#the moment tears start bruce folds like a wet paper towel

[were-wolverine]

first-time parent bruce, trying to scold 10 y/o dick: absolutely not. you’re grounded.

dick, well aware of this fact: *lip wobble and eyes well up*

bruce: wait no-

dick: *starts sobbing*

bruce: i’m sorry, it’s okay. you can do whatever you want. i’m so sorry

dick, hugging bruce and hiding his face: (:<

[kaiparker-avengerssmut]

Their Doll 12

Home again

B.Barnes x Stark!Reader, S.Rogers x Stark!Reader

series synopsis:  y/n Stark, all records of her non existent, and yet Hydra still find her. When she is kidnapped by a certain super-soldier and no one believes her, she finds herself searching for unexpected familiarity in her not-so-distant past.

Series Warnings: smut, violence, torture, swearing

Chapter Summary: y/n returns home

Warnings: steve almost cries, swearing maybe, kissing, mentions of violence and scars

A/n: The timeline in this has been altered, as there I things I wanted to include but I also wanted this fic to follow the storyline/timeline of Winter Soldier and Civil war.So for purposes of this fanfic, Peter Parker was discovered by Tony at a much younger age - when he was bitten - and has been an intern with him since, almost like a protégée.(For the purposes of this story Peter was bitten much younger too - more like when he was 9 or ten rather than 14/15)

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Steve was distraught. He sat completely still, head buried in his hands as his mind whirred. I string hand on his shoulder caused the man to look up, blue eyes meeting Tony's brown ones which were filled with sorrow and pity.

"I know you love her, but it's over Steve. They have her there's-" a crack in his voice made the billionaire pause, "there's nothing we can do this time."

"But I left her, Tony!" Steve shouted, standing up abruptly. "I could've saved her, and I didn't!" Steve's face was red, Tony's face taken aback. "She's your daughter and I didn't even save her..."

"Hey, stop." Tony snapped, pulling Steve's attention to him instantly. "I know she's my daughter but I also know that you love her enough that you wouldn't give up on her if you did t have too!" Tony wanted to shout, to scream at his friend.

"He's right, Steve. Well all know you love her." Nat smirked, arms crossed over her chest as she now leant in the doorway.

"How long have you been standing there?" Steve asked and Nat simply quirked a brow. Steve nodded and realised she'd most probably been there the entire time. "And how do you know...?"

"That your in love with y/n?" Nat clarified. Steve nodded. "It's obvious, Capsicle. You literally give her heart eyes whenever she's not looking and you always fidget when you're around her. But my favourite part," Nat pushed off the door frame, walking into the room, "is that you act like you hate her. I new you didn't have great experience with women, but I didn't know it was that bad." She remarked and Steve made to protest but was cut off.

"She's right, y'know. There's no way in hell a girl's gonna ask you out if you critique every last thing about her and give her the evil eyes every time she looks at you." Tony added, making Steve shut his mouth and stare at the ground again.

"B-but it's been weeks." Steve stuttered. "What's if she's... what if they killed her, Tony? I think that's on my. Her blood would be on my hands." He rambled, and Tony was about to reply when Bruce appeared at the door.

"You guys might want to come downstairs." He said quietly, and the three avengers already in the room looked at each other, confused. Steve quickly swiped the threatening tears from his eyes, him and Tony making their way down the stairs as fast as they could.

...

I burst through the doors, immediately met with the sight of Tony pointing to some papers the person next to him was holding and discussing something with them. My face broke out into the biggest smile, the sight of my dad after the hell I'd been through like a shelter from the rain.

I waved frantically, already breaking into a run towards him, his head snapping up at the wild movement and his face morphing into one of shock and relief, his arms held open.

"Lil?" His voice was full of concern as my arms wrapped around his neck when we collided, my legs wrapping around his waist and his hands finding their place on my back. "Oh my god, Lil, you scared us so much, scared me." He whispered into my hair, pulling back enough to cup my face in his hands. "It's you." I smiled.

I nodded my head furiously, burying my wet face into his shoulder, jumping down from the embrace.

"Lily?" The unsure voice from the edge of the room caught my attention, a grin spreading on his lips seeing me. I held back tears looking at him, my smile still wide. He walked towards me, enveloping me in a hug so tight it could crush a normal person. "I'm sorry. I'm so so sorry." He kept saying, his hand tangled in my hair.

I shook my head, sorrow filling my eyes as in stared at the man that had engulfed me with his body. He pulled back, looking sternly into my eyes.

"I know you think I hate you. But, I wouldn't wish what happened to you on anyone, Lily. Not even my worst enemy." Steve whispered, his eyes clouded with pity.

"Well that's new." Tony remarked seeing us hug, confusion lacing his tone. "Hey, kid, what's with the mute?" He pondered as I gave no verbal reply, Steve now looking deeply concerned for me too.

I sighed through my nose, pulling back the collar of the jacket to reveal the long, vermillion scar across my neck.

"You should go see the others, they'll be happy to know you're back." Tony said with a pitiful smile.

...

A million warm embraces later, tears shared and hearty laughs exchanged, I was just about ready to fall asleep and never wake up. I was about to excuse myself when someone tapped my shoulder. I turned to see Steve, a stoic expression on his face.

"Can we talk?" He asked, nodding his head towards the door. I nodded, following him out into the hallway. I laid my shoulder against the wall, observing Steve's constant pacing.

So what's up?

I quickly jotted down, handing the small electronic device Tony had retrieved for me to Steve, raising a brow. He stopped, looking me in the eye. He swallowed thickly, his Adam's apple bobbing.

"I can't tell you how sorry I am, I let him do that to you. It's my fault. I don't even know how to live with myself, I should've come looking for you, or-" I cut him off with a tap on the shoulder as I handed him the pad.

Cap, it's fine. I'm fine.

I stressed, writing in italics. The man read it with furrowed brows. cleared my throat before continuing.

I just don't know how long I can keep pretending to be happy, I just want to die.

I finally confessed, vision blurred and screen obscured with tears. A tear rolled down my cheek.

I don't know how to go on, every tome I close my eyes all I see him, what he did

My gaze averted from his as he read.

"Hey, hey. You're strong, you can do this. Let's go get you cleaned up." Steve suggested, looking at my through his lashes and placing a careful hand on my shoulder, which I flinched away from. I gulped.

Steve, there's a reason he let me go

I wrote down, finally meeting his gaze. His eyes were full of questions he didn't dare ask.

He let me go to send a message. He said that if we interfere with him again what happened to me will be child's play compared to what will happen.

His face dropped.

If a few days of torture is child's play, what does he have planned?

I asked, sobbing now.

"Lily, you were gone for three weeks." Steve added quietly, making me look up from where I'd been starting at the floor to meet his eyes. My eyes widened. Steve grimaced, nodding solemnly.

"Go have a shower, I'll grab you some fresh clothes and a towel. We'll talk more when you're feeling warmer and cleaner." He suggested again, and was met with a nod from me this time.

We reached my room, Steve holding the door opening for me and me giving a tiny smile that said 'thanks' as I walked in. I headed straight for the bathroom, taking my time in peeling the ripped tank top from my body and throwing the muddied shorts on the floor with them. Just then, the door opened, Steve walking in with a towel and some cloths folded on top. His eyes widened and he instantly apologised.

"Sorry, lily, I thought you'd be in the shower by now." But before he could walk out his eyes finally locked on me. His eyes raked over me, his eyes surveying my wrists, which were rubbed red-raw from chains and ropes; my neck, which was red and violently bruised; my bruised upper arms; my waist that was covered with finger-shaped bruises; my thighs, that were also bruised and finally my back that starred at him in the mirror. It was a mess of diagonal cuts, which were not longer bleeding but were still a blood red colour. I looked down at my feet nervously, feeling weird under his gaze.

"He did this to you?" Steve asked, tears in his eyes. I nodded, slowly looking back up at him. Before he could say anything else I cupped his face in my hands, smashing my lips to his in a kiss that conveyed everything I could never say out loud. After a moment, his hands reached for my face, returning the kiss. Our lips welded together, his tongue poking at my lower lip, begging for entrance that I granted. His tongue rolled over mine in languid stroked, soothing. I pulled back first, turning and pulling the shower curtain open. I climbed in, turning on the water and getting lost in the warmth and steam that swallowed me.

...

I walked out the bathroom, clad in one of Steve's T-shirt he grabbed for me, some shorts and fresh underwear. He must've noticed that I liked stealing Tony's shirts and given me one of his instead. Rubbing my hair dry with a towel, I dumped it on a near-by chair when my hair was only damp. Steve instantly stood from where he was sat on the edge of my bed when he saw me, looking at me with an unreadable expression.

I began writing, but before I could finish his lips were on mine and the little device was dropped to the floor. It was less desperate that the last time, more passionate and slow. It expressed everything we needed to say, and that was enough. My arms hooked around his neck, my fingers playing with the hairs at the base of his neck, whilst one of his tangled in my hair, the other resting on my cheek.

"You talk too much." He mumbled against my lips and we both let out a breath meant to be a laugh. "Too soon?" He asked before leaning in for another, our lips locking together. He pulled back and looked in my eyes, his hand running through my dampened hair.

He cleared his throat, stepping back from me, his gaze flitting from the door before landing back on me.

"I should go." He spoke, heading for the door. As he placed his hand on the door knob he froze at when I tapped on his broad back.

Don't.

The little device said. He had a hopeful look in his eyes.

Go. Don't go. Please.

I wrote , looking at him with pleading eyes. He nodded, walking back over to me.

I don't think I can be alone tonight.

I stated before climbing into my bed and patting the spot next to me. Steve hesitantly climes in beside me, laying behind me and draping his arm over my waist, pulling me into his firm chest. His body heat radiated over me and sleep soon took over as I sunk into him, his hand playing with my hair.

...

"Lil? Lily? Lily!" I shot up, panting hard and sweat covering my forehead. I slowly look to the side where Tony sat, a concerned look filling his eyes. My gaze looked at the door, where Steve stood, looking over me with what looked like fear, before going back to Tony. "Hey, kiddo, what happed?" He asked, stoking my hair. I swallowed thickly, breathing calmed down.

"You were restless, moving about in your sleep." Steve clarifies from the door, not wearing what he was before. He must've left after I fell asleep. I motioned for Tony to pass me the device which sat on the bedside table and he handed to to me.

I was back there. He was

I couldn't finish writing, the device falling from my shaking hand onto the duvet as I bit back tears, sinking into the embrace Tony held me in.

[mikrowrites]

all hail the magic man

•part nine-finale•

A month later...

Charlie tapped her foot on the tile, staring across the room. There was a cheesy poster, a smiling monkey with a cowboy hat. She furrowed her eyebrows at it, snapped out of her daze.

“Charlotte Greyson?”

Stephen had recommended Charlie go to therapy. She wasn’t a big fan of the idea, but only went knowing he’d know if she didn’t, and that was a can of worms Charlie would rather not open.

A few days after Tony’s funeral, Charlie hit a low. She couldn’t find the will to get out of bed, much less eat or do anything productive. Stephen was patient with her the first couple of days, leaving her alone as he saw fit, but once a couple days turned into a week, the concern grew between himself and Wong.

She hadn’t laughed. She hadn’t smiled. She just simply had no emotion around them.

They called it “Survivor’s Guilt”. Charlie called it “Incredibly Painful”.

“So, Charlotte-“ the therapist began.

“Charlie. Please.” Charlie mumbled.

The therapist smiled. “Charlie... my name is Dr. Valdez. You can call me Camilla, okay?”

Charlie nodded, her fingers rubbing the hem of the couch in nervousness.

“So, Charlie. Start from the beginning.”

So she told her story. A naive girl, raised in the Mystic Arts by two beautiful people, a kind and generous woman, and two caring men. Losing all of them. Tony and Steve came around for her but... they’re gone too. Charlie trying to help Thor, but the man losing himself.

The therapist nodded, silent when Charlie finished. The woman looked expectantly at her, Dr. Valdez finally opening her mouth. “You are so strong.”

Charlie scoffed. “If I’m strong why am I sitting here.”

“Strength is knowing when to accept help, and to persevere above hurt. You’ve done all of this, you are exceptionally strong.” Dr. Valdez smiled.

“I don’t feel like it.” Charlie muttered, looking down at her lap.

“You won’t.” Dr. Valdez sat forwards. “And it’ll be a while for the ache to go away. But it will. And you’ll be all the better for it.”

- - - - - -

Charlie woke up the next morning to the smell of something burning and the shear screech of an alarm.

She burst out of bed, running through the Sanctum until she reached the kitchen, where Wong was sitting at a table with his head in his hands and Stephen fanned the smoke detector with a towel. A burnt and shriveled something laid in a pan, smoking.

“What is happening?!” Charlie shouted through the alarm, Stephen turning to her with shock. The alarm finally died out, the man sighing while scratching his head.

“Well, ah... Wong and I-“

“Just you.” Wong grumbled.

“I, was trying to surprise you with birthday pancakes.” Stephen sighed, scraping the charred remains of batter into the trash.

Charlie was silent for a moment, taking in the scene before her.

Suddenly laughter bubbled up in her throat, the woman hunched over and gasping for breath. Wong immediately looked up, Stephen grinning.

“Oh my g—I think I’m dying—oh my—“ Charlie stuttered through laughter, Stephen and Wong chuckling as well.

The three opted to go to Denny’s instead, before they drove out to the temporary Avengers facility, where Charlie got to see Pepper, Sam, Rhodey, Bruce, Wanda, and Clint. They all spoiled her (though she adamantly has requested that they not) and threw a large party.

Charlie was drinking a beer with Sam and Rhodey (it’s not illegal unless you get caught), animatedly talking about some topic when Pepper approached Stephen, who stood leaning against a wall farther away.

“She’s doing so much better.” Pepper observed.

“Yeah. She really is.” Stephen murmured. “She started therapy yesterday, is starting daily medication next week. She’s doing the work.”

Pepper hummed, pulling something out of her bag and handing it to Stephen. It was a messily wrapped gift (it was Dora the Explorer wrapping paper) with an envelope taped to it. Stephen’s eyes widened as he read the words “Wizard Girl” in familiar script.

The ginger smiled. “He had it for her months ago. I added something else and Morgan wrapped it. Give it to her when she gets home.”

Stephen nodded, pulling Pepper into a hug before shaking his head.

Hours later Stephen and Charlie arrived back to the Sanctum. Charlie stretched out her arms, smiling at Stephen. “Well, it’s been a great 20th. I’m probably gonna head to bed now. Thank you, Stephen for everything.”

“Of course.” Stephen smiled, pulling out the gift. “Here’s one last gift for you. Goodnight, Charlotte.”

Charlie took it, her breath catching seeing the envelope. She walked carefully to her room, shutting the door and sitting on the bed. She stared at the gift for a moment before carefully unwrapping the paper and opening the box.

Charlie let out a wet laugh. She brought a mug out of the box, which read “FUCKING AWESOME WIZARD”, the girl fondly smiling at it. She set it aside carefully, opening the envelope and pulling out a letter, carefully unfolding it. Charlie furrowed her eyebrows in confusion when she read the letter was written days before Tony’s death.

Charlie,

I’m really bad at writing letters. Really fucking bad at it. But I’m giving it a shot. Just for you, kid. I decided to do this on a whim for your birthday gift. So bear with me.

I’m proud of you, kid. After all that’s happened, so many of us have been lost in our hurt, but you made lemons out of lemonade lemonade when given lemons. Seeing you live your life to help those who need is something that truly shows how great you are, Charlie.

You have a good heart. Never let your heart grow cold. I know firsthand what that does to people. God, I hope it never happens to you. I can foresee a bright future for you, kid. And you’re a wizard, so I hope you can see it too.

You’re going to tease me for this letter later, that’s fine I’ll indulge it. But remember, a year ago, when you said I helped you feel like I was your father? You helped me see I was doing right by Morgan, and right by you. Call me, I’m always willing to be your dad for you.

Happy 20th Birthday, Charlie. Stop growing up or I’m calling the cops. And keep being so goddamn talented. You know what they say, all hail the magic man. (Or woman, I suppose)

Yours Truly and Incredibly Handsomely,

Tony

P.S. Enjoy your mug! oo

Charlie wiped the tears from her eyes, running her dry thumb across Tony’s name. She folded the letter, placing it carefully back into the envelope and sliding it into her favorite book. Charlie set the mug on her desk, before stopping and looking out her window.

She smiled, winking at the sky. “Thanks Tony.”

Death is cold and suffocating. It leaves rivers dry and flowers wilted, your whole body aching.

It can waltz around you, stealing away all your love and everything you know, and spare you as an even crueler joke.

But Charlie drifted to sleep that night, with a new strength encasing her heart, willing her to keep going. For Stephen, for Wong, for everyone.

Death had stared Charlie in the face before.

And she said no.

- - - - - -

A/N: Thank you for reading this series! I’ll definitely continue it once the Doctor Strange sequel comes out, but for now that’s a wrap! Thank you so much again, lovelies xx

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