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sergeantbarnessdoll · 1 month ago

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I just can’t get over Dad!Steve or Dad!Bucky!

Can I please request a Dad!Steve Rogers x adopted daughter!reader where he finds her all alone after the snap, she’s only 10 years old and all alone because her parents a part “disappeared “ list. He ends up adopting her and raising her as his own. Fast forward 5 years, when The Avengers get back together to try to use time travel to bring everyone back, the first time they tried to reverse the snap, it’s actually successful, so they don’t have the big battle at the end (so Tony doesn’t die!! Also Nat doesn’t die either because I just don’t accept that, and Steve doesn’t go back in time). Anyways, once all of the disappeared people return, Y/n’s parents return as well, and want their daughter back… BUT! Her parents aren’t good parents, and they weren’t good parents before the snap either, and to Y/n, Steve is her Dad and she wants to stay with him (Steve is SUCH a good Dad to her and he is so proud at how much of a good kid she is). She’d probably start crying and beg Steve not to make her go back to her birth parents and that she wants to stay with him, he’d promise her she isn’t going anywhere because she is his daughter forever and always!! Also now that all of the Avengers are back, Steve finally gets to introduce his daughter to them (and she totally fan girls a bit because they’re superheroes and she grew up watching them on the news saving people), and she’s so excited to meet Bucky and Sam because they’re her Dad’s best friends. She’s just a sweet kid and her Dad loves her a lot💜💜

Stay With You » Steve Rogers/Captain America

Pairings: Dad!Steve Rogers x Adopted Daughter!Reader with the Avengers, Bucky Barnes/Winter Soldier, and Sam Wilson/Falcon

Summary: Steve adopts you and raises you like his own child when your parents dust away in the snap. When everyone comes back 5 years later, your parents try to get you back, but you want to stay with Steve.

Warnings: Fluff, little bit of Angst (not you and Steve), language, crying, nicknames

Ages of reader: 10 years old, 15 years old

Written on my phone. My apologies for any mistakes.

Header made by @buck-star

GIFS ARE NOT MINE! Gif credits go to the creators.

Half of everyone around you turned to dust. It was freaking you out and confusing you. You looked down to make sure you weren’t dusting away. You felt relieved to know you’re not. You looked to the right of you to see if your mom was there… she wasn’t. You looked to the left of you to if your dad was there… he wasn’t there either. You looked down to see their dust particles on the sidewalk.

“N-No.” You say to yourself, touching the parts of the sidewalk where your parents were standing just a moment ago.

You sat down on the concrete and started crying. Even though, your parents weren’t exactly good parents, you were scared of being alone. No one around you checked to see if you were ok or not. They were too confused about what just happened and walked past you.

You weren’t sure how long you were crying. A shadow casted over you. You sniffled and looked up to see Captain America. Steve crouched down to your level.

“Are you hurt, kiddo?” Steve asks softly.

“No.” You answered.

“How old are you?” He asks.

“10.” You tell him.

“My name is Steve. What’s your name?” He asks.

“Y/N.” You tell him.

“It’s nice to meet you, Y/N. Do you know where your parents are?” He asks.

Your bottom lip quivered and pointed at the two dust spots on the sidewalk next to you. Steve looked at the two spots and then looked at you again.

“I’m scared. I don’t want to be alone.” You cried.

Hearing you say that broke Steve’s heart. He knew he had to take matters into his own hands.

“You’re not going to be alone, sweetheart. You can come with me if you want.” He says softly.

“Really?” You asked and sniffled.

Steve nods and smiles. He held his hand out to you and helped you get up from the ground.

“Do you know where your house is so you can get some clothes?” Steve asks.

You nodded your head yes. Steve held your hand as you guys went to your house. When you guys got to your house, you found the spare key your parents hid under the welcome mat and unlocked the door. He helped you pack some of your clothes. You also grabbed your favorite stuffed dog. Then Steve took you to the compound.

“I get to live here?” You asked as you guys walked inside of the compound.

“Yes.” Steve says.

Steve took you to one of the spare bedrooms, which was right next to his bedroom.

“I’ll let you get settled in. Let me know if you need anything, ok.” Steve says.

You nodded.

“Steve?” You say.

“Yes, kiddo?” Steve asks, stopping in the doorway of your room.

“Did anyone you know turn to dust?” You asked.

The image of Bucky calling out to Steve before he dusted away plays on repeat in his head.

“My best friend.” He tells you.

You walked over to him and hugged him. Steve smiles and hugs you back.

“I’m sorry about your best friend.” You say.

“I’m sorry about your parents.” He says.

“They weren’t very nice people.” You say.

Steve frowns and looks down at you. He crouches down to your height.

“What do you mean they weren’t very nice people?” Steve asks.

“They didn’t told me they didn’t want kids.” You tell him.

“Oh, sweetie…” He whispers, hugging you.

Steve got to thinking. He wants you to have at least one parent who loves and cares for you. That person is going to be him. That’s what he did later that same week. He got the adoption papers to become your dad. It’s the best decision he’s made in years.

“Are you sure this is what you want to do, Steve?” Natasha asks.

“I’m more than sure, Nat. Y/N needs a parent in her life and I want to become her dad.” Steve says.

“What are you going to do if or when everyone comes back from the blip and her parents want her back?” Rhodey asks.

“We’ll cross that bridge when that happens.” Steve says.

Steve left the conference room shortly after that conversation to find you. You were watching cartoons in the lounge room.

“Hey, kiddo. You got a second?” Steve asks.

“Yes.” You shut the TV off. “What’s up?” You asked.

“I want to ask you something important.” He sat down next to you. “How would you feel if I adopted you?” He asks.

“I would love that!” You smile widely.

“Good, because I have something for you.” He says.

Steve handed you the adoption papers. You read them carefully, your eyes widening when you seen the word “adoption”.

“All we have to do is sign it and you’ll be my daughter.” He says.

You squealed happily and threw yourself in his arms to hug him. Steve smiles and hugs you back. You couldn’t help but get a little emotional.

“I finally have a parent who loves me!” You say, tears of happiness rolling down your cheeks.

“Aww, sweetheart…” He almost whispers.

You guys pulled away from the hug and signed the papers.

“Can I have your last name?” You asked curiously.

“Of course you can! That’s next on the list.” He smiles.

———

“Dad!” You shouted through the compound.

“In here!” Steve shouts back.

You walked to what looks like a a big garage to you. Your dad was in there was Natasha, Bruce, and Scott. You seen a bunch of equipment and Scott’s van.

“What are you guys doing?” You asked, looking at the equipment and the van.

“We’re going to try to get everyone who disappeared back.” Scott tells you.

You hummed in interest, curious to know if it’s actually going to work.

“Do you need something, sweetheart?” Steve asks.

“I was bored and I was wondering what you guys were up to.” You say.

You stared at the equipment once more before grinning.

“No.” Steve says.

“You don’t even know what I was going to ask!” You playfully whined.

“Whatever it is, no.” He says again.

You pouted and gave him puppy dog eyes. Steve hates how affective that face is, but he’ll admit that it’s cute.

“Ask what you’re going to ask.” He says.

“Can I help?” You asked. “I’m good with numbers.” You say.

“No. I don’t want you to get hurt.” He says.

“Can I at least watch?” You asked.

Steve thought about it for a moment.

“Did you do your homework?” Steve asks.

“Yes.” You answered honestly.

“Ok. You can watch, but you stay by me, understand?” He says.

“Yes, Captain Dad!” You playfully saluted him.

Steve chuckles before ruffling your hair. Like you promised your dad, you stayed next to him the whole time. While you were watching to see if bringing everyone back would work, your nerves settled in. You realized that your parents are part of the snap. You ran back inside the compound, leaving your dad, Natasha, Scott, and Bruce in a state of confusion.

“Is Y/N ok?” Natasha asks Steve.

“I don’t know. I’ll be right back.” Steve says.

Steve went inside and looked for you everywhere in the compound. He found you crying in your bedroom and holding your favorite stuffed puppy. He sat down on your bed next to you.

“Sweetie, what’s wrong?” Steve asks softly with concern in his voice.

You sniffled and sat up, holding your stuffed puppy on your lap.

“Uncle Scott said that you guys are trying to get everyone who disappeared back.” You say.

“Yes.” He replies.

“My parents are two of those people who disappeared.” You begin. “What if they try to take me away from you?” You say.

“Princess, that’s not going to happen. I’ll make sure of it.” He says softly.

Steve wraps his arms around you, hugging you tightly.

“Look on the bright side, you’ll get to meet uncle Bucky and uncle Sam soon.” He says.

You realized he’s right. You can’t wait to meet them soon.

———

“Why can’t I stay home from school to see if everyone comes back?” You asked your dad for what it seems like the hundredth time.

“You, little missy, need to go to school.” Steve says.

“Please.” You begged, clasping your hands together and giving him puppy dog eyes.

It took everything in Steve to not fall for the puppy dog eyes yet again.

“Nice try, kiddo. You’re going to school.” He says.

You whined loudly.

“Get your backpack before you’re late for school.” He says.

You went to your bedroom to get your backpack and met your dad in the car. Steve takes you to school like he always does.

“Have a good day, sweetheart. I love you.” Steve says as you get out of the car.

“I love you too, dad. Good luck.” You say as you shut the car door.

When Steve got to the compound, him and the Avengers made everything was set up and ready to try to bring everyone back who was in the snap. Everyone is hoping that it works on the first try and no battle breaks out again.

“Here goes nothing.” Bruce says.

Bruce pressed a button and that’s when everything went into motion. Surprisingly, it went perfectly. Everyone who was in the snap came back on the first try. Everyone felt relieved that it worked. Steve smiles and walks over to his best friend, giving him a big hug. He then gave Sam a hug.

“What did we miss?” Sam asks.

“A lot. I have a daughter now.” Steve happily tells Bucky and Sam.

Bucky’s and Sam’s eyes widened in surprise.

“What’s are name and how old is she?” Bucky asks curiously.

“Her name is Y/N and she’s 15. I adopted her.” Steve tells them. “Speaking of her, I need to pick her up from school.” He says.

Bucky and Sam were surprised that Steve is a dad now, which they love for him.

“A lot has changed in 5 years.” Sam says.

“I know right.” Bucky says.

While you were waiting for your dad to pick you up from school, a couple walked up to you while you were scrolling through your phone.

“Y/N?” You heard a familiar voice.

You froze when you heard the voice. It sounded like your mom’s voice. You haven’t heard from her or seen her since you were 10. It can’t be… did it work? Did everyone who was part of the snap come back? Apparently, it did work. You looked up from your phone to see your biological parents standing in front of you. Your eyes went wide.

“Miss us?” Your biological dad asks.

You stayed quiet, scared to say anything.

“You know it’s rude to not respond to someone when they’re talking to you, especially if those people are your parents.” Your mom says.

You still didn’t say anything.

“Let’s go home.” She says.

“No.” You finally speak up.

“What?” She asks.

“I said no.” You repeated.

“You don’t have a choice.” Your biological dad says.

He grabs your arm with a tight grip, making you whimper in pain. Lucky for you, Steve pulled up to the school in time. He got out of the car and walked over to you.

“I’d appreciate it if you took your hands off my daughter.” Steve says.

“Your daughter?” Your biological dad scoffs.

“Are you saying that you adopted a kid who has parents?” Your mom says.

“Parents don’t tell their kids that they don’t want them to their faces.” Steve says, recalling your words from 5 years ago.

Your biological parents laughed when Steve said that. Your biological dad let go of your arm. Steve gently pushed you behind him, shielding you from them.

“Whatever. Keep her. We don’t care.” Your biological dad says.

“Just know, she’s not the little angel you think she is.” Your mom says.

Your biological parents walked away. Steve heard sniffles and soft sobs from behind him. He turned around to see you crying. He wrapped his arms around you, holding you close to him.

“Please- Please don’t let them take me away from you. I-I don’t want to go with them. I want to stay with you.” You cried.

“No one is taking you away from me and you’re not going anywhere, sweetheart.” Steve says softly.

Your crying stops after a couple minutes.

“Are you ok?” He asks softly.

“I am now.” You say and sniffled.

“Let’s go to the compound. There’s people there who I want you to meet.” He says happily.

“So it worked?” You asked.

“Yes.” He answers with a smile.

You wiped your tears away with the sleeves of your sweatshirt. You and Steve got in the car and went to the compound. You seen people who you’ve never met, but you’ve seen pictures of when you walked in the lounge room with Steve. You put your backpack on the floor against the couch.

“This is Y/N.” Steve tells Bucky and Sam. “Y/N, this is Bucky and Sam. They’re your uncles.” He tells you.

“Hi!” You smiled and waved at them.

“Hi!” They smile back.

“You guys are so cool!” You exclaimed excitedly.

“Cool than me? Your dad?” Steve jokes, pretending to be jealous.

You playfully waved him off, making him laugh lightly and continued to ramble about how cool superheroes are, especially them and the Avengers. Steve smiles as you interacted with Bucky and Sam.

“Can you tell me stories from the 1940s?” You asked Bucky.

“Sweetheart, I told you stories from the 1940s.” Steve says.

“I know. I want to hear uncle Bucky’s stories.” You say.

“What do you want to hear first, doll?” Bucky asks.

“All of it.” You answered.

“How about I start with the time your dad and I went to Coney Island?” Bucky says.

“Oh god.” Steve groans, remembering that day perfectly.

“Yes please!” You say exactly.

You spent the whole day getting to know Bucky and Sam and hearing Bucky’s stories from the 1940s.

“Did you have fun today?” Steve asks.

“Yes!” You replied happily. “Except for- you know…” You say, referring to the little interaction with your biological parents.

“You don’t need to worry about them anymore, princess. I know you’re not my biological daughter, but you’ll always be my daughter.” He says softly.

You smiled and hugged him.

“I love you, dad.” You say.

“I love you too, sweetie.” Steve says, kissing the top of your head.

💙💙💙💙💙💙💙💙💙💙💙💙💙💙💙💙💙

-Bucky’s Doll

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aesthetic-bbyg · 6 months ago

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I miss avenger fics😔.

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yourmcu · 10 months ago

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Ace

Pairings: Natasha Romanoff x Gamer!Stark!Reader, Avengers x Reader

Summary:

Your girlfriend, your dad, along with the rest of the Avengers, support you during a VALORANT tournament.

Word count: 4.6k+

Warnings: too much VALORANT descriptions, you can google stuff about it if you want to get a good visual of this story, basically an avengers fic as a whole but i love supportive gf nat >:(

A/n: one of the drafts I left a long time ago! I miss writing for the avengers, so I decided to finish this one.

(completely italic dialogues - casters commentating)

All the hollering from the lounge died down when Natasha practically shoved both Sam and Bucky off the couch, stealing the TV remote in the process. Their basketball game can wait, her girlfriend’s tournament is more important.

“Oh, shoot. Y/N/N's tournament is today?” Sam suddenly remembered and Bucky made a quick detour out of the lounge to fetch Steve and possibly the others. They kind of promised you they'd support your game this time around, with the knowledge that they had free time on the dates of your tournament. Sam snapped his fingers, “Snacks. I'll be right back.”

No, you weren’t a professional athlete; if anything, you’re the opposite. Your wrists move more than your whole body most of the time, you only stay an hour or less in the gym, and you prioritize getting better in Aim Lab than a shooting range.

Ever since women playing in VALORANT E-Sports were normalized, you were one of the anticipated gamers to compete, of course you were on board and signed on to an esports organization and team roster. You’ve made a name for yourself in the gaming industry because of your high IQ and big brain plays. You used your head in every match, every round unlike the majority of the players mindlessly aiming and not landing shots. Because of your career, you’re known for something else and not just Iron Man’s daughter.

Natasha didn’t like the fact that you were glued to your computer most of the time at first. She thought Tony spoiled you too much even as an adult, but she later on realized that you graduated with a degree before settling into gaming. You worked for the Avengers, sometimes as an IT for a big company which paid more than you needed. You were basically set. All of this while you were still pretty young, a little younger than Natasha.

It’s safe to say all of Natasha’s doubts went away. She felt rather impressed and took a liking to you, which developed into something more over time.

From her phone, you chuckled when you heard Sam and Bucky’s shuffling. “We’re not up for another thirty minutes, babe.” On your end, you and your team were with the event's coordinators backstage of the actual place the tourney was held. Natasha always called you before and after your events, just because she was the best supportive girlfriend ever.

“I know, I wanted to set everything up before anything else,” Natasha put you on speaker while she dealt with the TV’s settings. You smiled to yourself, absolutely adoring your girlfriend even more when she was eager and supporting your games. “Are you guys still at the hotel?”

You had to travel out of the country for the tournament. As much as Natasha wanted to go with you (Clint wanted to go too because he ‘needed a break’, you just rolled your eyes at him and laughed), being a full time hero and an Avenger doesn’t mean you get to travel 24/7. She has to be with the team in case something terribly wrong happens, which doesn’t come with a warning. “Backstage, actually. Cloud9 and Misfits are wrapping up their last match right now,” You replied. “I've already warmed up at the hotel earlier. It's crazy how our room fits all of our PCs.”

“Ah, c'mon, you don't need no warm-ups!” Sam teased, hearing you on speaker as he walked back with refreshments and an assortment of chip bags.

You giggled, rolling your eyes at the Falcon’s words. “Stop it, Sam. You know me; I always get tilted when I play too much before the actual competition.”

Sometimes you get anxious and it affects your performance, same goes for when you warm-up too much; you lose focus the more games you play, leaving nothing for the tournament.

Despite Natasha's excitement to watch your team play, she’s not too vocal about it. She wouldn’t squeal when it starts or bombard you with loud encouragement through the call, because one, she doesn’t want to be the embarrassing girlfriend, and two, she’s the Black Widow. She’s naturally subtle about everything. You knew her more than anyone else though, so even if that was the case, you still felt her support.

Thirty minutes went by quicker than you’d hope, you were so caught up in watching the game of the other rivaling teams and commenting on everything that happened whilst still in the call with Natasha. You also answered Bucky’s queries when he came back; he’s only ever heard of e-sports since you started competing in it. He couldn’t imagine how hard switching point of views and the player’s face cameras must be. Bucky has only watched, what, actual live game tournaments, basketball or chess or whatever. It was confusing to him at times, but you told him he’d get used to it eventually just by taking note of the red and blue colors.

You were cut off by one of your teammates placing a hand on your shoulder, signaling you that it was time to go. “Alright. Nat, I have to go, I’ll call you when I get back?”

The two men were the first ones you heard react, Sam shifted in his seat excitedly while Bucky wondered out loud if he should call Tony, Peter, and Bruce, who were all unnecessarily working overtime at the lab.

You felt yourself smile again when she spoke. “Okay,” Natasha bit her lip, feeling anxious about the tournament, “I love you.”

“I love you.”

“Good luck!” Sam shouted before you hung up.

Natasha almost snorted when she heard loud footsteps coming towards the lounge entrance. Her sister had the worst timings ever.

“Someone decided to take a long shit while we were heading back. Has Y/N’s game started yet?” Yelena walked in as fast as she could with Fanny, looking at Natasha expectantly as she shrugged off her thick coat and got out of her boots. Fanny ran to where the couches were as soon as Yelena removed her leash, wagging her tail happily without a clue in the world.

“About to, but you did miss her on the phone.”

“Ah, fuck.”

Soon, Bruce, Tony, Peter, Wanda and Vision came down to watch as well. Your tournaments were one of the occasions the team had the chance to bond and get together in one room, it definitely helped with the morale as Steve would think, and they have you to thank for that.

Everyone was just in time to see you walk out to the stage with your team and the opposing one. You were in your team jersey and arm sleeves with your teammates behind you in a straight line.

Tony woot-ed, plopping down next to Natasha. “Heard Y/N/N's team is going up against a brand new team roster. This should be a piece of cake for her, eh?”

Peter sat down beside him, looking at the said rival team with yours, all lined up on stage. “I don't know about that, Mr. Stark. One of them recently went viral after getting five aces on a ranked game. She's radiant, too.”

Admittedly, he also played VALORANT with you and Ned, but often miscalculates his strength as he frequently breaks his keyboard or mouse because of freaking out whenever he sees an enemy. His reflexes and fighting skills were better off used in real time.

“And Y/N/N's been on the top ten leaderboard for, what, six months?” Tony challenged, evidently confident in your skills.

The chatter on who's better than who died down when both teams sat down on their respective computers. Though it wasn’t that noticeable to most people, Natasha noticed it right away: you were wearing the necklace she gave you. You considered it your lucky charm.

After both teams chose the maps they wanted to ban and maps they wanted to play, the game started.

You mostly play the character - or agent - Killjoy. The agent reminded you so much of yourself from her overall vibe and game mechanic: she had utility to aid the whole team, from turrets to alarm bots, and an ultimate that conducts lockdowns on any part of the map. You were so used to that character that you even played her on maps she’s not very helpful at because you mastered everything about her, which made you stand out from other players as no one would dare use characters on maps they weren't good in. Gears were practically turning in your head as the game loaded.

Then, the first game commenced.

The Avengers always made noise whenever you got a kill, or whenever the casters praised you for outsmarting the opposing team, which Steve and Bucky appreciated because it was hard for them to distinguish whether or not you did something good.

Your team easily won the first game. The Avengers were now watching your tournament on the flat screen TV like a bunch of teenagers watching a romcom, all giddy and filled with anticipation.

“Look at that, 13-1? She’s insane." Bruce shook his head. A team needed to win at least 13 rounds to win, if it's neck and neck, 14, or they may choose to go into overtime.

“I’ve never seen Y/N play with that kind of aggression before; they don’t stand a chance.” Wanda pointed out. She liked to spectate from the side whenever you played at the compound, whenever she could.

Natasha’s lips turned upright when they replayed your team’s best moments. One included your one versus three clutch, in which you threw a taunting, questioning look at the opposing roster across the stage after you effortlessly took out three enemies on your own. It was like their heads weren’t in the game at all.

The team laughed when they showed the exact clip of your face camera mocking the other team across the room. Natasha liked that about you; sure you were reserved and shy in general, but she loved it when all your confidence just comes out while you’re out there.

Another clip was when you had a problem with communication, so you weren’t aware that there were enemies around. Your character didn’t stop running because of that and you were exposed to two enemies. You reacted fast and jumped, pulled out your vandal to shoot both of them in the face.

Tony clapped his hands together at that moment. “Let’s go. Let’s fucking go, Y/N/N.”

Natasha, not all that phased on your brilliant play, could still not contain the smile on her face as she plopped back down on the couch.

“What? Wait, hold on, how did she even-” Sam looked back at everyone while they reacted to the highlight. He didn’t exactly process what happened because you moved too fast.

“God reflexes,” Yelena shrugs, not looking away from the screen. Wanda laughs in agreement.

After a bit of commentary and commercials, it was on to the next match on a new map.

Now, Natasha did not know the difference between the multiple maps at all, but she did remember you mentioning that your weakest one had to do with ice.

The next match was on a map called Icebox.

So, she watched intently as your team took a little while during the agent selection. But in the end, you decided to go for Killjoy again. Natasha could only guess what you had in mind to pull off another win.

“This is highly unusual for [Team Name] Y/N, isn’t it? Right now she’s watching the flanks when we usually expect her to be out there with a duelist to try and take picks!” The caster exclaimed, looking at their partner caster. “She’s one of the strong sentinels who you would trust to be by your side - and look at that, she takes out two already, they did not expect anyone to be holding the flank!”

“But she's using Killjoy again - couldn't she have gone for Cypher or Sage? Then again, they already have Skye on their team.”

Even though you were trying to play smart in this map, you still hated it, it was your weakest one. Still good, but not all that great. The opposing team seemed to know the typical Killjoy strategy on the Icebox map. You got sniped every round and your setups were way too predictable to the opposing team.

Soon, the score was 4-10. It was definitely not good to be on the end of only winning four rounds. Your team had to win the remaining rounds or hope for the best and go to overtime, or you lose this game and go onto the third one which would be way nerve racking and increase the odds of losing.

“Intense match so far we've got here. With [Team Name] Y/N at the bottom of the leaderboard this just has to be a miracle for [Team Name] to get a second win and move on to the next round.”

“There's also a bit of a setback with her shots in the last few rounds. I guess this is when we get to see if she's learned a thing or two from her girlfriend, right?”

Natasha rolled her eyes. “They honestly did not have to bring that up.”

The other commentator expressed confusion at their partner's comment.

“The Black Widow! [Team Name] Y/N's been dating her for the last couple years. Honestly, where have you been?”

Everyone groaned as they started bringing your dating life to the conversation when they should be sticking to the game. Tony chose to laugh it off to and ignore the annoyance, whereas Yelena mumbled, “Did they just turn into a morning show now?”

After everyone in your team died, you all decided to ask for a timeout to talk things out. While that was going on, the Avengers had their own timeout and were trying to talk about the game, or at least what they thought was happening.

“Okay, assuming we've all seen how this Killjoy character works, her character would make most sense if her utility was in Site A." Bruce said, in thought.

Vision, one of the smartest of the bunch, had not grasped the game mechanics that well over the hour and half of the tournament. "But why is that, Dr. Banner?"

“Site A is pretty cramped, while site B has a lot of space. Of course the opposing team would always go to B since Y/N’s character's utility can't place utilities in both sites, they only have limited range," Peter points to the map as soon as it's shown up close, the casters having their own separate conversation about it.

Bucky turned to a confused Steve and Sam, “I have no idea what they're talking about.”

“Where else would she put her chicken gun on site B, then?” Tony joined the conversation, talking about your character's utility placement.

“It’s,” Natasha sighed. “It’s not a chicken gun...”

“Well, that chicken gun slows down enemies, right? It would make sense if Y/N places those bomb thingies to instantly kill them.” Yelena said.

“Lena, I think Y/N is fairly capable of playing the game right,” Wanda chuckled.

“Then she should be winning.” Yelena said jokingly, chugging on her drink.

It was astonishing how a group of heroes are knowledgeable about a video game, just so they could follow what you enjoy doing. That's how much they adored you.

Clint entered the room and looked at the source of ruckus, absolutely sick of the discourse. He was aware of your tournament and has been probably spectating on different means. “They still get another match if they lose this one. It’s the best out of three.”

“I’m starting to think someone’s cheating, has anyone noticed that some of the opponent team instantly kill them with only one bullet?” Steve squinted.

Tony scoffed. “That’s ridiculous, it’s a tournament.”

“It’s because they hit them precisely on the head, Steve. Who wouldn’t die if they got shot in the head?” Sam crossed his arms.

“Me,” that came from Vision.

“You don’t count.”

They all turned back to the screen once the timeout timer ran out. Natasha could sense the tension in your team, just from the way you glanced across the stage… she could tell you were gonna have a different way of playing the remaining rounds. The screen turned to you stretching your neck from both sides, seriousness evident in your face as you clutched your mouse, ready for the game to resume.

“And we're back, and it seems that [Team Name] had enough time to come up with a different game plan. We've got one duelist camping B, one on mid, and look at [Team Name] Y/N's utility. She's got her alarm bot and nano-swarms over on A, but her turret is on B as she's over by tunnel to keep it active.”

“Again, I have no idea what he's talking about.” Bucky shrugged, crossed his arms and kept his eyes on the screen.

After fixing your team's strategy, all that was left was to deliver with accurate shots and stay alive as much as possible. By the end of a few rounds, with your team’s communication and teamwork flawless than ever, the score was 12-11. Your team only had to win one more time to officially win.

At this point, Yelena and Wanda were loudly reacting to the gameplay, Sam and Tony were howling, rooting for you. Clint ended up setting himself on one of the sofa's arms, invested in the match.

Natasha was on the edge of her seat, clutching the couch cushions. She couldn’t help but chuckle when they showed your reaction momentarily, clearly breathless and eyes wide, fist bumping your teammates seated beside you.

“Oh, what a comeback! The most intense so far, am I right?” The caster exclaimed.

“[Team Name] only has to win one more round before moving on to the next part of this tournament!”

The last round wasn’t exactly in your team’s favor in the half. Three of your team got killed already, only two of you remaining and the five of the enemy team. The rival team obviously did not want to hand over the win that easily.

After the call of another successful kill by the opposing team, you were the last one standing against a full set of players. You would either have to clutch up the round or go into overtime.

Clint perked up, pulling out his wallet. “Alright, who wants to get the bets started?” He asked, placing down a crisp fifty dollar bill on the coffee table. “Y/N wins the game.”

They all stopped to look at him as if he was a madman.

“C’mon, Barton, it’s one versus five.” Sam pointed out.

“So what? Am I the only one who believes in Y/N here? Oh, Nat, you better start placing fifties.”

Natasha merely rolled her eyes, not once wanting to bet on or against her girl. Her eyes glued to the screen in which your character is cautiously checking if the area is clear to plant the bomb.

But Tony pulled out the same type of bill from his wallet, placing it on top of the archer's money.

“Mr. Stark, you do realize you're betting against-” Peter started.

“Hush, spiderling. Watch the game.” Tony brushed him off and watched the screen intently.

Tony was proud of you, truly. But it would also be funny to tease you lovingly when you go home as a loser.

You set up your utility, kind of surprised the whole enemy team went to the other site in which they thought you were heading. They did not leave anyone behind to make sure, as per your cautious scan of the area before settling. After checking all angles again, with thirty seconds to spare, you planted the spike.

“This is a dangerous game to play. She has to hold a lot of angles by herself, they could come in from anywhere.”

The spike continued to beep, which added a lot more tension among the Avengers. Natasha alternated from looking at the actual game to your face camera, of which was the only one left colored. You kept pacing at one of the hiding places, waiting for the slightest noise or actions from the other team.

You decided to peek at one of the entrances to the site once, the Jett with an operator narrowly missed your head so you took the opportunity to blast her head off. Afterwards, your alarm bot from the other side of your hiding place went off, so you went and peeked quickly, managing to pick off another player from the opposite team. Two down, three to go.

The Avengers erupted in noise. Sam and Peter were losing their minds, Bucky and Steve had amazed grins on their faces, and Natasha was clinging on to Yelena and Fanny like a fangirl trying to contain herself.

“What was that?!”

“She's a god!”

“My god, this is way too intense for me.”

Both commentators erupted in surprised glee as well. “A double kill from [Team Name] Y/N! The others are slowly making their way into the site, what will she do?!”

A Sova fired a dart to hopefully reveal your location on the map, but you were too quick to shoot it down to cancel it. But, the Sova spotted you anyway, and was able to shoot you until you were at only 50 HP.

You hid again and recalled your turret, placing it on top of the wall in front of you before sneaking your way to the opposite side. It could watch your back while you attempt to peek on the other side to surprise your enemies.

That move managed to catch one of the other players trying to sneak in as well, and you killed them off with ease. Three down, two to go.

“Down goes [Player Name]! Sova and Yoru are still on the lookout, it's like an intense version of hide & seek up in here!”

Barely anyone was talking now, all eyes on the enormous screen.

“Y/N has her ult!” Peter pointed out.

That you did, as your third kill managed to unlock enough points for it. Aware of its availability, you hurried off to the perfect spot to plant it to cover almost the entire site, still hidden from your enemies. Killjoy's voice rang through the game, saying 'Initiated!', when you planted her ultimate.

“What's that? What's happening?” Steve asked.

“Well, it's called 'lockdown', so I'm assuming it's locking off the area within its perimeter... trapping everyone inside...” Bruce said, lost in thought because of the game.

The Yoru activated their ultimate in time with yours, and you were now twice as cautious, looking around for blue swirls of the duelist to avoid getting sniped easily. He tried to blind you, but you were quick to move your view away from the flash to avoid it. Stupidly, the Yoru's ultimate ran out while trying to destroy your lockdown, so you killed them without hesitation. Four down, one to go.

Clint cackled at the turn of events while the others continued to freak out, teasing Tony, a billionaire, on losing a fifty-dollar bet. “What did I tell you, Stark?! What did I tell you?!”

The spike's beeps started getting faster and you could finally see the finish line. But, you were still cautious as they still had more than enough time to defuse if they managed to kill you.

“You know, [Team Name] Y/N could just leave the site at this point. It's game over for [Rival Team Name].”

“Ah, don't speak too soon there! [Team Name] Y/N's now inspecting the outer corners of the site, unaware of [Rival Team Name] [Player]'s sneaky entrance - and she's placed a smoke down, ready to defuse!”

Of course you were unaware of the opponent's whereabouts. But, you did hear the defuse sound go off for a second. With that, you head back, holding a grenade to throw near the area of the spike.

“She's got this in the bag.” Sam said in content.

After a few seconds, the defusing sound started up again, but you were certain that the grenade you set off did some damage to your opponent on top of the information you got from your teammates before they died.

You started to jiggle-peek from your spot, clearly visible from your opponent's perspective, so they had no choice but to stop defusing the spike to try and shoot you.

Unfortunately, they did a number on you, so you decided to go around. Once the cooldown reset on your turret, you placed it down on one side for intel. With only 20 HP left, you snuck up to the other side of the obstacle to hopefully pull off a knife kill for the finale.

“This game is way more intense than I thought.” Bucky spoke thoughtfully amidst the suspense-filled silence.

“Shhhh!”

“Oh my god, she's got her knife out.” Natasha said in disbelief, watching your character sneak up behind your opponent whose back is facing you.

“So?”

“Just wait for it.” Natasha bit her lip, knowing fully well how you always prefer a devastating way to end a match.

The commentators were freaking out, a combination of “no's”, “don't do this”, and “not like this” rang through the Avengers' speakers. It was considered devastating in the VALORANT community to be killed in game with a knife instead of a gun or anything else. The opponent is oblivious, having already defused half of the spike, but they didn't know what would soon come.

You strike your knife at their head, killing them instantly, the spike left undefused. The game graphics became slow motion while the screen flashed green with 'VICTORY' in the middle of it all. You stood up almost immediately, proud of your savage last kill, fist-bumping all your teammates.

“AN ACE FROM [Team Name] Y/N! [Team Name] IS GOING TO THE MASTERS!”

You hugged your team as well before turning to the camera nearest to you, blowing hot air onto the lens, and tracing a heart followed by a cheeky grin and a wink.

“Yup, she's a Stark alright!”

Roars and cheers emitted from the commentators, the present audience, and the Avengers. Sam yelled and everyone followed, but the loudest one was Clint, who then swooped down to collect his cash prize for winning the bet. Tony didn't care at all, laughing along with the others; he had something new to brag about his kid. Natasha's cheeks flushed, as they always did when it came to you.

“SHE WON!”

“I'll get the booze!”

“In your face, Stark!”

“Cap, you stepped on my foot!”

Natasha unlocked her phone to take a quick picture of the livestream of the heart you drew on the camera, as well as of the stage displaying all of your team's headshots with an abundance of confetti almost covering it. All she wanted now was to call you, but she knew you probably had interviews and post-game rituals with your team, and she had champagne to drink with her own team in celebration of you.

The next morning, on a quick flight back home, the first thing that caught your attention was Natasha's Instagram story of the tournament. Your family supported and watched the tourney for you, as the following slides of her story consisted of the team chugging on champagne, Clint showing off an apparent bet that he won, and Peter and Sam posing in front of the TV when your face camera was shown up close.

Smiling, you liked her stories and replied with 'Thank you for supporting me, my love. I'll see you all soon'.

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romanestuffsposts · 5 months ago

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Hiii!! I don’t know if your taking request but if you are can you write something about Daddy!Stucky baby talking reader? I think it would be so cute and reader is just giggling and humming ✨💕

Hiii there love ! 💜

Ohhhhh that’s such a cute idea u absolutly looooooove this !!

I hope you like how it wrote your idea ☀️

Enjoyyyy <3

*****

Warnings : giggles, pet names, clingy, babying, bottle, paci

Pairings : Daddies!Stucky ; Daddy!Bucky x Papa!Steve x Little!Reader

Summary : just a cute evening with the little family

A/N : I’m so so sorry for disappearing like that. I went to London with my sister for her eighteenth birthday and i just wanted to enjoy my time there.

I also had lots of problems with university and i didn’t know how to solve them so i kinda let the blog aside for a while. Just the time I wrap my head around everything.

But I missed you so much and i missed writing your requests so here i aaaaaaaaam

*****

“Hello my little love” Bucky immediately smiles as soon as he sees his beautiful baby in her curb.

You immediately start to kick your little feet when your eyes catch on your Daddy. He stands above your curb and takes you in his arms “were you good today, babydoll ?” He gently asks, resting his forehead against yours

“I’m sure you were. You always are my cute little bunny” he gently teases your little belly making you giggle louder than when he came back. You push his hands away and the tickles stop right away. Bucky chuckles along with you and kisses your nose

“Did you had fun today with Papa ?” He asks, gently swaying you side to side

“Oh yes we had so much today” your Papa says as he enters the room. He immediately comes to your side, in front of your Daddy “isn’t that right, princess ?” He smiles as he grabs your hand, letting your little fingers wrapping themselves around his.

“Do we tell Daddy what we did today ?” He whispers. You softly hum and nod your head before resting it again against your Daddy’s arm.

“We started by a delicious breakfast, only fruits and two wonderful pancakes” he starts to wonder the tip of his index around your face “then we went to the park until it was lunch time, we ate something outside and then came back home. We kept playing inside the house because of the sun and then bath time”

You love how he talks to you, his voice singing a little, his eyes full of memories. But mostly, his eyes were watching you deeply. And that’s what you loved the most.

“Ohh seems like you had the best day ever” your Daddy exclaimed

“Yes it was!” Your Papa smiles “and look what i have in my hands to make it even better” he shows you your bottle of milk and you immediately make grabby hands to the bottle

“Easy, easy baby” he shushes you gently

Once you finish, he takes it back and put it on the nightstand. Your Daddy puts your paci in between your lips and starts swaying you again.

“Aren’t you the cutest” your Daddy whispers more to himself but you heard him. You crack into a smile and your little hand reach up to grab his nose, making him laugh.

He kisses your palm making you giggle “ ‘gain” you say between your giggles. He chuckles and kisses your hand again.

“Hey! what about me” your Papa complains

You giggle and give him your tiny little foot which makes him laugh even more. He grabs it and at the same time, him and your Daddy cover the part of you they have in their hands with kisses making you genuinely laugh. The kisses were way more ticklish than you thought and you absolutely love it.

Your Papa laughs at how your giggle got more louder when he kissed your toes “you definitely are the cutest”

This game exhausted you more than you thought you soon find yourself fighting for your eyes to stay open.

Your Daddies of course saw it and know exactly why you don’t want to fall asleep. Without you noticing, they start to try to make you sleep. Your Daddy draws small circles on your skin, humming a a lullaby while your Papa was sliding his index from the hole between your brows down to your nose.

That always makes you sleepy and you’re soon fast asleep in your Daddies arms.

“Good night my beautiful girl” a sweet kiss is dropped on your forehead

“We love you so much” another kiss is dropped on your hand

And with that, both of your Daddies go to their bed and lay you down between them, cuddling you all night long

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literaryavenger · 1 year ago

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Tony during a team dinner trying to make a point while talking about Y/N and Peter: I'd like to point out I raised two fully functional children.

Steve, shocked: You have two kids we don't know about??

Tony: Come on, they're good people.

*Meanwhile Y/N and Peter across the table*

Y/N to Peter: Can you pass me a napkin?

Peter: Is milady's arm broken?

Y/N: Yours is about to be.

Peter: Move!

Y/N: You have room!

Peter: No, move out! You're 40!

Y/N: *gasps*

The team after watching Y/N and Peter throw each other pieces of food like children: *They look back at Tony with raised eyebrows*

Tony:

Tony: Don't look at me, it's Pepper's fault. I was barely around!

#avengers x reader #avengers incorrect quotes #marvel incorrect quotes #mcu incorrect quotes #steve rogers #tony stark #tony stark x daughter reader #y/n stark #peter parker #source: modern family #dad!tony stark

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chloe-skywalker · 1 year ago

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Both Lost Something - Peter Parker

Peter Parker x Fem!reader Stark

Warnings: mention of Tony’s death

Word count: 483

Summary: Peter & Y/n comforting each other after Tony’s death.

Masterlist

Avengers Masterlist

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“Are they going to be okay?” Sam asked out loud to the people around them as they all turned to look where Sam was looking. And there by the lake were the two teen’s most affected by Tony’s death.

“I sure hope so.” Steve sighed sadly as they watched Y/n and Peter from afar.

“At least they can lean on each other.” Bucky pointed out. He felt really bad for Y/n. She was always kind to him and while he was gone due to the snap Y/n had.

“He lost his mentor and she lot her father. Granted for the first 8 years of her life Tony was pretty absent. But once he became Iron Man he was there for her as much as he could be. Even canceling things to spend time with her.” Pepper told them with a watery smile as she watched the girl that became like a daughter to her.

“Peter lost his parents young. Then was moved into the custody of May and his uncle. But not long after his uncle passed. Tony was more than a mentor to him.” Happy added with a tight sad smile.

Sam shook his head, running a hand down his face. “These kids have been through enough.”

“Agreed.” Bucky nodded and it shocked Sam and Bucky that they agreed on something. Shocked the other’s as well, but not as much as normal considering the topic and they all knew Y/n was pretty close to Bucky. And they could all agree with Sam.

Over by the water down at the edge of the lake. Y/n and Peter stood together looking out towards the water. It was peaceful.

“I’m sorry, Peter.” Y/n said to him as she leant her head on his shoulder. Y/n knew her dad meant more to Peter than just a friend or mentor. So she knew it had to be hard for him.

“I’m sorry too, Y/n. He was your father.” Peter spoke, wrapping his arm around her shoulders to comfort her.

“He acted like one to you as well.” She squeezed his hand and nuzzled her head into his neck. “At least you knew the best version of him.”

Peter grimaces a little. “I guess it sucks that he wasn’t always so close to you huh?”

Y/n nodded with a sad smile on her lips. “Yeah, it did. But he more than made up for it.”

Peter smiled at that. Knowing how good the father and daughter relationship had gotten over the years.

“I believe he loved you more than anything. You and Morgan.” Peter pointed out while placing a kiss on her temple.

“Me too. And I think you can include yourself in that as well. He saw you as a son.” Y/n sighs contently. They both turned their heads to look at each other with small smiles.

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inlovewhithafairytale · 1 year ago

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POV: Y/N Stark...

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ericshoney · 8 days ago

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Stark's Wit~ Tony Stark

Summary: You're not the best at hand-to-hand combat, but your the second best Stark with sarcastic responses.

Warnings: Platonic nicknames, possible swearing, sarcastic humour.

Reader's Age: 18

The biting wind whipped around Y/n as she stood on the training platform, a scowl etched on her face. Sparring with super soldiers in January was not her idea of a fun Friday afternoon. Especially when all she had to defend herself was the Stark family arsenal of sarcasm.

“Alright, kid, you ready?” Steve, radiating earnest encouragement, adjusted his gloves. Beside him, Bucky simply stared, his metal arm gleaming dully in the overcast light. Sam hovered behind them, a wry grin on his face. He knew how this usually went.

"Born ready, Captain Rogers," Y/n quipped, her voice dripping with irony. "Just try not to break anything too important. Dad would have a conniption if his precious lab assistant came back in pieces."

Steve winced. He still wasn't entirely used to Y/n's… bluntness. "We'll be careful, Y/n. This is just for practice."

"Practice for what? The Super Soldier Olympics?" She rolled her eyes. "Last time I checked, my skill set leaned more towards coding and caffeine addiction, not hand-to-hand combat."

Bucky finally spoke, his voice gruff. "Everyone needs to know how to defend themselves, Stark. Especially with your… family history."

That hit a little too close to home. Y/n tightened her jaw. "Right, because I specifically asked to be born into a world of interdimensional travel, rogue AI, and sentient purple grapefruits. My bad."

Steve sighed and stepped forward. "Alright, enough talking. Let's see what you've got."

The next few minutes were, to put it mildly, humiliating. Steve, ever the gentleman, pulled his punches, but even he couldn't help but land a few glancing blows. Bucky, predictably, was less restrained. His metal arm was like a battering ram, and Y/n found herself mostly dodging and weaving, her reflexes surprisingly sharp despite her lack of formal training.

"Having fun yet?" Sam called out, leaning against the railing.

"Oh, I'm having a ball, Sam," Y/n gasped, narrowly avoiding Bucky's fist. "This is exactly how I pictured spending my Friday: getting pummeled by a century-old assassin. Living the dream, really."

She managed to duck under Steve’s arm and deliver a swift kick to his shin. It wasn’t exactly a knockout blow, but it was enough to make him stumble.

"Not bad, Y/n," Steve said, rubbing his leg. "You're getting faster."

"Years of dodging Dad's bad science puns have honed my reflexes," she retorted, then spun to face Bucky, who was advancing with a predatory gleam in his eye. "Alright, Tin Man, let's dance!"

Bucky lunged. This time, Y/n tried a different tactic. As he swung his metal arm, she sidestepped and grabbed a handful of his long hair, yanking him off balance.

"Whoa! Hey!" Bucky sputtered, momentarily disoriented.

"Sorry, Barnes! Didn't know you were so sensitive about your 'vintage chic' hairstyle," Y/n said, releasing him and darting away.

Sam burst out laughing. Even Steve cracked a smile. Bucky, however, wasn't amused. He charged again, his movements less precise, fueled by irritation.

Y/n knew she couldn't keep this up forever. She was already winded, and her sarcasm reserves were starting to run dry. As Bucky cornered her near the edge of the platform, she knew she was out of options.

"Okay, okay, I surrender!" she yelled, throwing her hands up in the air. "Uncle! Mercy! I admit defeat! You win, metal arm! You’re the best at… uh… arming metal-ly! Yeah, that’s the one.”

Bucky stopped, his expression a mixture of annoyance and begrudging amusement. “You’re impossible, Stark.”

“That’s what my therapist keeps telling me,” Y/n said, panting. She collapsed onto a nearby bench, gathering her breath.

Steve clapped her on the shoulder. "You did well, Y/n. You're quick, and you think on your feet. You just need to work on your… offensive capabilities."

"My offense is impeccable," Y/n said, gesturing to Bucky. "Just ask him. I practically incapacitated him with my devastating wit."

Sam snorted. "Yeah, well, wit doesn't exactly stop a bullet."

"True," Y/n conceded. "But it can annoy someone enough that they forget what they were going to do in the first place. That's a defense mechanism in itself, right?"

She looked up at their faces, a hopeful glimmer in her eyes. They were her dad’s friends, family even. And despite the inherent strangeness of having super soldiers trying to turn her into a miniature Avenger, she knew they cared.

Steve, ever the optimist, gave her a reassuring smile. "It's a start, Y/n. We'll keep working on it."

"Great," Y/n said, her sarcasm returning full force. "Just promise me one thing: next time, can we at least do this in a heated environment? And maybe with a pizza? I'm pretty sure I can weaponize pepperoni."

Bucky rolled his eyes, but there was a hint of a smile playing on his lips. Even he had to admit, Y/n Stark, with her sharp tongue and Stark-brand stubbornness, was growing on him. Even if she did almost pull his hair out. He smirked, “I’d pay to see that.”

As the three men began to pack up, Y/n pulled out her phone. Time to order that pizza. And maybe send Dad a text. Something along the lines of: 'Almost got murdered by Bucky today. Send backup (and maybe a new shield design. Sarcasm-proof, preferably).

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batcavescolony · 4 months ago

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Steve: *freshly defrosted*

Fury: let's go over what you-

*alarm start going off through the building, agents are running around*

SHIELD Agent: *busting through the door* I'm sorry sir we can't stop her! She- *falls*

Heather(Captain America Historian): YOU! *aggressively points at Steve*

Steve: uh? Ye-

Heather: YOU LIED ON EVER SINGLE ENLISTMENT FORM YOU EVER FILLED OUT!

Steve:...

Fury: what is ha- what are you reaching for?

Heather: *pulls out a note book* you! Are. Going. To. Tell. Me. EVERYTHING! Let's start, we think you're from Brooklyn but are you ACTUALLY?

Steve: yes I'm from Brooklyn.

Fury: this is cla-

Heather: I DON'T CARE! Did you have a job before the military?

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moonlit-imagines · 1 year ago

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warnings:

a/n:

requested by anonymous

“Hold it, hold it.” Your father said as he saw you walk past him in slightly revealing attire, only so that a glimpse of your stomach was shown when you lifted your arms, really. “What was that?” He pointed at your midriff.

“Huh?” You said in confusion before it clicked in your head and you’re eyes noticibly widened. “What do…you mean? Is there something on my shirt?” You looked down and brushed your hands down your stomach.

“Just show me.” Steve sighed and your shoulders dropped in defeat, pulling your shirt just over your belly button. “When did you get a piercing? How did you even pay for that?” He questioned, looking back up at you in disbelief.

“I got it done on a day you were out on a mission, my friend payed for it.” You admitted and poked it a bit. “It healed good, though. And it’s kind of cute, I like it. Don’t you?” You asked your father.

“I am glad your happy with it.” Steve plainly responded. “Just run it by me before you put any more holes in your skin. That includes tattoos, too.”

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sergeantbarnessdoll · 2 months ago

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Ooo so I just had this thought come to mind!!

Can I please request a platonic Dad!Steve Rogers x daughter reader where he had a newborn daughter pre serum, and when Steve crashes the plane into the ice, his now 3 year old daughter gets abducted by Hydra. They at first intended to experiment on her but they turned their focus on their main project, Bucky, so they put Steve’s daughter in cryo for almost 60 years until SHIELD finds her in a raid on Hydra’s compound and as this is before Steve is out of the ice and no one knows who she is, she’s put into foster care. Then flash forward to CA: Winter Soldier, Steve is pulled into Fury’s office because a 15 year old girl hacked into SHEILD’s servers (she most likely trying to find out what happened to her when she was little) and Fury had run her dna to see who she was only to found that she is Captain America’s daughter (but she doesn’t remember who her Dad is or that she was born in 1942, but she may get some memories here and there) and Steve would probably start crying on the spot because he thought his daughter wasn’t alive and he’d feel guilty that Hydra got their hands on her. she is in a lot of trouble with SHEILD and Steve gets her out of it by having her use her hacking abilities to help The Avengers. Anyways, she rebels against Steve a lot, sneaks out, and feels angry at her dad because she feels like he abandoned her back in the 40s because he insisted on trying to enlist. When they get Bucky back and he joins the Avengers (I’m sure Y/n used her hacking skills to help and also the Avengers don’t break up) Bucky would be so emotional to see his niece again and she’d confide how she’s feeling about her Dad and I feel like he’d be a big help and Sam would help talk her through the trauma she’s gone through. Bucky convinces her to talk to her Dad and she opens up to Steve, telling him how she felt abandoned and unloved by him and it would absolutely break Steve’s heart and he just holds his daughter close and promise to never leave her again 🥺

Never Leaving You Again » Steve Rogers/Captain America

Pairings: Dad!Pre Serum Steve Rogers x Daughter!Reader with 40s Bucky Barnes, Dad!Steve Rogers x Teen Daughter!Reader with Nick Fury, Bucky Barnes/Winter Soldier, Sam Wilson/Falcon, and the Avengers

Summary: Steve promises to never leave you again when you tell him that you feel abandoned and unloved by him.

Warnings: Fluff, Angst, language, HYDRA, kidnapping, feelings of abandonment and unloved, crying, nicknames

Ages of reader: newborn, 3 years old, and 15 years old

A/N: Thank you for the beautifully detailed request @kpopgirlbtssvt 🩵

A/N #2: Italic text is flashbacks. Y/M/N stands for your mom’s name.

Written on my phone. My apologies for any mistakes.

Header made by @buck-star

GIFS ARE NOT MINE! Gif credits go to the creators.

1942

“What’s it like now that you’re a dad?” Bucky curiously asks Steve.

“It’s a lot to adjust to, but I love it and wouldn’t change it for the world.” Steve answers as he smiles down at you. “Isn’t that right, princess?” He coos at you.

You made a babbling noise as you stared up at your dad and uncle.

“This little girl has no idea how much I’m going to spoil her.” Bucky says, gently and softly rubbing his thumb against your tiny hand.

“Are you trying to make my daughter choose favorites?” Steve jokingly asks.

“Maybe I am. Maybe I’m not.” Bucky playfully grins. “I am her godfather and favorite uncle after all.” He says.

“If anyone is going to be her favorite, it’s going to be me.” Steve says.

“Both of you are wrong. I’m going to be Y/N’s favorite.” Your mom says as she walks in the living room with your bottle.

Steve carefully handed you over to your mom so she can feed you.

“Just know, boys will be boys, sweetie.” Your mom tells you as she feeds you.

You just stared up at her as she fed you. Steve and Bucky playfully rolled their eyes at her.

———

“Do you think Y/N will hate me when I enlist in the Army?” Steve asks your mom.

“Honey, she’s just a baby. She’ll love you no matter what.” Your mom says softly.

“You’re right.” Steve smiles and kisses your mom. “I just needed to hear it.” He says.

———

1945

You were in the living room, drawing on blank pieces of paper. You were drawing more pictures to send to your dad and uncle Bucky. Your mom was in the kitchen getting you some juice.

“Here you go, sweetie.” Your mom says, putting your juice cup in front of you on the coffee table.

“Thank you, mama.” You say with a smile.

“You’re welcome.” She smiles down at you.

Your mom was about to go back to the kitchen to do the dishes when there was a knock at the door. She opened the door to see two Army officers.

“Are you Y/M/N Rogers?” One of the Army officers asks.

“Yes.” Your mom answers.

“We’re so sorry that we have to tell you this, but your husband, Captain Steven Rogers, the plane he was in went down and unfortunately he didn’t make it.” The second Army officer tells her.

Your mom’s heart dropped to the pit of her stomach and tears filled her eyes. You walked over to your mom to see her talking to two men at the door.

“Mama?” You tapped on her leg.

Your mom and the Army officers looked down at you. You stared up at your mom with the look of curiosity on your face and wondering what has your mom upset.

“Why sad?” You asked her.

“Go back to the living room, sweetie. I’ll be there in a minute, ok?” Your mom says.

“Ok, mama.” You replied.

You went back to the living room and picked up where you left off on your drawings to your dad and uncle Bucky. The Army said their condolences to your mom before leaving. Your mom closed the door and went to the living room. She sat down on the couch. At this point, tears were streaming down her face.

“Sweetie…” Her voice cracks. “Mama, has something to tell you.” She says, patting the spot next to her on the couch.

You stopped what you were doing and climbed up onto the couch next to your mom. You looked at her, waiting for her to tell you what she has to tell you.

“You know that daddy loves you very much, right?” Your mom begins.

You smiled and nodded your head.

“Well, umm-” She cleared her throat. “Daddy isn’t coming home.” She says.

“Why?” You asked.

“Something happened to him and he didn’t make it.” She tells you.

“Didn’t make it?” You furrowed your eyebrows in confusion.

“He’s in heaven now.” She says.

“No.” You said. “Daddy and uncle Bucky are coming home.” You say.

“Uncle Bucky is in heaven too, sweetie.” She says.

Your bottom lip and your tears teared up when she said that. You shook your head no, refusing to believe that two of your favorite people are dead.

“I want them to come home!” You say, tears rolling down your face.

“I know, sweetie. I do too.” Your mom almost whispers.

You broke down in tears. Your mom pulled you onto her lap. She held you while the both of you cried together.

A few weeks go by since your mom told you that your dad and uncle Bucky aren’t coming home. You’re not sure how to cope with the fact that they’re not coming home, but you’re trying to stay strong for your mom.

You were sleeping in your bedroom when the door was busted down. You scrambled to sit up. You seen a man dressed in all black tactical gear. You screamed as loud as you could, hoping your mom would hear you and would coming running to your room, but she didn’t. The man covered your mouth with a cloth, your screams muffled by his hand. The more you inhaled the chemicals on the cloth, you grew weak and pasted out.

When you came to, you woke up in an unfamiliar room and strapped to a cold metal table. You began to panic. You tried to squirm out of the restraints, but it was no use. The restraints were too tight. You jumped when the door opened. A man in a suit and a man in a white lab coat walked in the room.

“Hello, Miss. Rogers.” The man in the suit greets you. “I’m Arnim Zola.” He introduces himself.

You stayed quiet, staring at him. If your mom, dad, and uncle Bucky taught you anything about strangers, it’s to not talk to them.

“You’re going to be a new edition to HYDRA.” Zola says.

Zola looks at the man in the lab coat who was prepping an IV needle. He gave him a nod. The man walked over to you. Your eyes went wide and your heart started to pound in your chest when you seen the needle. Your breathing became uneven and tears streamed down your face. You cried when the IV needle pricked your skin. That’s when all of the pain and trauma began…

———

60 YEARS LATER

SHIELD Agents busted down the doors to the HYDRA base. They split up, raiding the place. Everywhere room in the base was clear, except for one… the cryogenic chamber room, which is where you are. An agent pushed the button to open the chamber you’re in. Everyone’s eyes went wide when they seen that you’re just a kid.

“This is sick of them. This child didn’t deserve any of the pain they put her through.” A SHIELD Agent says.

Everyone nodded in agreement. They got you out of the cryo and took you to a hospital to get you checked out. An employee from child protective services was called to your case. She was told where you were found and you didn’t have any family members to take care of you. She put you in the foster care system and hoped that a loving family would adopted you.

———

Curiosity fills your mind. You were wondering who your parents are, where you’re from, and stuff like that. Memories appear in your mind from time to time.

During study hall at school, you decided to do non school related research. You typed your name into Google, wondering what would come up. A lot popped up, mostly of a man called Captain America. You furrowed your eyebrows and clicked on one of the links. It took you to SHIELD’s website. It also showed you a picture of a man who has the same last name as you. You did more digging. You typed a code into your laptop, hacking into SHIELD’s servers to get more information on the man who has the same last name as you.

Little did you know that the hacking you did alerted SHIELD. An alert came up on everyone’s computers. A couple agents went straight to Fury’s office.

“Director Fury, someone hacked into our servers.” One of the agents tells him.

“I know. I’m looking at it.” Fury says.

Fury checked the location of where the hack came from. He also found out that the hacker was a 15 year old girl… you.

“That hacker is a 15 year old girl named Y/N who attends high school in the city.” Fury tells the agents. “Go get her and bring her in.” He instructs.

The agents nodded and went to your school.

“Can I help you gentlemen?” The secretary asks them.

“We were told to pick up girl named Y/N and bring her in for questioning.” One of the agents says.

The secretary states at the two agents for a second, noticing that they’re wearing tactical gear. She also knows that you get into trouble sometimes. She didn’t question them.

“Y/N, please come to the front office.” The secretary announces over the intercom.

You groaned loudly, wondering what you’re in trouble for this time. You closed your laptop and put it in your backpack. You slung your backpack onto your shoulders and went to the front office. You froze when you seen the two agents. You noticed SHIELD’s logo from the website you hacked into on their tactical gear.

“Shit…” You mumbled to yourself.

You tried to escape them by running past them, but they grabbed you before you could. They led you out of the school and out to SHIELD’s vehicle. You got in the vehicle and stayed quiet the whole ride to SHIELD. You walked inside of SHIELD with the two agents behind you. You were met by Fury.

“Take her to interrogation room 1 and take her laptop and other devices she might have from her.” Fury tells the agents.

The agents nodded and took you to the interrogation room. You dropped your backpack on the floor and sat in the chair, slouching in it. One agent grabbed your backpack and took your laptop out of it.

“You can’t just do that!” You say loudly.

“Actually, we can.” One agent says.

“Give us your cell phone.” The second agent says, holding out his hand.

You made a grumbling noise and took your phone out of your back pocket, handing it to him. The agents left the room, leaving you alone in the interrogation room.

“Fucking assholes.” You mumbled under your breath.

You were alone in the interrogation room while SHIELD’s tech team checked your phone and laptop to see why you hacked into their servers.

“Did you find anything?” Fury asks.

“It appears that’s she hacked our servers to get information on Captain Rogers.” The tech agent tells him.

As Fury looked at the picture of Steve that’s on Steve’s SHIELD profile, he noticed similarities between you and him.

“Get a DNA test on her.” Fury says.

A SHIELD agent nodded and went to SHIELD’s lab to get a DNA testing kit before going to the interrogation room you’re in.

“Can I leave now?” You asked as the agent walked in the room.

“No.” The agent said. “Roll up your sleeve and stay still.” He says.

You seen a needle in his hand. Your eyes went wide.

“Hell no!” You jumped out of the chair. “I am not going through that shit again!” You say.

The agent called another agent in the room for assistance. He wrapped his arms around you to prevent you from escaping. The other agent rolled up your sweatshirt sleeve. You yelped when the needle pricked your skin. The agent took a little bit of your blood and put a bandaid on your arm where he took your blood. The other agent let go of you and both of them left the room. You sat back down in the chair.

The agent took your blood to the lab for the DNA test, putting a rush on it. What feels like forever goes by and the results of the DNA test are ready. The lab tech took the results to Fury. Fury looked at the results. The DNA test results revealed that you’re the daughter of Captain America. Fury announced for Steve to go to his office the intercom. Steve was confused on why Fury called him to his office.

“You wanted to see me?” Steve asks as he walked in Fury’s office.

“You might want to sit down.” Fury says.

Steve sat down in one of the chairs that’s in front of Fury’s desk.

“I’m sure that you heard about someone hacking into our servers today.” Fury begins.

Steve nods.

“We found out who the hacker is and brought her here. Apparently, a 15 year old girl was trying to get information on you.” He tells him.

“Why?” Steve asks.

“You tell me. How come you never told anyone that you have a daughter?” He asks.

Steve shifted in his seat when Fury brought you up.

“My daughter is a sensitive subject for me to talk about. I haven’t seen her since she was a year old. I tried looking for her when I came out of the ice, but didn’t find anything. I assumed she died and that was very hard for me to come to terms with.” Steve says.

“You assumed wrong.” Fury says, handing Steve your DNA test results.

Steve looked at the test results. His eyes went wide.

“N-No. This isn’t possible. My daughter is dead.” Steve says in a shaky voice.

“DNA doesn’t lie, Rogers.” Fury says.

Steve was completely mind blown. His eyes filled with tears.

“She’s in interrogation room 1 if you want to see her.” Fury tells him.

“She- She’s here?” Steve asks.

Fury nodded. Steve stood up, going straight to the interrogation room you’re in. His breath hitched in his throat when he opened the door and seeing you for the first time in years.

“What? Do you guys want more blood from me?” You asked sarcastically.

Steve closed the door behind him and walked over to the table, sitting down across from me.

“Y/N?” Steve asks.

“Yes?” You say like a question. “Do I know you?” You asked, raising an eyebrow.

“I’m your dad.” He says.

“N-No.” You shook your head. “My mom told me that my dad died or something in the Army in 1945.” You say.

“Sweetheart, I know it’s a shock for you. It is for me.” He says.

That’s when a memory flashed in your mind.

“I’m going to miss you, princess. Daddy loves you so much.” Steve say softly.

“Wuv dada.” You babbled.

Steve smiles and kisses the top of your head before handing you off to your mom. He gave your mom a kiss too.

“I’ll see both of you soon.” Steve says before making his way over to the Military Jeep.

The memory ended. Steve put his hand on top of yours. You jerked your hand away and stood up from the chair.

“You said you would come home! You lied!” You exclaimed.

“Princess, I didn’t lie. I had to do what I had to do.” Steve says.

“Don’t fucking call me princess! I’m not a little girl anymore!” You say.

“Y/N, please calm down.” He says softly.

“Don’t tell me to fucking to calm down!” You shouted. “Do you want to know what my life was like after you “died”? My life was a living hell since I was 3 years old! HYDRA took my childhood from me! They injected me with Super Soldier serum and trained me to do things I didn’t want to do! Then I got froze and 60 years later, I got put in the foster care system. Today, I looked up what my life to see who my parents are and now I’m here.” You tell him.

Steve didn’t know what to say. He was completely heartbroken for you. He knows one thing for sure, he wants to kill HYDRA with his bare hands for what they did to his daughter.

“Sweetheart, I tried looking for you. I couldn’t find anything on you and I assumed you were- you know.” Steve says.

“You thought I was dead?” You asked.

Steve nodded.

“What kind of fucking parent thinks that his kid is dead?” You asked.

“I-I couldn’t find anything on you.” He says again.

You shook your head and scoffed. Tears were streaming down your face at this point. Steve stood up and walked over to you to give you a hug, but you backed away from him.

“Don’t fucking touch me!” You hissed.

Steve steps back, giving you some space. Both of you looked at the door when Fury walked in the room, along with an agent.

“I’m sorry, Rogers, but we have to take your daughter in.” Fury says.

The agent walked over to you with a pair of handcuffs. Steve steps between you and the agent.

“You are not putting my daughter in handcuffs.” Steve says.

“Captain Rogers, she hacked our servers.” The agent says.

“It was a huge misunderstanding. She didn’t mean to hack the servers. All she was trying to do was find out who her parents are and she found me.” He explains, looking at Fury.

Fury stares at Steve for a second before looking at you.

“Just make sure she doesn’t do it again.” Fury says.

Steve nods. Fury and the agent left the room, leaving you and Steve alone. Steve grabbed your backpack and got your phone and laptop back.

“I’m taking home.” Steve says.

“Oh, great.” You mumbled under your breath, wondering what your foster parents have to say about what kind of trouble you got into today.

“You’re not going back to the home you’re thinking. I’m taking you home with me.” He says.

———

PRESENT DAY

Ever since you and Steve reunited, you two haven’t been getting along. You’ve been getting into trouble, not listening, sneaking out, and testing your dad’s patience.

“Y/N, I told you to clean your room yesterday.” Steve says, looking around your messy bedroom.

“You tell me a lot of things.” You mumbled as you continued to scroll through your phone.

Steve snatched your phone, getting your attention.

“That’s mine!” You whined, trying to reach for your phone.

“You can have it back after you clean your room.” He says.

You groaned loudly as he left your room. You took a look around your room. You’ll admit that it’s messy. You just didn’t know that you let it get this bad. You put your dirty clothes in the laundry basket, threw away whatever trash you had in your room, and organized your bedroom. When you were done cleaning your room, you went to your dad to get your phone back.

“I’m done cleaning my room. Can I have my-” The words died on your tongue when you seen your uncle Bucky for the first time in years. “Uncle Bucky?” You almost whispered.

“Doll?” Bucky almost whispers.

You ran over to Bucky, hugging him tightly. Tears filled both your eyes and Bucky’s eyes.

“You’re alive.” You say.

“So are you.” Bucky says.

Bucky let go of you and took a step back, smiling at how grown up you are.

“You’re so grown up.” He says, making you smile.

Steve smiles at the cute uncle and niece moment happening in front of him.

“Did you clean your whole room?” Steve asks.

“Yes I did.” You groaned.

Steve stared at you for a second, making sure you’re not lying. He always knows when you’re lying. He gave you your phone back. You snatched it from his hand and left the room. Bucky frowns as he watches the interaction between you and your dad.

“What’s going on between you and Y/N?” Bucky asks.

“We haven’t been getting along.” Steve answers.

“Why?” Bucky asks.

“I don’t know. She won’t tell me anything. It’s like she hates me.” Steve says.

“She doesn’t hate you, man.” Bucky says softly, putting a comforting hand on Steve’s shoulder.

“Can you talk to her and get her to open up?” Steve asks.

“Of course! I love talking to my niece!” Bucky smiles.

Bucky goes to your room and knocks on the door.

“Who is it?” You asked.

“It’s uncle Bucky. Can I come in?” Bucky asks.

“Yes.” You replied.

Bucky opens the door and walks in your room. He takes a look around your room, seeing stuff a teenager might have in their bedroom.

“Did my dad send you up here to talk to me?” You asked.

“Yes, but I wanted to talk to my favorite niece and goddaughter.” He says with a smile.

“I’m your only niece and goddaughter, uncle Bucky.” You say with a small giggle.

“Point made.” He chuckles.

You sat up against the headboard of your bed and Bucky sat down in front of you.

“What’s going on between you and your dad, doll?” He asks softly.

You shrugged your shoulders and fiddled with your fingers.

“I need a better answer than a shoulder shrug, kiddo.” He says.

“My dad abandoned me and my mom when he went to the Army and he lied about coming home.” You tell him.

“Your dad didn’t abandon you and he didn’t lie.” He says.

“Yes he did.” You said. “It’s like he didn’t want me.” You say.

“Don’t say that, doll.” He almost whispers. “He loves being your dad.” He says softly.

“He sure as hell doesn’t show it. He thought I was dead when he came out of the ice. What kind of parent thinks that his only child is dead?” You say.

“I’m sure he tried his hardest to look for you.” He says.

You shook your head no, refusing to believe it. Bucky seen your eyes tear up.

“Give him a break, doll. He’s trying, but you’re making it hard for him.” Bucky says.

“He’s not trying. He’s not even trying to love me.” You say, your voice cracking.

Tears started to roll down your cheeks. Bucky moved closer to you and wrapped his arms around you.

“Your dad loves you more than anything, doll.” Bucky whispers.

“No he doesn’t. He makes me feel unloved.” You say.

It broke Bucky’s heart to hear you say that.

“Come with me.” He says, standing up.

“Where are we going?” You asked with a sniffle.

“You’re going to talk to Sam. He’s trained for stuff like what you went through.” He says.

“Will you stay with me?” You asked.

“Of course, doll.” He smiles.

———

You are now sitting in the conference room with Bucky and Sam. Bucky told Sam the basics of your feelings towards your dad.

“What makes you think your dad abandoned you when you were a baby?” Sam asks.

“He promised me and my mom he would come home, but he didn’t. He lied.” You say.

“Y/N, you have to understand that nothing was in your dad’s hands back then.” He says.

You nodded and fiddled with your fingers. Your eyes teared up and a tear rolled down your cheek. Bucky put a comforting hand on your shoulder.

“What are you thinking right now?” Sam asks softly.

“My dad doesn’t love me.” You say, your voice cracking.

“Yes he does, Y/N.” He says.

“No he doesn’t.” You said in a shaky voice. “Why would he love me if he thought I was dead when he came out of the ice?” You asked.

“He told me he looked all over the place for you, but he kept hitting dead ends. He didn’t want to come to terms if you were dead or not. That seems like love to me.” He says.

You went silent. If that’s true, then why don’t you feel loved by him?

“You need to talk to your dad and tell him how you feel.” Bucky chimes in.

“Do I have to?” You asked, looking at Bucky.

“Yes.” He says.

“Will you stay with me while I talk to him?” You asked.

“This is something you need to do on your own, doll.” He says softly.

“Ok.” You whispered.

Bucky gave you a kiss on the side of your head. You stood up and went to find your dad. You found him in the lounge room, reading a newspaper.

“Dad?” You say nervously.

Steve was caught off guard when you called him dad. Ever since that day at SHIELD, you’ve been addressing him as Steve, not dad. He put his newspaper down and looked at you.

“Can we talk?” You asked.

“Of course we can, sweetheart.” Steve replies softly.

You sat down next to him on the couch.

“I always thought you abandoned me when you enlisted in the Army years ago.” You admitted.

“Why would you even think that that?” He asks. “I would never abandon you.” He says.

“It feels like you did. I also feel unloved by you because of that.” You say.

“Never say that again! I love you more than anything.” He says.

“You don’t show it!” You rose your voice at him and stood up. “You have no idea how unloved I feel, especially when I was in foster care! The couple who adopted me didn’t even know me, but they loved me way more than you ever could!” You say, your eyes tearing up.

You didn’t miss the way your dad clenched his jaw. He stood up. You had a feeling he was going to yell at you for raising your voice at him.

“Do you want to know what my first thought was when I came out of the ice?” Steve asks. “I thought of you and your mom. I looked all over for both of you. I found out your mom died and I couldn’t find you. I tried to think of ways to find you, but I hit a dead end with every idea that came to my mind.” He tells you.

“You thought I was dead!” You say.

“I almost lost Bucky. I lost my wife. I thought I lost you too.” He says.

You stared up at your dad with teary eyes. You were so pissed off at him that you completely forgot that he lost your mom and almost lost his best friend.

“I never want you to say I abandoned you and I don’t love you again. I did nothing but love you since the day you were born.” Steve says softly.

“You- You promised you would come home, but you didn’t! You broke a promise to me and mom!” You cried.

At this point, tears were streaming down your face. Your knees went weak and gave out under you. Steve caught you before you fell to the floor and guided you over to the couch, sitting you down. He sat down next to you. Now, you’re full on crying and so is your dad. Steve’s heart shattered into a million pieces. He hates see you cry and so upset.

“I am so sorry, princess. If I could go back in time and change how things were back then, I would.” He says through tears.

“I’m the one who should be apologizing. I was so pissed at you that I never thought about what you lost and almost lost. I’m sorry for being a shitty daughter.” You apologized.

“You’re not a shitty daughter, sweetheart. Neither of us could’ve predicted what we went through was going to happen.” He says.

You wanted to say more, but you just continued to cry in your dad’s arms. It’s like being held by your dad for the first time in years made all the anger inside of you fade away. Steve felt guilt bubbling up inside of him even more because of what HYDRA did to his daughter. He can’t go back to the past to fix that. What he can do is never leave his baby again. That’s a promise he’ll never break again.

“I’m never leaving you again, sweetheart. I promise.” Steve promises.

You nodded and sniffled. Yours and his cries stopped after a few minutes.

“I love you, princess.” Steve whispers, kissing the top of your head.

“I love you too, dad.” You whispered back.

“I’ll do anything to make it up to you.” He says softly.

“Anything?” You looked up at him and he nodded. “Can we go to Coney Island?” You asked.

“Of course we can.” He smiles.

Bucky poked his head in the room when he heard Coney Island.

“I swear I wasn’t listening. All I heard was Coney Island.” Bucky says, making you and Steve laugh.

From that moment forward, you and your dad did everything you guys could to repair yours and his father daughter relationship. Yes, you two let Bucky go to Coney Island with you guys. It was the best day all of you had in years.

💙💙💙💙💙💙💙💙💙💙💙💙💙💙💙💙💙

-Bucky’s Doll

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neonovember · 1 year ago

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Request: Sam Wilson x younger, platonic! reader

Plot: Reader relaxing around Sam’s place in Louisiana-Bucky can be in it, reader’s relationship with him would be platonic or familial.

Louisiana Sun

steve, sam, bucky x platonic!daughter!reader, generous nods (i practically wrote a whole confession) to sarahbucky

things; dad!steve rogers moments, over protective steve, reader makes some risky decisions, bucky and same are basically your uncles, bucky is in love with sarah and louisiana by extension,

w/c; 4k (reader had to do a lot of convincing to let steve believe she wont get kidnapped in the presence of two soldiers)

You’ve never felt love like you did in Louisiana.

The sun baked grass, the humid winds kissing your shoulder. The vibrancy of colour and life that explodes on the streets, and in the caring waves of neighbours.

You taste home whenever Steve drives you up to Sam’s rickety gate, slamming the car door open to his objection and running through the winding bend of grass and willow trees. You can't wait for Steve to pull into Sam’s drive way, the bleached wooden porch calls to you in a way you can’t ignore.

So you find it exceptionally painful whenever Steve is swarmed with so much work he can’t make the drive up. And there was no way Steve would even let you take a plane ride by yourself, he says it’s cause he’d be too afraid but you think it’s because you help with the dishes.

It’s Friday evening at the Rogers, a night of pizza and Noir crime films you both adore. It’s spring break, and you've spent every waking hour with Steve cooped up at home. You don't mind it, it has made up for a lot of the father daughter time missed between missions. But god you can’t come back to school and say you spend the holidays with Captain America again.

“So..Sam called” You murmur, fainting nonchalance whilst you watch his every expression out of the corner of your eye. Gene Tirney’s whiskey voice blares from the TV screen in front of you.

“Uhm?” Steve replies with his mouth full.

“Yeah, he was wondering when I’d come down again to see ‘em. Bucky’s spending some time there too, helping out with the boat and Sarah” You reply, stretching your arms out in front of you.

“And what did you say” Steve replies after wiping away the smudges of sauce from his chin, eyes widening

“I said I’ll have to check with Corporal Rogers first” You tease

“Hey, I’m not anywhere near..”

“Dad we haven’t left this house in weeks, I’m not going to go another week locked in here” You reply

“I let you go places..remember Monday?”

“When you asked me to buy your cream of mushroom from the Bodega?!” You shriek, eyes boggling.

“Yes..?” Steve replies unsure, eyebrows furrowing

“That was a chore. For your own benefit by the way, I mean who in their right mind likes cream of mushroom?” You reply

“Ay, I’m not going to let you disrespect my taste in food for the second time today” Steve replies

“Oh please, I barely said anything about your choice of onions as a pizza topping-

“My pizza topping?? I was reconsidering dinner when you wanted pineapples. Fruit should not belong on pizza, there are rules. When I was your age we had-”

“To boil everything or else we’d get tetanus and die” You moan, rolling your eyes

“No..when I was your age I don't think pineapples even made it to New York yet” Steve murmurs, hand on his chin as if to truly consider it.

“Are you sure you're my father?” You reply, and are met with a soft cushion flying towards you.

“Work’s just been a lot lately kid. And I miss you too darn much to let you leave my sight. You know how I am, I see kids go missin’ everyday. Don’t know what I’d do if that happened to you cause I was reckless”

“You aren't getting sick of my face?”

“Never”

“You’re not being reckless Dad, I’m going to be with Sam for gods sake, and Bucky too! In Louisiana of all places! They probably mug you with bugnes as pistols” You giggle

“Don’t joke about that"

“Oh come on! You both were on a team for like eighty years, you don't trust them?”

“Of course I trust them, they’re your designated ‘if i get in a freak accident they take over’ people.

“Hey! Don’t joke about that” You quip

“I just like knowing you're near” Steve replies after chuckling

“I could just stay for a weekend! I’ll be back before you know it. Swear” You plead.

“You say that now..” Steve cocks his eyebrows, part of him knew you'd stay six months there if you could

You put on your best heartbroken pouted face whilst Steve goes through the motions of being finally convinced. His eyebrows furrow, his hand coming up to scratch at his golden locs as he considers it.

His shoulders slump, and before he can even say a gruntled “Fine..” You’re cheering, getting up to twirl around the lamp lit living room. Steve chuckles at your antics, eyes glinting with light at the sight of you jumping in happiness.

He knew he’d say yes in the end. You're his little girl, he can’t ever say no to you.

“Whilst you're up, switch out Laura for somethin’ else. We still got a checklist to get through”

“Isn’t it getting close to your bed time, senior citizen?” You giggle, reaching for the box of recorded movie tapes under the bookshelf dresser.

“Age ain't going to stop me from showing you what good cinema is” Steve barks, reaching for his glass of water gingerly.

You’re half through the Maltese Falcon, Sam Spade flickering his cigarette in flashes of black and white when Steve's phone rings.

He groans loudly, lying on his back with his legs stretched and laying on the coffee table with the bitten edges of pizza crust left over. The couch buzzes beneath your weight, somewhere deep within the crevices near spare change and ink pens it vibrates.

“You gonna get that old man?” You turn to Steve, mouth filled with cheesy saucy bread

“Easy now Rogers, and finish your mouthful”

You roll your eyes as Steve searches under the blanket stretched across you both, a sound of triumph leaves his throat when he grasps the metallic slick edges.

“Rogers” Steve grunts into the phone

“Ah Fury…Mhmm..didn’t they have Clint on that?..Right..”

You raise your eyebrows at the conversation between Steve and Fury, Steve pinches the bridge of his nose as he plops his head back against the head of the couch.

“For three weeks? Fury, you know I got Y/N to take care of. It’s why I transferred out of the field, it isn’t ‘cause I like reading” Steve murmurs, eyes cutting to you

Your eyebrows widen at that, mouthing to ‘pass the phone’ to Steve who shakes his head at you. Growing impatient, and longing to see Sam, Bucky and Sarah you make a mental note to blame them for the scolding of a century as you reach and swipe the phone from Steve's lazy grip.

“Yeah, I don’t know Fury- HEY”

“This is Steve Rogers manager speaking, yes he can and will be there for the mission”

“Y/N” Fury replies, his voice lit with a hint of humour at your antics.

You wrestle to escape Steve's reflexes, luckily you're a teenage girl who wants something so you're obviously faster. You throw the same pillow Steve had thrown at you before in his face, running behind the couch with the phone tucked between your ear and shoulder, poking your tongue out at Steve.

“Hey Fury! How’s the wife and kids” You remark

“Who told you about my wife and kids”

“Oh Fury, think those confidential documents are safe from a certain Spider?”

“Goddamit Parker..” Fury mutters

You doge a flying pillow headed your way, Steve’s face growing red with frustration at you missing every hit. Super soldier my ass.

“Where’ll Steve be stationed?”

“Prague-wait, aren’t you twelve? I hate to say it but the soldiers right, you can’t just be left alone-”

“One word Fury. Louisiana, Beignets and a bird”

“That’s three words”

“Yeah well I ain't twelve but I didn’t correct you on that did I?”

“I’m an old man, Y/N” Fury replies gruffly

“I’m pretty sure you were in the hospital hallway at my birth..” You murmured

“How did you-?!” Fury replies

You're too busy skipping zig zag across the living room to escape the pieces of pizza, cushions and cd covers flying your way to hear him. You heard it once that it helps dodge bullets, and with the horsepower behind your own fathers arm, you think it matches.

“Makes sense anyways, there isn't a Wilson and Barnes without a Rogers nearby. You guys are like goddamn pack members” Fury replies “Let Steve know to be packed and ready by Sunday”

“Bye Fury” You giggle, swiping the red button before throwing the phone immediately at Steve who lunges for it.

Running to hide behind the first thing you see, you peek out from the forked leaves of a potted plant to see a very angry and very dishevelled Steve.

“Is now a good time to say I got a 90 on my science quiz?” You reply with a gulp

You’re smart enough not to run out the car seat the second Sam’s house comes into view, despite the itchiness festering in your bones driving though Louisiana and not being able to finally set your feet down onto it.

Steve called Sam the next morning, and you had already packed a suitcase of clothes and necessities a few days prior. You always felt healed after every road trip, and tuning out blues and Leon Bridges whilst driving through the country felt like a respite in itself.

As Steve pulls into the dirt drive way, you see Sam perches on the deck waving towards you both. You squeeze your hands into fists until he switches the ignition off, and then you are too. The car door springs open and you're rushing into Sam’s arms, giggling as he twirls you around till you're dizzy and sick.

“You’re Father has been keeping you from us” Sam says, shooting an accusatory dagger towards Steve who has begun to unload your belongings.

“Hello to you too Sam” Steve shouts from behind the open boot with a gruff voice.

Bucky’s booming voice makes its appearance before he does, rounding the corner of the back yard wiping grease off his hands onto a dirty old rag.

“If it isn’t Miss Rogers! Took ya long enough” He replies, pulling you into a tight protective hug whilst Steve sets your duffel bags on the porch edge.

Sam turns to Steve, pulling him into a hug as well, his hand slapping his back with a loud umph.

“Shame you couldn’t stay over here as well” Sam says

“Fury. Clint needs some help down in Nové Město” Steve says tiredly after embracing Bucky.

“When Duty calls” You reply

“Steve answers” Bucky and Sam say in unison.

“It wasn’t me this time” Steve points at you accusingly “The drive up here made me start regretting it enough. Lay off will ya”

“It was okay? We’ve been getting some Black bear sightings along Wood Lake” Sam replies

“We were all right. At least I won’t have a nagging buzz in my ear the drive back” Steve teases,

“Hey!” You reply, playfully pushing his shoulder.

“Don’t worry Y/N, You’re ours now. You no longer have to face that tyrant” Bucky chirps, pulling his hair back into a bun.

“And this tyrant” Steve shifts, looking down at his watch “needs to start heading back”

“Already? Can’t stay for lunch, Sarah’s making her seafood boil” Sam replies

Steve audibly groans, rocking on the balls of his feet as he shakes his head at the thought of missing out on Sarah Wilson's Louisiana renowned seafood.

“She is? Oh my god that better not be a lie Sam” You reply. Sarah’s cooking was like no other, you’ve been begging her to hurry up and make the next best selling cookbook.

“Yup, she's got me on shucking duty” Bucky says, feigning exasperation that held very thinly over the clear adoration Bucky had whenever he talked about Sarah.

You look towards Steve, and he raises his eyebrows as you both communicate silently. Bucky was head over heels in love with Sarah Wilson, it was getting annoying seeing them do this dance.

“Alright, time for goodbyes Kiddo” Steve replies after stifling the smirk that tugs at his mouth whilst he watches Bucky crane his neck at the sound of Sarah coming through the door.

“Steve Grant Rogers, you better not have thought of leaving without giving me a proper hello” Sarah calls, her dark coils pulled into a high bun that has begun to uncurl and frame her face.

“Tsk, Sarah. Of course I wouldn't leave before seeing the better Wilson.

“You got that right” Sarah chuckles, pulling Steve into a hug. Sam grumbles profanities under his breath as he rolls his eyes.

“Where are the boys?”

“Staying with a friend, did ya'll know something about this ‘hoverboard’ mess that's going around?” Sarah questions, exhaustion clear in her tone from dealing with two children wanting something.

“Could probably call Tony and he’d just make one for you” Steve replies with a chuckle at Sarah’s tone.

“Great idea soldier. Knew you were gonna leave early so I packed you a little somethin’ for the road” Sarah smirks, passing the tote bag on her shoulder that even you could smell had something decadent wrapped in careful parchment.

“Sarah Wilson, the woman you are” Steve replies, grasping the bag gingerly with a sigh as he peers into the wrapped dish.

“Ya can say that again” Bucky mutters softly under his breath, his hand coming up to scratch at the nape of his neck as Sarah shifts her gaze to him.

“Okay, I’ll admit it I’m gonna miss you oldie” You say, rocking n your feet as the feeling of separation begins to settle.

“Com ‘ere kid”

You quickly run into the open arms of Steve, blinking back tears as you lean your head on his broad shoulder. Rocking back and forth in his embrace Steve caresses your back tenderly.

“I’ll be back before you know it. We might even stay a bit longer when I do come back” Steve whispers in your ear.

You lift your head “Really? You mean that?” You whisper, as you meet his gaze, searching for any sign of a lie.

“When have I ever lied?”

“Well there was that one time you said you weren't scared of spiders..” You reply before Steve quickly cuts you off

“Okay that's enough”

You giggle, before Steve squeezes you in his arms. Shaking his head as you both part and he sets you back down.

“Never gets easier saying goodbye'' Steve replies, before moving to embrace Sam and Bucky, and placing a chaste kiss on Sarah's cheek before turning back to you.

“Now, call me before bed and in the morning, okay?” Steve replies, his tone morphing into an authoritarian lilt.

“Yep, and I'll text you some photos and videos throughout” You reply sweetly, as Steve nods along with unblinking eyes.

“What are you doing”

“I’m just taking a mental note of how you look exactly as I left you, and I will notice any piercings, hair changes and god forbid tattoos-”

“Okay, okay, just take a photo while you’re at it”

Steve shuffles on his feet, moving the back to his shoulder as he pulls out his phone

“Oh you aren’t actually-” You say, before the flash of Steve's camera cuts you off midway.

“Alright, I think I’m good to go” Steve replies, before nodding your playful punch on his shoulder.

You walk Steve to the car, hugging him goodbye again before Sam and Bucky exchange some information about something confidential, top secret, and definitely one you shouldn't listen in on.

But you do.

And it’s boring anyway.

The kitchen is bustling by mid afternoon, shells of craw fish and prawns scattered on the table counter and the dirty water of shelled oysters flowing down the edge of the grassy front lawn.

The smells of cajun seasoning and buttered corn leaves you asking Sarah when it's done every five minutes till she’s banishing you from the kitchen and sending you off with a lemonade.

You move through the littered toys and figurines AJ and Cass had left in their clear hurry to spend the night at a friend's and push the screen door open with your hip. Careful to not spill your drink, you take a seat on one of the rocking chairs on the porch with a sigh.

The sounds of the nearby pier docked with ships and fisherman makes its way even down the rocky dirt roads of Sam’s place, easy against the chirps and rustles of shrikes up above the oak and willow trees around the house.

You don't come to Louisiana to escape noise, life is all around you when you pay attention to it. New York is always awake, even at night- especially at night. Louisiana has a kind of hum that’s different, it feeds your soul.

Curling your feet underneath you, the screen door opens with a wack as Bucky stumbles onto the porch. The moisture of the beer drips down his fingers as he sits down on the adjacent chair to you.

“Sarah kick you out too?” You reply with a giggle as Bucky grumbles under his breath.

“I was just askin’ if we need to make this much food for four people..” Bucky replies, shaking his head with regret as he rests it on the back of the chair.

“Ooh rookie move mister” You reply teasingly, before Bucky cuts his eyes to you

“Oh and asking the equivalent of “are we there yet” is any better” Bucky banters, taking a swing of his beer before immediately grimacing.

“How’s you get Steve to agree to leave you for three weeks” Bucky starts, bringing his feet up to rest against the porch wooden fence.

“Oh I didn’t, Fury called and I just snatched the phone and told him he’d be there” You replied

“And you’re still breathing?!” Bucky replies incredulously

“I’m shocked by myself. But what about you?”

“Me? What about me?” Bucky replies with an eyebrow raised

“Are you staying in Louisiana indefinitely? Makes it a lot easier to convince Dad to move down here too” You continue

“I..I don't know. Maybe. Helping Sam out with the boat and everything has been good. Really good in fact. The people here aren't afraid of me..or this” Bucky points to the vibranium compartments of his arm.

“I wasn’t, I knew they wouldn't be too” You muse, smiling as Bucky looks up at you.

“Thanks kid. Finally starting to feel normal again, part of the community now I suppose. It’s weird, even back in Brooklyn i never felt so..a part of something before”

“Can’t just up and leave ‘em like I would’ve before. Especially when Sam needs my help”

“And Sarah” You add, hiding the smile behind a nonchalant nod.

“Yeah..Sarah” Bucky adds, his eyes glazing over as he leans back, eyes shifting to the towering tree leaves that cover half the sky.

You watch him carefully, seeing the way his leg jitters a little at the mere mention of Sarah, how so in love he is with her and you can’t help yourself anymore.

“You love her, don't you?” You murmur, as Bucky quickly swings his head to look at you.

“Hmp?”

“Sarah?” You inquire, raising your eyebrows with a smirk.

“I see the way you look at her, the way you both look at each other, and I’m here practically every summer break. Which is never”

Bucky’s face morphs from shock to realisation, sitting upright as he scratches at his dark overgrown hair.

“You think she looks at me? I mean, in that way?” Bucky asks after a pregnant pause, his voice quiet and filled with anxious shyness. He can’t even look at you, looking out into the rounding hills of the roads and houses ahead.

“I know she does. Let it be the teenage girl who can tell who is acting like two love sick high schoolers” You grin, as Bucky’s eyes twinkle, unable to hide the adoration and love about to burst through.

“Or let that Chef who came down from Chicago swept her off her feet..what was his name again?” You tease, wiggling your eyebrows as you take a sip of your melting lemonade.

“Easy now, Rogers” Bucky replies with a bark, jaw clenching at the thought of Sarah being with anyone else.

“Foods ready!” Sam calls out from the kitchen window and Bucky helps you up from your seat, tipping out the last of his drink onto the stepped on grass before you both make your way back inside.

The thick book raised high above your face does little to block out the midday sun, you’re lying on the dock, the wooden planks warm underneath your shirt as the ends of your hair dip into the lake’s surface.

It’s a quiet hidden sort of mystical place, off the side of Sarah’s house where practically nobody but the Wilson's and by extension now you and Bucky now know about. Sarah divulged memories of spending new years here with the boys and their father years before, how it seemed likes their own little getaway.

The yellowed pages of Bucky’s first edition Hobbit flick between your fingers as you fly through the adventures of Bilbo and the fantastical realm of Erebor. You notice AJ and Cass’s squeals and laughter suddenly silent, and for the first time since you had laid down you sit upright looking across the grassy field.

The boy’s frisbee you had lost many games to earlier is dashed to the side, and as you wipe lazy exhaustion from your eyes to see Sam pull out a notebook and pen on the rug. Dusting off the dirt from the dock, you make your way through the grassy foxgloved trail towards him.

“Where did everyone go?” You question, throwing the book onto the soft cushioned floor.

“Bucky and Sarah had to take the boys home, AJ somehow ended up hurting himself on grass. And before you ask no I don’t know how”

You giggle before plopping down on some cushions, stretching your arms out with a groan.

It’s easy to talk to Sam. About school, about New York, about life, everything.The unrelenting sun helps ease the discomfort of certain things sure, but Sam has always been your person.

“Whatcha doing?” You ask, looking at Sam scribble some things into the paper

“I like to write sometimes. Not for anyone else, just for myself. Can be about how I’m feeling some days, people I remember, hell even some poetry”

“I tried the whole journal taking thing, the counselor at school said it might be good since I don't have a “conventional family dynamic”. Psycho babble for, everyone you know and love have fought aliens in space and have the capability to take down a government.

“I mean, there was that one time the Quinjet dropped you off at school” Sam chuckled

“That was one time! And that was because Tony hates traffic” You add, shaking your head at the embarrassment of disembarking from a 30 feet aircraft that works as a spaceship.

“But it must be hard, ya know? Having to share your dad with the rest of the world”.

“Hm? Sarah’s boys share you with them too”

“Yeah, but you know it's different. Parents are meant to be plain, they’re meant to live through us. Imprint all their expectations and dreams onto us”

“Well, maybe you should start seein’ things at what they ‘could’ be, instead of what they're meant to be. Sure, I don't have the kind of Dad that comes from the office at 5pm and has days off. But I get..this. You and Bucky, Sarah and a damn Asgardian King as my family. My Dad spent his whole life fighting, showed me what having immovable morals and good character makes of you. Wouldn’t trade it for the world, makes you feel a lot safer when there's an inbuilt super hero team on speed dial too”

“Damn you Rogers and your century wisdom. You spent a couple decades in the ice too?”

“Haha, don't group me with that icicle.

Birds chirp and warm wind tussles the grass you lay on.

“Oh Louisiana"

“Nothing like it ey?”

“In the entire world. Get now why Steve never allowed me to stay longer than a week”

“Why’s that?” “Cause I'd never leave. I'd probably force him to retire and build a house with his bare hands across the road from you”.

Sam chuckles.

The sound of footsteps makes its way from the trail, and Bucky appears rounding the corner, his vibranium arm glinting in the sun.

“Do I hear the familiar crinkling of Guidry’s?” You shout out excitedly as Bucky raises the familiar peach coloured paper bag in the air

“Easy with the goods, Barnes” Sam calls out, before Bucky plops down next to you, ripping open the pastry bag to unveil the perfectly powdered beignets still warm.

“Told Elijah you had come down for a visit and he gave a little extra” Bucky says, before reaching for one of the pastries dusted in snow.

“Yeah…Steve was right” You reply, after groaning at the sweet and airy taste of the most perfect fluffy pastry you have ever tasted

“Bout what?” Sam and Bucky both say in unison mouths filled and faces covered in powdered sugar

“I’m never gonna leave” You giggle, wiping the sugar from your chin.

The sun makes its disembark down the coastline, as tunes of Etta Jones, Rockettes and Hozier murmur from Sam’s faded blue speaker. You fill your stomach on sugary beignets and sweet tea, leaving sticky fingerprints on card faces through hour long games of Euchre through the afternoon light.

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Hello, love! I miss you and daddies stucky. So what if their little really like being carried around but sometimes she’s insecure about her weight and think she’s too heavy for them. How would daddies handle that? Would they still carried her or rocking her to sleep? (Hope you’re doing fine, lots of love! 🥺❤️)

Hi there love! 💜

Ohh interesting idea, i really love it!!

But i hope it’s not how you feel tho, you’re absolutely beautiful the way you are, you were created perfectly and plans that life has for you is what you need to be. So who cares if you’re a little heavier than your friends or need to change your clothes because they are too small; you grew up, you change, your body change and it change with what you need.

Don’t ever forget, you are beauty, you are gorgeous and you are you no matter what happens

Lotsssss of love sweetie 💜

Enjoyyyy <333

*****

Warnings :

Parings : Daddies!Stucky ; Daddy!Bucky x Papa!Steve x Little!Reader

Summary :

Being carried around is the best thing on earth. You love your Daddies’s arms so of course being in them is just THE perfect spot for you.

You love how they envelope you with their arms, you love their sent, you love resting your head on their shoulders and the fact that they let you fall asleep on them and they just don’t mind it. They keep doing their things with you in their arms.

Every time you can you ask to just climb on them. They usually let you, they love when you do that.

For you, it’s the safest place in the world. Where you feel good, where you feel held, where you feel protect.

Protect from the world, protect from others, but not protect from yourself..

You know most people go through those kind of awful thought about themselves but you, you are the little girl of two superheroes, you shouldn’t feel that way, you’re protect by them, it shouldn’t happen.

And yet here you are

Feeling bad because you Papa had to put you back on the ground because he had to go take care of some heavy things. Are you too heavy to be in his arms even with heavy charges ?

Of course not, he just doesn’t want anything to fall on you because he had to hold everything in one hand. But that thought never crossed your mind, why would it ?

So you’re left alone on the ground of the hallway. Your daddy will soon come back from grocery shopping but it seems so far away for your right now.

Your head click up when you hear the door. A happy smile takes now over your frustrate one as you see your daddy stepping inside. He has lots of bag in his hands but you know for sure he wouldn’t mind to make you some space.

As you jump on he carefully wrap an arm around you so you won’t fall down ‘’well hello you’’ he chuckles at your excitement. It doesn’t even do 30 minutes that he lefts.

‘Welcome back home’’ you say squirming around to get comfy. He goes in the kitchen and put you back on your feet making you confused

‘’Wait baby, it’s too heavy’’ he growns as he drops you down carefully and quickly wraps both of his arms around the bags to drop them as well on the kitchen counter.

Your face fell, was he speaking about you ? You didn’t quit hear all his words because of the sounds made from the bags but you heard the essentials.. too heavy

He doesn’t hear you running upstairs, too busy organizing the kitchen.

Dinner time has arrived and you’re still in your room, looking in the mirror, trying your clothes to see if they still fit and asking Bucksy if your body has changed and if it hurt him when you sleep on him at night.

A gentle knock on your door make you turn around and you see your Papa walking in your room ‘’dinners ready, princess’’ he softly says.

As you get up, he gets ready to take in his arms like you usually ask but this time you walk past him and go downstairs.

It wasn’t for being rude or anything and your papa didn’t took it that way, it was just so he wouldn’t feel bad or like he has to.

Bucky saw the weird look on your papa’s face but didn’t question it, he would eventually when you wouldn’t be around. It can be anything like it can be nothing but it can still be a tropic from work and to protect you they never talk about work when you’re around.

‘’Alright time for a bath now’’ your Daddy says after doing the dishes. You really like what your Papa had made tonight for dinner and you enjoyed eating it but you hold yourself to take another portions.

‘’won’t need help’’ you murmur. You’re way too ashamed for one of them to see you naked.

Your daddy frowns at the same time as your papa. You love when they’re the one washing you, it’s always a playful time that they cherish with you and you just love their touches and attentions on you ‘but baby-

‘’is oki’’ you smile a little before going upstairs. They of course won’t let you take your bath alone. It’s not only because they love it that they do it but because it’s dangerous if none of them have an eye on you.

Your Daddy follows quickly behind you ‘hey what’s going on’’ he asks as he sees you taking your pyjamas

‘’Nothing’’ you mumble before trying to go into the bathroom. Your daddy grabs you by your waist before you’re able to do that and goes sit on your bed with you on his lap.

‘’Tell me what’s going on, beautiful’’ he gently says, caressing your forehead with his finger.

You look at him in the eyes for some times and end up hiding your face on his neck. He turns you around so that each of your knees are on each side of his legs and hold you close, feeling you starting your tremble.

You Papa take a seat next to the both of that and gently stroke your back. Both of them waiting and letting you getting it out.

‘’You don’t feel well today ?’’ Your Papa asks after some times

You shake your head, of course you don’t feel well but not how they imagine.

‘’Beautiful, you know you can talk to us, we’re here to listen to you’’ your daddy quietly says before dropping a kiss on tope of your head

You pull away taking deep breath to calm, still avoiding their eyes. Your Daddy’s hands fall on top of your naked feet who are beside his knees while your Papa’s take a hold of your hand, both of them softly stroking what they’re touching.

You’re scared to speak now because you’re scared they’ll feel bad and that’s not what you want

‘’Take the time you need baby but you need to tell us, don’t speak for us but do it for you, you will feel a lot better i promise’’

You whine but eventually speak ‘don’t want you to hold me anymore’’ you quietly say

‘’Why not ?’’ Your Daddy asks

‘’ ‘cause i too heavy and don’t want you to feel bad’’ you say, hiding your face. You hate being vulnerable.

Your daddies faces fall and they immediately understand what’s going on and what happened all day

‘’Oh baby’’ your Papa breathes out

‘’My love look at us’’ you do and your daddy keeps going ‘’baby do you know who we are ?’’ He smiles down at you ‘’we can hold a building with you little finger and won’t even feel it’’

Your eyes widen, is he comparing you to the weight of a building ?

‘No no keep that thought out of your mind, daddy didn’t mean to say it that way’’ your Papa quickly say after understanding your gaze ‘’he just meant that you could never be heavy to us, you are our little girl and you are perfect the way you are’’

‘’We love you for who you are and not for how you are’

‘’Yes’’ your papa agrees ‘’and you are not heavy, you are perfect’’

Your lips goes upside down as you try not to fall into tears

‘Okay how about,’’ your daddy looks at your papa before speaking again ‘’how about we skip bath tonight’’ he looks back at you ‘’I have the perfect idea to make you feel better’’

He stands up with you in his arms and start to rock you, murmuring soft melody and turning off the light of your room. Your Papa takes place with you take along with your daddy’s mouvement.

Gentle fingers are sliding down your nose, soft hands keep your feet warm by holding them, beautiful voices filled your ears with kind words and your anxiety slip away like dirt wit the soap.

Your eyes are too heavy to stay open and your mind is too sleepy to stay awake, taking you with her for a good sleep in your favorite arms.

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