."

"I know." Y/N told him, running her hand lightly across Lilly's hair. "I know I don't... Does it make me a bad daughter if I just give up on him?"

"No." Steve stated as though he knew the answer all along. "You've got a family of your own, Y/N. He missed out on that when he walked out on you when you were six. I'm glad you're starting to see it how it is. He calls when he needs money for bail or when he needs something he knows you've worked damn hard for."

Y/N nodded, understanding what he was getting at. Her dad didn't even deserve the title of Dad. He had never once been a father to her and it was too late to start being one, even if he did sort his life out. Y/N had a family of her own now.

And all of your words fall flat. I made something of myself and now you wanna come back. But your love, it isn't free, it has to be earned. Back then I didn't have anything you needed so I was worthless.

"We should get them off to bed." Y/N finally whispered out, watching as Steve nodded.

She stood, reaching out to grip Lilly under her arms and moved her in her arms, shushing her when she started to stir. Steve gripped Harry in his arms, pushing himself up and off the sofa. Harry's head seemed to naturally rest on his shoulder as Steve lead the way to the stairs.

The pair moved towards Harry's room first as Y/N stood in the doorway, rubbing Lilly's back gently as Steve lowered Harry into his bed, pulling the blanket over his form and pressing his lips to the boys head. He reached across the table, flicking a light on that projected dinosaurs onto the ceiling before moving back to Y/N.

Y/N left the room, allowing Steve to pull the door closed slightly before following after her to Lilly's room.

Entering the room, Y/N moved towards the grey crib and lowered Lilly into it gently. She smiled softly, watching the little girl snuggle into the sheet for a moment. Y/N pressed two fingers to her lips, resting them on Lilly's head for a moment before she turned and left the room, allowing Steve to pull her into a hug in that hallway.

"Nat called. She's coming over tomorrow with some files for us to go over." Steve muttered as Y/N nodded. "I know I can't tell you how to feel but try not t blame yourself for how your dad turned out. He was never there for you . You owe him nothing, despite what he's been telling you."

"I know... It took me years but I realise now that he didn't want me when I was a kid because I didn't have anything he needed. Now I'm who I am now, he thinks he can just waltz back into my life because I have money and I'm known across the globe? I don't think so." Steve listened to her rant, holding her in his arms.

Piece by piece I fell far from the tree. I will never leave her like you left me. And she will never have to wonder her worth. Because unlike you I'm going to put her first and you know. He'll never walk away. He'll never break her heart. He'll take care of things, he'll love her. Piece by piece, he restored my faith. That a man can be kind and the father should be great.

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