#tony stark x daughter!reader fanfic

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To mend and break 8

Tony Stark made sure to keep his kids out of the limelight when he was granted custody of them after their mother’s death. The world knew very little of the Stark twins and Tony wanted to keep it that way. For the most part they knew one was a genius and the other was daddy’s spoiled princess. But when Tony starts acting out of control , the twins are thrown in the middle of the crossfire , allowing the world to really see them. They now have to make a choice that will change their lives forever.

Pairings: Tony Stark x (FAB21+)Daughter!Reader x Son!OC

Unknown Location

Your hands gripped at the arm rests. Your eyes were open but you couldn't see a thing; your eyes were covered with something. And although you could not see anything around you, you had this strange feeling like you've been here before.

There was a variety of machines beeping around you; but you were almost positive you were not in a hospital. You could also hear people walking around you but they hardly said a word. Then a cold chill ran up your spine as a set of heavy doors opened somewhere around you.

The people around you all greeted whoever had entered, but you didn't recognize what language they were speaking. Her heels, you assumed was a woman, clicked across the floor as they approached you. The hairs on your arms stood up when she sat beside you; like your body just knew where she was even though you couldn't see them.

A woman's voice called your name. But it wasn't your name. Not what you were called here on Earth. You felt her hand on your forehead, then she caressed over your hair and down to your shoulder, where she rested her hand.

Tears streamed down your face. You only knew they had, because she had reached over and wiped it away. Then she spoke again. Even though she was speaking a foreign language you still somehow understood what she was saying. You began to sob.

Then you felt something get placed around your head. She grabbed your hand and gave it a squeeze.

"You're our only hope." She said.

****

You gasped, suddenly choking on something. You brought your hands up and pulled out the tube that was shoved down your throat.

"Agents! I need assistance in here!" Someone yelled. They rushed over to you, attempting to restrain your hands as you pulled at the IVs shoved in your skin. "Miss Stark. Please clam down."

Still unaware of what was going around you or to you, you shoved the person back. Instead they didn't get pushed back by you; they got blasted back. You stared at your own hands in shock.

You looked around the room. A hospital room. But you were different; you felt different. Maybe it wasn't a hospital.

Were you kidnapped? What happened after Ivan Vanko? Where was he?

So many questions raced through your head. Wherever you were, you needed to get out. You needed to escape.

You made sure you weren't connected to anything anymore before running out of the room. As you abruptly exit your hospital room, the staff in the hallways looked to you, startled. One of the nurses behind the desks, held a phone up to her ear, and then over the speakers announced..

"Security. Hospital wing. We have a runner."

Your body processed the words faster than your mind did and you sprinted off down the hall. You had no idea where you were going but you ran. Until you were stopped by a group of men, inside an elevator with their guns pointed at you.

Assuming they were going to shoot at you right away, you held your hands up to shield yourself. And again, a blast released itself from your hands, causing the men to dodge out of the way. You stared down at your palms.

"All units, she is armed." You heard them yell.

You walked back slowly, stunned by what you had done. You ran back down the hall and frantically began looking for another exit. They stopped you at every corner, until finally they had you in a corner. You looked at the wall, panicked.

"Miss Stark." You recognized Rumlow's voice right away. You turned around and saw him standing just at the end of the hall with his hands and weapon up in the air. "I'm not going to hurt you alright." He tells you. "I'm walking towards her, hold your fire." He tells his men.

"Stop." You tell him, holding your hand out hoping to blast them all away. But nothing happened. "Stop right there!" You yelled again this time pushing your hand out but again nothing happened.

"What did you do to me? Where the hell am I?"

"I'm not here to hurt you." he tells you as he walks closer. "Just come with me." he says calmly. "I promise, I'll make sure you're safe." He's now a couple feet away from you, and stays there.

You look at him and back at the the group of armed men. You didn't trust him. He could be lying. But somehow, you just knew, right now, he wasn’t lying.

You stared at Brock. You inhaled a breath and nodded. You took one step forward and suddenly...

"Shots fired!"

"No!" Rumlow yelled at the same time he lunged at you.

A series of bullets rang through the air. Your hands were up and your back hit the hard cold floor. You laid there silently. Rumlow looked down at you. You stared at him with just as much confusion. As he got to his feet, you sat up.

The bullets were frozen in mid air. Everyone stared in shock. Rumlow approached the frozen bullets, then looked back at you. Realizing your hands were still up, you dropped them; at the same time the bullets fell to the floor with a series of clinks.

Your name is called out as your brother pushes through the group of men. He's in front of you, holding your shoulders and examining your person. "Are you hurt?" He asks you as he examines your person. When he didn’t see any injuries on you, he whipped his head around and stared at the other men. “Who the hell fired?” He asked.

The men stared at one another, until one of them stepped forward and confessed. Anthony left your side to approach the man.

“You alright?” Brock asks you. You turn your head to face as he walks into your view.

You nod. You were still a little bit shaken up, but now that your brother was here you weren’t as frightened. “Where am I?” You asked, though you were certain now where you could have been.

“SHIELD HQ.” Fury announced as he made his way through the agents. He stopped just beside your brother, “we need to talk.” He tells you. “Now.”

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You looked at yourself in the mirror. Unfortunately for you, they couldn’t provide you with your own clothing. All they could offer was a pair of SHIELD sweatpants and T-shirt. Before you put them on, you examined your body. The tiny punctures on your skin from the IVs were healed. If they did something to you, you wouldn’t know.

You took a closer look at your reflection. There was something different about you, but you weren’t sure what. You looked closer, your hand coming up to trace your neck.

Your necklace was missing. The necklace you had since you were a baby was no longer on you.

There was a knock on the bathroom door and them your brother’s voice came from the other side of the door. “You can’t hide in there forever.” He told you.

You slipped on the clothes and walked over to the door to open it, angrily. “I could have.”

***

Your dad was already on his feet when you entered the giant office. He noticed you walk in after your brother and let out a sigh of relief. He walked over to you, meeting you halfway, and embraced you in a tight hug.

You were nervous at first, but as soon as you felt his arms around you, you relaxed. He kissed your temple and hugged you tighter.

After a moment you finally let go. “What are we doing here?”

“Let’s find out.” The two of you walked over to the furniture in the middle of the room to sit.

Anthony and Fury sat across from you and your dad. Your brother handed each of you a thin manila folder with a giant classified stamped over it. Your dad grabbed it first and opened it.

"Somethings happened to you." Your brother tells you. "We have no idea what exactly. And given what happened out there, it seems to have altered something in you."

Your heart skipped a beat in your chest. You were suddenly nervous.

Tony slapped the manila folder on the coffee table. "No." he stated.

"What? No what?" You asked. You grabbed the manila folder and opened to see what had gotten him so upset. It was a consent form.

"We need to run tests." He told you but you had already read through the whole thing. "We just need your permission to--,"

"Use me as a lab rat?" You asked him. You weren't angry, not yet. "You said we."

"Yeah. As in SHIELD." He awkwardly looks back at Fury. "I work for SHIELD. Have been for a while."

You sat back in the chair, and exhaled a huff of disbelief. "You do realize what they're asking of me right?"

"It's not them." He admits. "It's me. This is my idea. This is how I can help you."

"Bull. Shit." You enunciate. "You never brought this up before.."

"You didn't shoot energy blasts from your hands before." He tells you. There was a short moment of silence. "I know you're scared, but i'm going to be with you."

"That's so comforting." You rolled your eyes. "Thanks but no thanks." You placed the folder back on the coffee table. "Can I go now?"

Fury bulged his eye at you. "I can't just let you walk out of here." He tells you. "Do you know how many of my men you put in the hospital wing earlier? And you think I'm just going to let you go home?"

"They were pointing their guns at me." You defended yourself. "And I didn't know that was going to happen. It was an accident."

"Which makes you a danger to yourself and to those around you." He sat closer to the edge of the couch and leaned in to rest his elbows on his knees. "The consent was just a formality. Because i'm nice like that." He says.

"I am not obligated to get your consent. If I see you as a threat, I have every right to figure out ways to neutralize that threat. Are you a threat?" He asked expectantly.

You looked at your brother. He glanced down at the manila folder on the table, making it clear what he wanted you to do. You turned your head to look at your dad. He had his hand over his mouth and his sunglasses on, but he was facing in the direction of your brother. His silence was not comforting or even helpful.

You sighed. "No." You finally answered Fury. You opened the manila folder again. You grabbed the pen from your brother and signed your name on the line.

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You didn't react when the needle pierced your skin.

Anthony glanced up at you. He attached a collection tube to the vacutainer. "What should I apologize first, huh?" He asks you. He waits a short moment but you don't answer. "Silent treatment. Real mature, Y/N." He rolls his eyes.

He removes the tube and attaches a new one. "Just so you know I asked to oversee this operation." He tells you. "I figured it'd be better. I know you trust me."

"Oh," you drawled, "my hero." You spat. "That doesn't make any of this better. I always thought you'd be above this."

"Above what?" He was annoyed now, but he kept his tone neutral.

You shook your head at him. "Forget it. Just finish up so I can go home."

“You brought it up. Tell me.” He pushes. “Above what?”

“Human testing.” You replied. “You don’t know what they could do to me. Or with my blood. This could end up horrible. Like what happened with dad’s weapons.”

"It won’t. I promise." He tells you. He attaches another tube. "This is the last one."

"One more thing. You can't control whatever happened to you. We can't risk you having another 'accident'." He removes the tube and slides the needle out of your skin. "We're sending you to a safe house."

"That wasn't part of the deal."

"Yes. It was." he tells you. He peels the gloves off his hands and tosses them in the garbage under the counter. "You just didn't read it all the way through. Until we figure out whats going on with you, you're subjected to isolation." He turns his back to you as he inverts the tube samples that he had laid on top of the counter.

"I know you think this is unfair. But this is the best deal you're going to get. You're lucky they didn't throw you in jail--" he turned to face you. He stumbled back, tripping over his feet and falling to the floor.

He blinked a couple times, processing what just happened. Gradually he began to feel a sharp pain in the center of his face. He brings his hands up to feel his nose and winces at the soft touch. He pulls his hand back and notices blood on the tips of his fingers. "Did you just punch me?"

"I did." You rub your knuckles. "And it felt great."

You leave him on the floor as you exit the room. Rumlow was in hallway with a few other men. You figured they were waiting for you, and walked up to Rumlow.

"Miss Stark." He greeted you. "We're escorting you to the safe house. We can head out whenever you're ready, if you want to say your goodbyes...."

"No." You cut him off. "I'm ready to go."

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bridges to burn | prologue

Summary: You arrive at the Avengers Compound to manage your uncontrollable Extremis powers. As you navigated the new environment, you clash with your assigned babysitter/bodyguard, Bucky Barnes.

Warning: MCU Spoilers. Iron Man 3. Intense Emotional Conflict. Superpowers and Uncontrollable Abilities. Parental Concern and Pressure. Family Tension. Emotional and Physical Heat.

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Touching down at the Avengers Compound, the Quinjet’s engines hummed softly as they powered down. You stepped off the lowering ramp and took in the sprawling complex. The building was an impressive blend of sleek modern design and cutting-edge technology, lush greenery surrounded the wide-open spaces. The peaceful landscape contrasted against the bustling chaos of the city, where you spent most of your life. 

Your dad, Tony Stark, stood waiting for you near the entrance, concern, and determination etched across his aging features. The familiar scent of motor oil and cologne filled your senses as he enveloped you in a quick hug. His grip around you was firm, silently reassuring you that he was there for you. 

“Welcome home, kid,” he said, a small smile tugging at his lips. However, his eyes revealed the worry he had tried to mask. “Come on, let me show you around.” 

Following him through the compound, you passed training rooms that were filled with state-of-the-art equipment, common areas where you caught glimpses of some familiar faces, and the impressive hangar with various vehicles and aircraft. The building buzzed with activity, yet there was still a sense of order and purpose. 

Finally, you reached Tony’s sanctuary, his lab. The place you knew he felt most at home. You marveled at the array of gadgets and projects scattered around, as you followed his gesture for you to step in. Screens displayed holographic schematics, while robotic arms moved with precision, a new creation being assembled. The faint hum of machinery was a comforting backdrop. 

“And, this is where the magic happens,” Tony said, pride touching his voice. Watching you take it all in, his lips played a small smile. “But, before you get too comfortable, there’s something we need to talk about.” 

Raising your eyebrow suspiciously, you waited for him to continue. Looking uncharacteristically nervous, he ran a hand through his hair. 

“I know things have been… rough since the incident,” he began, trying carefully to choose his words. He leaned against a workbench, fixing his gaze on a point somewhere behind you, crossing his arms over his chest. “And, I know you’re struggling to control the Extremis,” he trailed off, pausing before he continued, “but, we can’t have another accident like that. Not again.” 

The memory of the uncontrollable heat coursing through your veins caused you to flinch. The sight of the flames, the smell of burning wood, the panic in the firefighter’s voice as they tried to contain the damage. Since it saved your life as a child, you lived with the Extremis virus. Your mother, Maya Hansen’s legacy, turned you into a ticking time bomb. 

“I know, Dad,” you sighed, shifting your weight from one foot to the other. “I’ll do better.” 

Shaking his head, Tony pushed off the workbench and stepped closer to you. “It’s not about doing better. It’s about getting help. Which is why I’ve arranged for someone to keep an eye on you.” 

The door to the lab opened, snapping your attention away from your dad before you could protest. And in walked, Bucky Barnes– The Winter Soldier. You had seen him in action and heard the ghost stories, but meeting him in person… that was different. He was imposing, a steely gaze seemingly assessing every detail of the room, and you. As he approached, his movements were fluid, almost predatory.

“Tin-Man, this is my daughter,” Tony spoke as he gestured toward you. “She’s going to be staying here for a while. And… you’re going to be looking out for her.” 

Bucky’s eyes narrowed slightly toward you, and you could see in his piercing gaze that he was as thrilled about this arrangement as you were. “I was expecting a kid,” he said bluntly, a hint of annoyance carrying in his voice. Crossing his arms over his chest, the metal of his arm caught against the light. 

“No, I’m not a kid,” you snap back, matching his posture. “And, I don’t need a glorified babysitter. Unless,” you paused, shoot Bucky a playful smirk. “You’re here to tuck me in and read me a bedtime story?” 

Tony stepped between you, holding up a hand to forestall any pending argument. “Easy, both of you. This isn’t up for debate. Barnes’ here to help, whether you like it or not.” 

You glare at Bucky, who returns the look with an equal intensity. “Fantastic,” you said, your voice dripped with sarcasm. “My very own bodyguard, don’t expect me to make this easy for you.”

Smirking, Bucky’s eyes filled with amusement almost as if he was accepting a challenge. “Wouldn’t dream of it, Princess.” 

“Don’t call me that,” you snap, your iris’ blazed with anger, a burning orange glow. 

His smirk never faltered. “Whatever you say… Princess.” 

Watching the exchange, Tony’s expression changed to one of concern and exasperation. His face, usually composed, now showed signs of strained patience. Rubbing a hand over his face, he tried to stifle a sigh. “Alright, both of you,” he injects, his voice filled with frustration. “This isn’t a battlefield. Can we at least try to keep it professional?” 

You took a glance at Tony, then back at Bucky, who still had a smirk plastered across his face, enjoying the friction. Tony continued, his tone firm but weary. “I get that you two won’t see eye to eye, but let’s keep the drama to a minimum. We’re here to make sure things don’t  go up in flames, literally.” 

Squaring off with Bucky, you took another step closer. The heat between you both was almost tangible. “I mean it, Winter Soldier. I’m not some dame in distress that you get to boss around.” 

Leaning in, his voice was a low, taunting whisper. “And I’m not some nanny here to hold your hand.” 

The tension crackled between you, and you noticed how his eyes were cold and calculating, with a flicker of something else– something that mirrored the heat in your own. You weren’t sure if it was anger or something more, but whatever it was, made your heart race. 

“Good,” you retorted, sarcasm stayed laced within your words. “I wouldn’t want you thinking you could handle me.” 

His eyes locked with yours, his smirking only growing. “Trust me, Princess, I can handle anything you throw at me.” 

Scoffing, you rolled your eyes, yet you couldn’t help but feel the thrill of his challenge rush through you. “We’ll see about that.” 

As you turned to leave, you felt his gaze burning into your back. This wasn’t over– far from it. And somehow, the thought of that excited you as much as it infuriated you.

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BRAT TAMER— dark! bucky barnes x brat! stark! reader

WARNINGS: alcohol, suggestive scenes, age gap, power imbalance, brat behaviour, dark themes, tramp stamp, harassment, swearing, SMUT.

MINORS DNI

You knew exactly what you were doing.

The moment you stepped into the Avengers Tower, heels clicking against the pristine marble floors, every pair of eyes flicked to you. Not that you cared. In fact, you reveled in it. The attention. The annoyance. The way your father, Tony Stark, ran a hand down his face the second he saw your outfit—if it could even be called that.

A tiny crop top, barely-there shorts, and heels that made your legs look like they went on forever.

“Jesus Christ,” Tony muttered under his breath.

You smirked, flicking your hair over your shoulder as you waltzed past him like you owned the place. “Daddy, that’s not a very warm welcome,” you pouted. “I thought you’d be happy to see me.���

Tony exhaled sharply, rubbing his temples. “Do you ever dress appropriately? Just once?”

You scoffed. “What’s the fun in that?”

Truthfully, you liked pushing his buttons. You’d been doing it for years, and it never got old. Tony Stark, billionaire genius, could handle aliens, mad scientists, and world-ending threats—but his own daughter? A nightmare in designer heels.

“Where’s Morgan?” you asked, though you didn’t really care.

“In her room. And don’t—”

Too late. You were already walking in that direction.

Tony sighed, shooting a look at Steve and Bucky, who had been watching the interaction silently. “I don’t know what to do with her.”

Bucky’s stare lingered as you disappeared down the hallway. You had that effect on people—especially men. And you knew it.

Morgan adored you.

Which was the problem.

She was ten, all wide eyes and admiration, soaking up every little thing you did like a sponge. And Tony? He hated it.

You sat on her bed, lazily scrolling through your phone as she rattled on about school, her friends, some dumb science project Tony was helping her with. You weren’t really listening.

“Can I do my hair like yours?” Morgan asked suddenly, eyes shining with hope.

You smirked. “You wanna be like me, huh?”

She nodded enthusiastically.

Tony’s voice cut through the room like a blade. “No, she doesn’t.”

You looked up to find him standing in the doorway, arms crossed. “Morgan, go get ready for dinner,” he said firmly.

Morgan hesitated, looking between the two of you before reluctantly nodding and slipping out of the room.

You raised an eyebrow. “Really? That’s the influence you don’t want?”

Tony stepped inside, lowering his voice. “I mean it, Y/N. She looks up to you. I won’t let you screw her up.”

You rolled your eyes. “Relax, Dad. I’m not telling her to go rob a bank.”

“No, but you are showing up dressed like that,” he shot back. “Parading around like you have no responsibilities, blowing through money like it’s endless—”

“Isn’t it?” you cut in, smirking.

Tony pinched the bridge of his nose. “Jesus, kid. I don’t know what to do with you.”

“Nothing,” you said simply, standing up and stretching, the hem of your top riding up just to be provocative. “Because I don’t live under your roof anymore, remember?”

You walked past him, brushing against his shoulder as you left.

And just like that, you were gone.

Later that night, Bucky found you at the bar.

You were perched on a stool, sipping a martini, legs crossed, eyes scanning the room like a predator looking for prey.

He slid onto the stool beside you, silent at first. You noticed him, of course. How could you not? He was hard to ignore—tall, broad, that metal arm glinting under the dim lights.

“Well, well,” you mused, tilting your head. “Didn’t take you for a bar kind of guy.”

Bucky shrugged, eyes flickering over your outfit. “Didn’t take you for the kind of girl who needs attention to survive.”

You grinned. “Oh, but I do. What’s life without a little fun?”

“Fun,” Bucky repeated, tone unreadable. “That what you’re looking for?”

You leaned in slightly, resting your elbow on the bar, chin propped in your hand. “Depends. You offering?”

His jaw tensed. You were pushing. Flirting. Teasing. And you knew it was working.

“You think this is a game?” he asked, voice low.

You smirked. “Isn’t it?”

Bucky exhaled through his nose, shaking his head slightly. “Careful, sweetheart.”

You arched a brow. “Or what?”

He didn’t answer. Just took a sip of his drink, eyes lingering on you.

Breaking the Brat

Part Two

Pairing: Dark!Bucky Barnes x Stark!Brat!Reader

Warnings: Dark themes, age gap, manipulation, power imbalance, bratty behavior, suggestive themes. Slow burn.

Bucky didn’t play your game.

That was the first thing that set him apart from the others.

Most men—especially the older ones—were predictable. Easy to manipulate. A bat of your lashes, a sultry smile, a teasing touch, and they’d trip over themselves to get what you wanted.

But Bucky? He saw right through it.

And that? That made you want to play even more.

“Not much of a talker, huh?” You leaned in, close enough that your perfume lingered between you. “That’s okay. I like a challenge.”

Bucky glanced at you, unimpressed. “You really think you’re a challenge?”

You pouted. “Aw, that’s cute. You think I’m easy?”

He huffed out a quiet laugh. “I think you’re loud. And desperate for attention.”

Your smirk didn’t falter. “And yet, here you are, giving it to me.”

Bucky didn’t answer. He just took another sip of his drink, jaw tight.

That’s what intrigued you the most.

He wanted to say something. Wanted to snap, to put you in your place. You could see it in his eyes. The restraint. The discipline. It was a game of tug-of-war, and you were determined to win.

“So, tell me,” you mused, twirling the olive in your martini between your fingers. “What does a guy like you do for fun?”

Bucky didn’t blink. “Nothing you’d survive.”

A thrill shot through you.

“You don’t know what I can handle,” you said, licking the martini off your lips.

His gaze flickered there, just for a second. A small victory.

Then, he downed the rest of his drink and stood.

“Go home, kid.”

Kid.

The word sent a rush of irritation through you.

You weren’t a kid. You were a woman. A woman who could make grown men fall at her feet. A woman who could ruin a man if she wanted to.

And yet, Bucky Barnes just brushed you off like an inconvenience.

How dare he?

You watched him walk away, the muscles in his back flexing under his shirt. He didn’t turn around. Didn’t give you the satisfaction.

For the first time in a long time, you felt something foreign settle in your chest.

Frustration.

The next few weeks were fun.

For you, anyway.

You pushed. Bucky ignored. You flirted. He scoffed. You touched, teased, invaded his space—nothing.

He was a wall. Unshakable. Unmoved.

It only made you worse.

You made sure to wear the shortest skirts when you knew he was around. The highest heels. The tightest tops. You batted your lashes, brushed your fingers against his arm, pressed close to whisper things that weren’t exactly appropriate.

Still, nothing.

But you weren’t an amateur at this game.

Men had limits. And you were going to find his.

Tony had given up on you. Or at least, that’s what it felt like.

“Y/N, I swear to God,” he groaned, rubbing his temples as you scrolled through your phone.

“What now?” You didn’t bother looking up.

“You know exactly what. Do I need to spell it out? The credit card charges. The tabloids. The—” He exhaled sharply, dragging a hand down his face. “The fucking tramp stamp!”

You smirked, tilting your head. “You like it?”

Tony clenched his jaw. “You got it two hours after I told you not to.”

“Your point?”

He muttered something under his breath before shaking his head. “I don’t know what to do with you, kid.”

Your smirk faltered. There it was again. Kid. First Bucky, now Tony. You weren’t a child.

And you were going to prove it.

That night, you went too far.

And that’s exactly what you wanted.

The compound was quiet. Late. Most of the team had turned in for the night, but you knew Bucky was still awake.

You found him in the gym. Alone.

He was mid-rep, lifting weights that made your arms ache just looking at them.

You leaned against the doorway, watching, a slow smirk tugging at your lips.

“Wow,” you drawled. “Those arms could do some damage.”

Bucky didn’t stop. Didn’t acknowledge you.

You stepped inside, the sound of your heels clicking against the floor.

Nothing.

You let out a dramatic sigh, strutting over to where he stood. “Ignoring me again? Starting to think you don’t like me, Barnes.”

He finished his set, setting the weights down with a quiet thud.

Still, he didn’t look at you.

You stepped closer, trailing a manicured nail down his metal arm. “I bet you could wrap this around my throat and snap it like a twig.”

That got him. Bucky’s head snapped toward you, eyes dark.

Oh, that was satisfying.

“You wanna test that theory?” His voice was low. Dangerous. A shiver ran through you. You weren’t stupid. You knew when you were poking a bear. But that was half the fun.

“I dunno,” you mused, pressing closer. “Might be fun.”

Bucky exhaled slowly. You could practically see him forcing himself to relax.

Then, he turned and walked away. Just like that. No reaction. No anger. No fire.

It was… disappointing. Until he spoke.

“You should be careful, Y/N.” You frowned. “Of what?”

Bucky stopped at the door, back still to you. “Of what happens when I finally stop holding back.” Then, he was gone.

You stood there for a long moment, staring after him. And for the first time, your smirk faded. Because for the first time, you wondered… Had you finally pushed too far?

It had been a week since Bucky’s warning. A week of silence.

You were used to attention—hell, you craved it—but this was different. The absence of Bucky’s usual snarky responses, his cold stares, his barely-contained tension—it was unsettling. You found yourself looking for him more than you cared to admit. You’d cornered Tony about it. “Where’s Bucky? He’s been MIA.”

Tony didn’t even look up from his work. “I don’t know. Probably avoiding you.”

“Really?” you asked, leaning against the counter. “You think so?”

Tony finally glanced up, his eyes tired but sharp. “Look, kid. I get it. He’s a good guy, but I’m not letting you run around playing your little games with him. Bucky’s not your usual prey.”

You scowled, crossing your arms. “I’m not a damn animal, Dad.” Tony didn’t flinch. “You sure about that?”

Two nights later, you decided to take matters into your own hands.

The Tower was dark, quiet—everyone else was either gone or asleep. You knew Bucky would be up, alone, in the gym. He was predictable like that.

You stood in front of your mirror, inspecting yourself.

A tight black leather jacket, a low-cut tank top that barely covered your chest, and black ripped jeans. Nothing too out there, but enough to make a statement.

Perfect.

You made your way down the long hallway, heels tapping softly on the floors, feeling the familiar rush of power as you approached the gym.

And there he was.

Bucky was lifting weights, his movements precise and fluid, his concentration unwavering. He hadn’t noticed you yet, so you took the chance to observe.

He was different tonight. His body was tense, his jaw set as he worked through each set like a machine. But it was more than that. There was something in his eyes—something predatory.

And it made you want to push him.

You sauntered into the room, your presence noticeable, but Bucky didn’t look up. He kept going, each lift smoother than the last, each breath steady and controlled.

It was like you weren’t even there.

You didn’t like that.

“Why so serious?” you purred, stepping closer, your voice dripping with a flirtation you didn’t bother to hide.

Bucky paused for a moment, finally glancing at you. But he didn’t respond.

You took it as a challenge.

“You know,” you continued, sliding your hands down your sides provocatively, “if you need some motivation, I could give you a reason to work a little harder.”

Bucky didn’t move. He just stared at you, his gaze unreadable.

“Come on, Barnes,” you cooed, moving closer, your breath warm against the cool air of the gym. “What’s it going to take to get a rise out of you?”

This time, he spoke. His voice was low and measured, like a warning. “You’re treading on thin ice, Y/N.”

You smirked. “I like the danger.”

Bucky finally set the weights down, his movements slow but purposeful. He stepped toward you, his eyes dark with something you couldn’t quite place—anger? Frustration? Or something more?

“Last warning, kid,” he muttered, grabbing your wrist before you could react, his grip firm but controlled.

You didn’t pull away. Instead, you leaned in closer, your lips brushing the shell of his ear. “What are you going to do if I don’t listen, huh? Hit me?”

He didn’t answer right away. His breathing was steady, but you could feel the tension in his body. It was palpable, like a string pulled tight, waiting to snap.

“I warned you,” Bucky growled, voice gravelly.

Before you could respond, he spun you around, pinning you against the wall with a force that made your breath catch.

And there it was—the raw, unfiltered power.

You knew you were pushing him, but this time, you didn’t care.

“You’re playing with fire, Y/N,” he said, his voice soft, but laced with a dangerous edge. “And I don’t think you fully understand the consequences.”

You couldn’t help yourself. “Try me.”

Bucky leaned in close, his lips brushing your ear as he whispered, “You won’t like the outcome.”

But you weren’t listening. You never were.

You let your fingers trail down his chest, teasing the edges of his shirt, pressing yourself closer to him. “You can’t tell me what to do,” you said softly, letting the challenge hang between you like a spark waiting to ignite.

His hand tightened on your wrist, pulling you away from the wall and turning you to face him fully. His blue eyes were dark, unreadable, like an ocean storm waiting to break.

“You think I’m just going to let you walk all over me?” His voice dropped an octave, as if he were tasting every word. “That’s where you’re wrong, Y/N.”

You swallowed, feeling the heat rising between you, the crackling tension unmistakable. For the first time, you saw something in his eyes that made your heart skip—a flicker of something dangerous. And it made you want more.

“You think you can handle me?” you whispered, your lips inches from his. Without warning, Bucky kissed you.

It wasn’t gentle. It wasn’t soft. It was fierce—passionate, like he was claiming what was his. And you didn’t pull away. You couldn’t.

He pulled back just enough to catch his breath, but the fire in his gaze only intensified. “You have no idea what you’re asking for,” he warned, his voice dark with intent.

You stared at him, a smile tugging at your lips. “Maybe I do.”

Bucky’s lips twitched. “You’re playing with fire, sweetheart. And when you get burned, don’t come crying to me.” You shrugged, unfazed. “I’ll take my chances.”

The next morning, you barely slept.

Every time you closed your eyes, all you could see was Bucky’s cold, intense stare—the way his hand had felt on your wrist, the heat of his lips against yours.

It wasn’t the first time you’d kissed someone with that much force, but it was the first time you felt… controlled.

And you hated it.

You didn’t like being controlled. You liked to be in charge. Always.

So why did the feeling linger? Why did the thought of Bucky’s hands on you—firm, unrelenting—cause a flutter in your chest?

You shook the thought away, brushing your hair back as you stood in front of the mirror. It was just a kiss. Just a moment. You didn’t need to make it anything more.

You picked out an outfit: a tight red dress with a plunging neckline, heels high enough to make your legs look longer than they were. You liked the way the dress clung to your curves, the way it accentuated everything Bucky had noticed last night.

This was a power play. A challenge. And Bucky? He was your target. You stormed out of your room, determined to confront him.

The gym was quiet again when you entered, the hum of the equipment filling the silence. You saw Bucky, of course. He was always here, always training, always keeping to himself. But today, he didn’t look at you when you walked in.

Not at first.

You could feel the tension radiating off him, though. He could feel you, even without looking. The game hadn’t ended last night—it had only just begun.

You walked toward him, a calculated sway in your hips. You made sure to stop just behind him, letting the scent of your perfume reach his nose, just close enough that he couldn’t ignore your presence any longer.

“Morning, Bucky,” you said, leaning over slightly, letting the fabric of your dress stretch just enough to make him notice.

He stopped mid-set, his fingers wrapping around the barbell before he set it down. Slowly, deliberately, he turned to face you. His gaze was icy, but there was something more there now—a flicker of something darker. Something that told you he wasn’t as indifferent as he wanted to be.

“What do you want?” His voice was low, but there was an edge to it.

You grinned, stepping closer. “I thought we could talk.”

Bucky crossed his arms over his chest, raising an eyebrow. “About what?”

You smirked, leaning in a little closer, lowering your voice to a whisper. “About last night.”

His jaw clenched. “I told you, Y/N—”

“You told me a lot of things.” You interrupted, placing a hand on his chest, feeling the hard muscle beneath the fabric of his shirt. “But you didn’t tell me you’d be so rough. So… possessive.”

He grabbed your wrist before you could pull away, his grip firm but not painful. “You’re pushing it,” he warned, his tone deadly serious now.

“Am I?” You tilted your head, pretending to be innocent, but you saw the way his eyes flashed, the tension in his body that told you he was on the edge. “I think you like it, Bucky. I think you like the challenge.”

Bucky took a deep breath, his hold on your wrist tightening slightly. He didn’t let go, not yet. “Don’t make me do something you’ll regret.”

A small laugh escaped your lips. “Oh, Bucky,” you teased, tracing your fingers down his chest slowly, “I don’t think I’m going to regret anything.”

This time, when you looked up at him, there was no teasing in your gaze. There was only a challenge. A dare.

Bucky looked at you for a long moment, his chest rising and falling with each breath, like he was trying to calm himself. Then, slowly, he released your wrist.

“You’re playing a dangerous game,” he muttered. “And I don’t think you realize just how dangerous it is.”

You stepped back, keeping your eyes on him. “I can handle danger.”

Bucky stared at you, and for a brief moment, something flickered in his eyes—something dark, something possessive, something that made your heart race.

But then it was gone, replaced by the cold mask he usually wore.

“Keep pushing, Y/N,” he said, his voice low, his tone deadly serious. “And I’ll make sure you regret it.”

You smiled sweetly, tilting your head. “I’m counting on it.”

The next few days were a blur.

Bucky was everywhere you went. He was there when you went to the gym, there when you walked past the training room, there when you entered the kitchen. He wasn’t exactly following you, but he was always within your sight. Always within your reach.

And it drove you crazy.

You didn’t get what it was. You didn’t get why he was always near, always present. He wasn’t ignoring you anymore, but he wasn’t giving you the satisfaction either. He was… patient.

And that was something you weren’t used to.

You tried everything. You wore the sexiest outfits. You made flirtatious comments. You pushed every button you knew would make him snap.

But Bucky just watched you. Always watchful. Always calm.

The lack of reaction was maddening.

But it was that last night—when you were so tired of being ignored—that you decided to confront him. You were done waiting.

The Tower was empty again, except for you and Bucky. You knew he’d be in the gym again—he always was.

When you walked in, you didn’t say a word. You just walked up to him, grabbed his collar, and kissed him.

It was desperate. It was messy.

It was exactly what you wanted.

Bucky froze for a moment, not expecting it, but when he didn’t pull away, when he kissed you back with an intensity that sent shockwaves through your body, you realized—maybe this time, you weren’t the one in control.

Bucky’s hands gripped your arms, but he didn’t pull you away. Instead, he deepened the kiss, his lips moving with more force than you were used to, his hands now roaming, pulling you closer.

When he pulled away, his eyes were dark, and his voice was low, husky. “I warned you, Y/N.”

You smirked, feeling a rush of power. “Yeah, well, I don’t listen.”

Bucky’s lips twitched into a small smile, but there was no humor in it. “You will. Eventually.”

Breaking the Brat

Part Six

Pairing: Dark!Bucky Barnes x Stark!Brat!Reader

Warnings: Dark themes, age gap, manipulation, power imbalance, bratty behavior, suggestive themes. Slow burn.

The days following that night felt like a tightrope walk—one wrong move, and you would fall. But there was something intoxicating about it. Bucky had made it clear he was done tolerating your behavior, but the power dynamic between you both had shifted. There was no going back, and you weren’t sure if you wanted to.

Bucky didn’t let things slide, though. You could feel his presence everywhere you went, like a constant reminder of your recklessness. His eyes followed you. The way he looked at you, all sharp edges and unspoken threats, had you on edge in ways you never imagined.

The next time you saw him, you weren’t sure how things would play out. It was a casual party at Tony’s mansion, the kind of event that usually left you feeling invincible. But tonight, something was different. Bucky had been quieter than usual, lurking in the background, watching you as you flitted from one person to another. You could feel his gaze, like a weight on your back. But you weren’t going to let it bother you. You were untouchable, weren’t you?

The music was loud, the room filled with the usual mix of celebrities, billionaires, and socialites. You could already feel your heels digging into the floor as you made your way to the bar, a playful smirk on your lips. You weren’t about to let Bucky’s behavior dictate how you had fun.

But, of course, Bucky was there. Watching. Always watching.

You noticed him in the corner, his posture stiff, his jaw clenched. He was talking to Steve, but his eyes never left you. Every move you made, every glance you cast, every word you said, seemed to send a ripple through him. It was driving you crazy, the way he had this hold on you. You could feel the tension between you both, building like a slow burn.

And then, just like before, you saw him. The older man, tall, graying hair, expensive suit. He was alone at the bar. Perfect.

You walked over, letting the sway of your hips catch his attention. He looked up, eyes widening as they took you in.

“Well, aren’t you a sight for sore eyes,” he said, his voice smooth, a hint of admiration behind it.

You leaned against the bar, giving him a sly smile. “Just looking for someone to have some fun with. You seem like you might be a good candidate.”

He chuckled, his fingers brushing the rim of his glass as he studied you. “I think I could be persuaded.”

The instant his hand landed on your waist, you knew you had him. He was eating out of your palm, just like you wanted. But then you caught Bucky’s stare from across the room. He was rigid now, his eyes narrowed, his face tense with something that could have been fury—or something worse.

You felt a thrill rush through you.

You led the older man to the couch in the corner, barely glancing back at Bucky. You wanted him to feel it. The jealousy, the frustration, the helplessness. You wanted him to see you as something untouchable, something out of his control.

But before the man could do anything more than adjust his tie, Bucky appeared in front of you, his cold gaze fixed on the older man for a split second before he turned back to you. His voice was sharp, barely contained. “I think it’s time for you to leave.”

You looked up at him, your lips curling into an innocent smile, though you could tell from the vein popping in his neck that he wasn’t playing anymore. “I’m not done here yet,” you said, but there was no mistaking the challenge in your tone.

Bucky’s hand shot out, gripping your wrist with enough force to make you gasp. “You don’t get to make that decision.” He jerked you to your feet, dragging you past the man who was still trying to process the sudden intervention.

“Bucky—”

“You think you can flirt your way into whatever you want, don’t you?” His voice was low, each word like a warning. “You think this game is funny, but you’re out of your depth.”

You pulled your wrist from his grip, but the way he was looking at you made you feel cornered, trapped in a way that only fueled your defiance. “Maybe I just like making you mad,” you shot back, not even trying to hide the challenge in your voice.

“Is that it? You get off on making me angry?” His eyes darkened, the tension between you both thickening with each passing second.

You tilted your head, the playful edge in your voice never wavering. “Maybe I do.”

For a brief moment, the two of you just stood there, the silence crackling like a live wire. You could feel the pulse in your throat, the heat building between you both, thick and heavy. But just as quickly, Bucky’s expression shifted.

He grabbed your arm again, this time not in anger, but with a calculated force. He was done with the game.

Without a word, he dragged you to a private room, locking the door behind you. The silence inside felt suffocating, and you could feel the weight of his presence, pressing in on all sides.

“What the hell were you thinking?” His voice was harsh, the words coming out through gritted teeth. You leaned against the wall, your arms crossed, still maintaining your playful attitude.

“What? He was just a little older than usual. What’s the harm in flirting with someone who can buy me anything I want?” Bucky’s eyes burned with frustration as he took a step closer, crowding you against the wall.

“The harm is that you’re reckless. That man was old enough to be your father. What the hell are you trying to prove?” You could feel the heat radiating off of him, the tension between you both crackling like electricity. But you weren’t scared—not even a little.

“Are you mad that I wasn’t flirting with you?” You raised an eyebrow, feeling the rush of satisfaction return. You took a step forward, closing the distance between you, and kissed his jaw softly, just enough to leave your lips tingling with the sensation of his skin. Bucky stiffened at the contact, his expression flickering for a moment before his jaw clenched.

“This isn’t a game, Y/N,” he growled. “You think you can toy with me like that? I don’t give a damn about who you’re flirting with, but don’t be reckless.” You smirked, stepping back slightly, letting your fingers trace the collar of his shirt. “So what, you’re going to punish me for having a little fun? You don’t get to control me, Bucky.”

You were too close to him now, too close to that dangerous edge. The way he was looking at you… it was like a warning. You could feel the tension in his body, in the way his hands gripped your wrists like he was trying to anchor himself.

“You’ve made your point, Y/N,” he said, his voice dangerously calm. “But you’re not going to keep doing this. Not while I’m around.”

You crossed your arms, leaning against the wall with that same cocky smirk. “And what exactly are you going to do about it?”

Bucky stepped closer, his eyes never leaving yours. “You have no idea what you’re messing with.” His voice was tight, every word soaked with an intensity that made your heart skip a beat. “You think you can keep pushing me? Keep playing games with me? I’m not like the other men you’ve been with.”

You laughed, though there was a nervous tremor behind it. “Oh, I know. You’re different. You’re better.”

His lips curled into a dark smile, but it didn’t reach his eyes. “Better doesn’t mean I’ll tolerate you for much longer.”

And in that moment, something inside you snapped. You pushed off the wall, your hand reaching out to tug at his shirt. “Then make me stop, Bucky,” you whispered, your breath catching in your throat.

For a moment, he seemed to hesitate. Then, with a low growl, his lips crashed against yours. It was harsh, unrelenting. His grip on your arms was firm, his body pressing you against the wall as if he were determined to break you.

And, in a way, he was.

Bucky’s grip didn’t loosen. If anything, it tightened. His metal fingers brushed your jaw, cold against your heated skin, a stark contrast to the fire burning between you. His touch wasn’t soft—it was controlling, deliberate.

You should have been scared.

You weren’t.

Instead, you smirked up at him, eyes glittering with mischief, waiting to see how far you could push him. “You gonna lecture me all night, old man, or are you just mad I got someone else’s attention?”

Bucky’s jaw ticked. His thumb traced your lower lip again, slower this time, like he was testing something—testing you. “That what you wanted? To make me jealous?”

You shrugged, feigning nonchalance, even as your pulse betrayed you, hammering against your ribs. “Seemed like it worked.”

Bucky exhaled sharply, shaking his head like he couldn’t believe you. His grip on your chin suddenly dropped, only for his hands to find your hips instead. Without warning, he spun you around, pressing your front against the wall. The cold surface met your palms, your breath hitching as he leaned in close, his chest flush against your back.

“You have no idea what you’re playing with, princess,” he murmured against your ear, his voice dangerously low. “You think this is a game? Flirting with men like that, just to get a rise out of me?”

You swallowed hard, though you kept up the act, arching your back slightly, pressing yourself against him just to see how far you could push him. “You make it too easy, Sarge.”

Bucky let out a dark chuckle, but there was no humor in it. His metal hand gripped your waist, fingers pressing into your skin like he was reminding you of the difference between the two of you. “You think you’re untouchable ‘cause you’re a Stark? That daddy’s money keeps you safe?”

You turned your head slightly, your cheek brushing the wall, a defiant glint in your eyes. “So what? You gonna teach me a lesson?”

Bucky’s hand slid lower, gripping your thigh just beneath the hem of your dress. His fingers squeezed, just enough to make your breath catch. “Someone has to,” he muttered, his breath hot against your ear.

The tension crackled between you like a live wire, thick with something neither of you wanted to name. His fingers flexed against your skin, as if he was holding himself back, teetering on the edge of something dangerous.

Then, just as suddenly as he had pressed you against the wall, he pulled back.

You spun around, eyes blazing, chest rising and falling with rapid breaths. “That’s it?” you taunted, tilting your head. “All that talk, and you’re just gonna walk away?”

Bucky stared at you for a long moment, his expression unreadable. Then, in a voice quieter than before, but twice as dangerous, he said, “who said I was walking away?” The door clicked, signalling it being locked. His dark eyes found yours once more, he closed the space between you both.

His hands were gripping your body, and you pressed your chest into his. Your tongues intertwined and grinding your body against his. Your arms wrapped around his neck, he picks you up and sets you on the table, hiking up your dress to your waist. He pauses, “no panties? Naughty girl..” you squeaked when his cold metal fingers dipped inside your warm wet walls.

You gasped his name, as he pumped his fingers continuously. He added another finger, you whined at the stretch “Buck— its s’much”

“Shut up and take it, you were so desperate before now you crumble at my fingers?” He asked mockingly. He sucked on your neck, he didn’t care for being gentle, you didn’t deserve it— and you didn’t want it. You like the roughness, the control he had over you. You squeezed down on his fingers, your body twitching. “You gonna cum doll?” You moaned, “yes”

Right when you were about to he pulled out, staring down at you with a cold look. “Bad girls don’t get to cum. If you want to— beg me.”

Your eyes widened, really? He was making you bed for it? As if!

He resumed pumping his fingers, his other hand wrapped around your throat tightly— not enough to block air restriction. You would feel the knot in your stomach tighten, and right when you were about to cum again— he pulled out. You whined, “bucky..!”

“Beg or you don’t get to cum.”

You glared, not believing him. Until he did it again, and again. He was edging you and you were about to lose your mind. “Please.. bucky”

“Please what,doll?” He smirked, “please let me cum!” Satisfied, he thrust his fingers in once more, finally bringing you to an orgasm. You screamed his name, luckily the loud music outside prevented it from being heard from the party. “Good girl..” he kissed your head as you panted.

Then he flipped you over, pressing your head into the table. “Bucky!” You gasped. He slapped your ass, watching as it ripples. He gently touches the spot that he hit, it slowly turning a red colour. “I know you like that so don’t even try to hide it, doll” you whined once more, and without warning, he thrust inside.

Your eyes roll back and your mouth parts to scream his name. He fucks you senseless, listening as you get cock drunk— to stupid and fucked out to comprehend his words. Degrading you and he occasionally smacked your ass, his hips roughly snapping into yours. He gripped your hair, pulling your head back and pressing your back to his chest. He grabs your head and turns it to face him, kissing your mouth.

You feel yourself slipping, on the verge of climaxing again. “You look so pretty like this, doll” your makeup was smeared, cry’s watery and a bit of droll leaking from your mouth. You cum at his words. He continues thrusting, dropping your hair, and letting you fall on your stomach on the table once more. He threw his own head back, his cock twitching inside you before he came.

Ropes and ropes of cum, he pulled out with a pant, watching as your pussy was clenching around nothing, leaking of a mixture of both of your cums.

He smirks at his work, touching your ass before zipping up his pants. Whispering, “you’re mine, doll” before leaving.

You were breathless, and feel to your knees. You legs couldn’t stand— not without shaking. Still, you felt a sense of achievement.

This was far from over

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That’s the trifecta.

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Peter Parker x Spoiled Stark! Reader

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Tony Stark always claimed to be a genius, but lately, Y/N Stark was convinced her father was losing his touch. His latest invention? A scrawny high school intern named Peter Parker, who had somehow managed to worm his way into Tony’s good graces—and worse, into her carefully curated world.

For months now, her father had been spending hours mentoring Peter, teaching him things Y/N had assumed were reserved for her. The betrayal stung more than she cared to admit, so she covered it the only way she knew how: by making Peter’s life completely miserable.

And Peter, to his credit, was no pushover. Sure, he’d try to ignore her snide comments and fake-sweet tone, but every so often, he’d snap back. To Y/N, it was thrilling. To Peter, it was exhausting.

“Parker, you’re in my seat,” Y/N said one afternoon, stepping into her father’s lab with the kind of air that made everyone instinctively straighten up. She wasn’t wearing her school uniform today—Tony had summoned her for some family meeting—but her designer outfit looked as though it cost more than the entire workshop.

Peter didn’t bother looking up from the blueprint he was studying. “It’s not your seat, Y/N. It’s just a chair.”

“Aw, how quaint,” she said, leaning over the table so her perfectly polished nails tapped against the blueprint. “But it is my seat because this is my father’s lab. You? You’re just visiting.”

Peter finally looked up, clearly annoyed. “I’ve been working here all afternoon. You’ve been, what? Shopping? Getting another manicure?”

“Guilty,” Y/N said with a dazzling smile. “But let’s not act like I don’t contribute. I’m a Stark. My existence contributes.”

“Sure,” Peter said flatly. “That must be exhausting for you.”

Tony’s voice cut through before Y/N could retort. “Alright, that’s enough.” He was leaning against the doorway, arms crossed, his expression somewhere between amused and exasperated. “Y/N, stop terrorizing Parker. Parker, stop taking the bait.”

“Who’s baiting who?” Y/N said innocently, tossing her hair over her shoulder.

“Starting Monday,” he said casually, “you’re transferring to Midtown High.”

Y/N froze. “Excuse me?”

“You heard me,” Tony said. “You and Parker are going to the same school. I think spending more time together will help you two work out… whatever this is.”

Y/N’s jaw dropped, but she quickly recovered, plastering on her usual radiant smile. “You’re funny, Dad. But no.”

Tony smirked. “It’s not up for discussion, kiddo.”

Her smile faltered. “But why? I already have friends, fans and status at my school.”

“Exactly,” Tony said. “Time to shake things up. You’ll survive.”

Y/N had prepared for her debut like it was a runway show. She stepped onto the Midtown High campus in a outfit tailored to perfection, her signature confident smile in place. The effect was immediate: heads turned, whispers spread, and within minutes, she had a flock of curious students trailing behind her.

“Oh, my God,” one girl gushed. “You’re so pretty. Are you, like, famous?”

Y/N tilted her head with a practiced laugh. “Not officially. But give it time.”

By lunchtime, she was firmly entrenched at the most exclusive table in the cafeteria. She sat at the center, sipping sparkling water she’d brought from home while her new entourage hung on her every word.

Peter, sitting at his usual table with Ned and MJ, stared in disbelief. “She’s been here for, what, five hours? How is she already the most popular person in school?”

“She’s rich, confident, and mean,” MJ said without looking up from her book. “That’s the trifecta.”

Y/N caught Peter’s eye from across the cafeteria and gave him a little wave, her smile impossibly sweet. Peter groaned.

“Parker!” she called, loud enough for the room to hear. “Shouldn’t you be eating your vegetables? You need to keep up your strength for all that… science-ing.”

Ned snickered, but Peter just glared. “She’s the worst.”

Y/N’s transition to Midtown High wasn’t just about popularity—it was another battleground for her rivalry with Peter.

In physics, the teacher announced a pop quiz, and Y/N immediately raised her hand. “Do we really need a quiz? I mean, it’s so basic. Even Parker might pass.”

Peter rolled his eyes. “Thanks for the vote of confidence, Y/N.”

“Oh, you’re welcome,” she said brightly, as if he’d genuinely thanked her.

When the grades came back, Y/N had scored a near-perfect 98%. Peter, to his frustration, had a 96%.

“Aw, so close,” Y/N said as they exited the classroom. “Maybe next time, Parker.”

“It’s two points,” Peter said, gritting his teeth.

“Two points that separate the winners from the losers,” Y/N said, flashing him a dazzling smile.

The real showdown came a few weeks later at a party thrown by one of the popular kids. Naturally, Y/N was the star of the event, gliding through the room like royalty. Peter, dragged there by Ned and MJ, tried to stay out of her way.

But Y/N, of course, found him.

“Parker,” she said, appearing at his side with a drink in hand. “You clean up… decently. For a boy from Queens.”

Peter turned to face her, already annoyed. “And you’re still the same, no matter where you go.”

“Flattered,” Y/N said, raising her glass. “But you’ll have to be more specific. Same gorgeous face? Same impeccable style?”

Peter smirked. “Same need to make everything about you.”

Y/N’s smile faltered for just a second before she recovered. “It’s not a ‘need,’ Peter. It’s a gift. One you clearly don’t have.”

Before he could respond, the crowd called for a game of trivia. Naturally, Y/N and Peter ended up on opposing teams.

The competition was fierce, each of them determined to outshine the other. When Y/N’s team finally won, she couldn’t resist throwing Peter a smug smile.

“Better luck next time, Parker,” she said, flipping her hair as she walked away.

Despite their constant bickering, there were moments when their rivalry softened. One afternoon, during a group project, they found themselves working late in the library.

“You know,” Peter said, breaking the silence, “you don’t always have to be… like this.”

“Like what?” Y/N asked, not looking up.

Peter hesitated. “Perfect. It’s okay to just be yourself.”

Y/N’s hand froze mid-note, but she quickly recovered, her smile returning. “Why would I settle for ‘just myself’ when I can be everything?”

Peter sighed and despite his urges he didn’t leave. for the rest of the night, they worked in silence—until Y/N stole his last slice of pizza, just to prove she could.

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There Is No Coming Back From This - Chapter 4

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

"What do you mean you're leaving?"

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

"Then take her with you!" Bucky insists. 

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

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

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

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

"We can't leave her alone."

"Well, I don't babysit."

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

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

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

Bucky snorts, "With a Stark?"

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

"No, actually, I don't."

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

"Yeah." 

"Call me if you need anything."

"Got it."

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

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

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

Bucky barely offers a grunt in response. 

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

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

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

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

"But I'm not my father."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Truth stings, doesn't it?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"What makes you think I did anything?"

"What did you do?"

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

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

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

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

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

Bucky winces, "There may have been tears."

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

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

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

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

"Because it is really bad!" 

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

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

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

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

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

"Headphones?" 

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

"I know what headphones are!"

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

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

"Fine," Bucky huffs like a petulant child. 

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

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

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

Bucky sputters, "What the hell?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"And you're an asshole!" you retort. 

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

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

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

Bucky grumbles, "But, Steve..."

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

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

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

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

"Whatever, Buchanan," you counter.

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

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

"Don't call me that."

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

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

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

"I have no regrets. He started it." 

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

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A Stitch In Time || Prologue

-Bucky Barnes x Daughter!Reader-

Series Masterlist

° Series Summary: A Time Heist mission goes wrong, and some of the Avengers end up in the 1950s. Desperately clinging to their lives, they wind up in a place subconsciously. And unfortunately for Steve, and especially to Bucky, they find themselves face to face with someone they wish not to see.

° Chapter Summary: Worried about how his mission may go, Bucky visits a ‘touchy’ place, and recalls the short life he had with you.

° Date: 7/20

° Rating: Teen

° Word Count: 4,569

° Warning: Talks about death/dying; Reference to Suicide; Guilt; Child Abandonment; Talks of Fertility Issues; Alcohol; Allusions to Depression. READ AT YOUR OWN RISK!

° A/N: The only excuse I have for taking so long to get this out is because I had an expected mental health break. One that was needed. But I'm back! And I'm slowly updating some of my other stories! So be on the look out for those! Also, let me know if I missed any warnings! Enjoy!

The freshly wetted grass squished underneath his boots with each and every step. His shoulders were slacked, but his wrists were tense as he held the delicate bouquet with both of his hands. He was always nervous to be here, even though he’s done it so many times after finding it, the nervousness never went away. The nausea never stopped too… or the guilt… the fear… the sadness. Nothing ever stopped like he so desperately wanted to. Was this a curse he was stuck with for helping to bring another child into this cruel world?

He reaches the end of his line, just a few short inches away from where his toes could touch the stone; The stone etched with words and numbers that made his heart ache. And when his knees felt weak he lowered himself to the ground, sitting back on his heels. With a bittersweet expression on his features, he removes the old lilies and replaces them with your favorite, pearly white ones. The ones you always smelled like when you came back from playing in the park. Who knew he would miss such a fragrance? 

He takes a deep inhale through his nose, and exhales quietly, gathering his thoughts. “Hey, baby girl. It’s been some… time since I’ve visited. I honestly thought I should wait until your half birthday, but…” He trails off, frowning. “But uh, I’m heading off on another mission tomorrow, a… potentially dangerous one.” He chuckles dryly. “You know the deal with those.”

He pauses like he’s waiting for your answer he knows he won’t get, letting the hot summer wind touch his face and through his chocolate locks. He waited for that as his cue to continue on.

“Uh… so…”

It hurts to even think about it.

“I was just…”

Should he even say it?

“Wondering again if it goes south I can…”

Should he repeat what he always says to your grave?

“Be next to you?”

Another pause, this time it felt more painful. It always hurts to be here. It always hurts to say those words because it wasn’t like he had a death wish, it wasn’t like he was afraid of death, he just… didn’t know if he deserved to be next to you. You were his whole world and he fucked it up. Fucked it up so bad that it makes him more anxious to want to hold you, and hug you, and kiss you, and just talk to you. He loves you. 

He’s loved you since the very beginning.

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.

.

Bucky would have fallen back in shock if it wasn’t for the small bundle in his arms. His ex-girlfriend had just said some words that he didn’t need to hear right now. Couldn’t even comprehend it.

No, it wasn’t, ‘Can we get back together? I made a mistake’.

No, It wasn’t, ‘The baby isn’t yours’.

No it was–

“What do you mean you’re leaving?” He asked, disbelief etched in his words. There was also an underlying sense of anger and betrayal, because–

She couldn’t be serious...

Right?

He watched the woman standing in front of him roll her eyes, snatching her purse from his living room’s couch while responding, “I don’t want her. I only had her because you wanted to keep the baby after finding out I was pregnant.”

He nearly doubled over when he heard the disgust in her voice. “So you’re just going to leave?” Bucky asked, seeing his ex now putting on her winter coat. “But our daughter needs a mother figu–”

“YOUR daughter.” His ex snapped, poison on her tongue. “That baby–” She points furiously. “That baby is a spitting image of you. All the way from the shape of her face to the way she smiles. Everything. Which is fine by me, I don’t want someone looking like me out in the world.”

Bucky opened his mouth to speak as he followed her behind as she walked towards the front door. Unfortunately, she beats him to it. “As for a mother figure, you’ve got three sisters and a mom. That baby can pick up skills from them.”

She swings the door open, letting in the cold breeze of February. Snowflakes flew in, sticking to her clothes and curly hair. Bucky immediately stood sideways and drew you as far away as he could from the freezing air.

(Was she trying to freeze you?!)

“Dottie!” He called out from the doorway, stopping her on the porch.

She wasn’t even going to look back at him, wasn’t she? Or even look at you? Did she truly not feel anything?

He doesn’t know why but his voice cracked, and although he and his ex’s relationship was always rocky, and they both knew that whatever was between them wasn’t going to work out, he still doesn’t want her to leave him alone with a one week old.

“Come on…” He continued, quietly. “At least stay for a couple months until I can do this on my own.” His lower lip quivered slightly. “Please?”

He felt you shift a bit in his arms, probably from the weather, and waited for her to turn around…

But she never did.

“Goodbye, James.” Dottie said, before trailing across the snow covered path to the sidewalk. 

Bucky watches her disappear into the night, his feet glued to the floor even when part of his mind told him to run after her. It would be a lie if he said that he didn’t want to go after her, thinking that maybe she’ll change her mind if actually begs, but the mere thought went out the door when you started to get fussy and cry.

Something deep within him kicked in, probably that parental instincts he’s heard about from his own parents, and all his attention was turned to you cradled in a lilac colored blanket.

“Hey…” He whispered, readjust his hold so that he could gently brush their–

No.

That’s officially gone out the window. 

It’s just his daughter. His.

He readjust his hold so that he could gently brush HIS daughter’s cheek. To brush your cheek like a soft paint brush across a canvas. “Hey. Don’t cry.” He says, soothingly.

He makes a soft shushing sound as he closes the front door with his hip, before carefully guiding himself to sit near the fireplace. He lays you cautiously in his lap, almost in awe as he sees your eyes peeking open for the first time.

(Y/E/C) eyes. 

So beautiful like the world itself. He almost wanted to start taking pictures.

Maybe later though.

He chuckles sadly, tears in his own as he brushes your cheeks again. “Don’t cry. Don’t cry, I got you.” He said, smiling down. “I got you, baby girl.”

You cooed quietly, staring back at him with a bit of curiosity. The look you were giving him melted his heart, but it also made him feel like he didn’t deserve any of this.

“I’m sorry…”  He croaks, sniffling. “It looks like it’s just going to be me and you, doll. I’m so sorry. I hope you can forgive me.”

You made the cute sounds that took his breath away again, taking up his whole surroundings. However, if it wasn’t for his military training, he probably wouldn’t have even heard someone tumbling down the stairs. Bucky glances at the living room entrance, finding a certain skinny blond that he called his best friend. He saw his chest move slightly, and could almost hear him panting from here.

“S-Sorry.” Steve exhales, leaning against the door frame. “Your mom sent me down here when we heard everything go quiet.”

Bucky smiled a little. “She got worried?”

Steve copies him with a chuckle.  “Yeah. She wanted to make sure you hadn’t run off with her grandchild.”

The brunette shakes his head. “That sounds like my mother.” He turns his attention back on you, but from the corner of his eye he could see his friend shifting uncomfortably, almost hesitantly, in his spot. His smile grows. “Come here.”

“What?” The blond said, genuinely confused. 

“Come here, Steve. You can see her.”

He stiffens up a bit, looking unsure. “H-Her… A-Are you… are you sure?” Steve asked, pointing towards the stairs in the hallway. “I-I shouldn’t be the one seeing your baby first. Shouldn’t I–”

“Get your ass over here, Rogers.” Bucky said, almost wishing he could free his hand up and drag him by the ear (he was always so timid and too cautious sometimes).

Not even daring to question his best friend’s wish, Steve wandered over and took a seat on the couch next to Bucky. He leans in close, examining the small bundle in the soldier’s arms.

Steve’s big blue eyes lit up with joy. “Wow, Buck. She’s adorable.” He said, as you scrunch up your nose to show off your cute, chubby cheeks.

“She is.” Bucky said, fighting back the stinging sensation in his eyes again. He now wonders…

(Is this what it's going to feel like all the time now?)

After a moment of silence, Bucky threw his friend through another loop. “Wanna hold her?”

Steve held his hands up in defense almost immediately after those words left his tongue. “Oh, no. I shouldn’t.”

“I trust you.” Bucky holds you out a little, a reassuring look on his face.

Steve raises a cautious eyebrow. “You sure?”

“Yes.” Bucky laughs. “I’ll show you.”

Bucky then takes his time showing Steve how to hold you, giving him pointers and readjusting everyone once and awhile until he has you in a good position. The blond’s nerves seemed to vanish into thin air when he started to see that you were looking at him with the same curious eyes you made at your father. Those eyes of yours could melt anyone’s hard shells at this point.

Steve chuckles, and grins as he gets butterflies in his stomach from you. “What’s her name?” He asks, sparing a glance at your dad for a split second. “Did Dottie ever give her one?”

Bucky shakes his head sadly. “No.” He said, his voice feeling rather small at the moment. “No she didn’t. I’m tasked with giving her one.”

“Have you thought of any? I know you were looking through some books a few weeks back.”

“I have and I think…” He takes another good look at you, making sure the name was the right choice. “I was thinking… (Y/N).”

“(Y/N)?” The blond repeats back, testing it out like an echo chamber for his friend who nodded back.

“Yeah. (Y/N).” Bucky tests it out his lips as other names start to form. “(Y/N)... Stevie Barnes.”

He looks up in surprise. “Stevie?” Steve asks in disbelief again. 

Bucky smiles. “Well, I heard Stevie is the girl version of Steve, so…”

“But…” His blue eyes look away again, looking completely torn.

Your father raises an eyebrow over this. “But what?”

“You’re flattering me way too much, Bucky.”

“Am I?” Bucky asked, tilting his head, slightly puzzled.

“Y-Yes!” Steve said, shaking his head. “Y-You can’t– You shouldn’t name your kid after me.”

Now it was his turn to be even more confused. “Why not?”

“Because, I’m– y-you have sisters! Parents. Y-You should name her after them. Not me.”

“But, Steve, you’re my brother. Besides…” Bucky shifted in his seat, knowing what he’ll say next is touchy. “I know… the doctor said you might not be able to have kids so… think of this as me… giving you a small piece of that.”

Silence befell, the subject was something that really hurt Steve when he heard it the first time; Hell, it even hurt his mother who was present at the time. It kind of haunted him for a while because what could he offer to a person who wanted to share his life? 

Steve stares at him for a while before tearing up, laughing quietly and looking away. “Jesus, Bucky. You’re making me cry.”

A chuckle. “Well don’t, ‘cause I’ll start crying again.” Bucky says, making them belly laugh. 

The blond sniffles and tests the name out on his own. “(Y/N) Stevie Barnes.” He looks back down at you, his smile returning fully. “Not bad, Buck.”

Your father looked at him teasingly. “And what’s that supposed to mean, Steven?”

“Nothing.” Steve replies, holding back another laugh as he watches you start to drift back to sleep. “I’m really happy for you, man.”

“Thanks.” 

A few moments more passed before you were carefully placed back in your father’s arms, where all he did was stare back at you as you pulled yourself to sleep. His happy face started to falter, and there was a heavy amount of doubt in his ocean blue orbs. 

“I don’t know what I’m going to do, Steve.” He finally admits before swallowing the lump in his throat. He soon felt his friend’s hand on his leg, giving it a comforting squeeze.

“You don’t have to do this alone, Bucky. You’ve got your family and you’ve got me.” Steve said, honestly. “And you know this. However, don’t doubt yourself, you got this. You’re going to be a great dad.”

Bucky’s lip curled up a bit, not caring that he was about to cry again. “Steve Rogers. The man who always knows what to say.”

“What can I say? I try.” He asked, coping with his expression.

“And you think I’ll be great? Even with me being a soldier and everything else that comes with it?” Your father asked, doubt was still just lingering on the surface no matter what he did.

Steve gives another gentle squeeze. “I know you’ll be great. I know you’ll do anything to make sure she’ll be okay. So don’t worry too much, okay? (Y/N)’s going to be lucky she has you.”

Bucky hums, truly grateful for a friend like him. 

And without an ounce of hesitation, he bends down slowly and kisses your sleeping forehead. 

“I already loved you so much, (Y/N). I hope you realize that.” He whispers, lovingly. “And I’ll do anything to make sure you’re safe.”

He swears at that moment he saw you smile.

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Bucky brushed his flesh fingers against the words in the stone, tracing your name and important dates. February 23rd, 1936. A snowy, snowy day. Cool and crisp. Although he had to wait and wait until you were a week old to hold you, a week old to realize he was on his own, a week to realize that he truly loved you. No upcoming birthday surprises could top this one. But if he loved you so much then…

Why were you cursed to be underground?

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When Bucky got back home to his apartment, he found himself subconsciously grabbing the bottle of scotch in his cabinet. Although he knew he couldn’t technically get drunk, the feeling he got after a couple glasses was close enough. Sometimes… he liked the quietness in his home, the time to relax, untouched and left alone to be himself; But most of the time, after so many years of being alone in his head, he loathes being alone. Friends and family were everything to him growing up. You were everything to him growing up. 

He still wonders what it would be like if you were here, running around, asking him twenty questions, painting his toes, etcetera. He always wondered what you were like when you got older, the side of you he never got to see. He always wondered what those short years did for you.

Why did he have to get taken from you so soon?

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You dove around your grandparents and aunts’ legs as you made your way out of the house, ignoring how your father’s duffle bag, that subconsciously you hated, was laying on the porch steps. You stumble around a bit on your five year old legs, before finding the person you wanted to see. 

“Uncle Steve!!!” You yelled, throwing your arms up.

“Hey, Pumpkin.” He said, teasingly. He wastes no time to scoop you up, and carefully holds you close to him (it’s been years and he’s still afraid he’ll drop you). “Have you gotten smaller?”

You scrunched up your nose at him, shaking your head. “No.” You giggled at the silly nickname, and it all was because you were pocket size.

“No?” Steve said, tilting his head, all cocky. “Are you sure?”

You giggled again. “Yes.”

He grins. “Just checking.”

A sigh came from inside, before the two of you saw your father exiting his parents house, all dressed in his neatly ironed uniform. He looked miserable as he gazed at his bag on the porch.

“Ready?” Steve asked, readjusting his hold on you as he frowned himself.

“Unfortunately.” Bucky mumbled, not ready for what’s yet to come. However, when he faces you his whole expression changes for the better. “And there’s my little girl!”

“Papa!” You yelled, holding your arms out. He takes you in his arms, hugging you gently. “Are you leaving, Papa?”

“Oh, baby doll, I am.” He said, pulling back to look at you. “But don’t worry, I’ll be back as soon as I can.” He taps your nose. “Okay?”

You nodded slowly and smiled. “Okay!”

“Good.” He gives you a big kiss on your head, before peppering your face with some more making you laugh. “I love you, (Y/N).”

“I love you, too, Papa.”

“I love you more.”

He gives you one more kiss and one more hug before transferring you over back to Steve. They both give each other a strong hug and pat on the back, smiling bittersweetly.

“Be safe, Bucky.” Steve said, trying to hide his concern.

“I will. You too. The both of you.” Bucky said, grabbing his bag and making sure his voice was stern.

“We will. I’ll keep an eye on her.”

“Thank you, Steve.” 

He bid them goodbye, and you and Steve watched him walk down the path to the military jeep parked nearby. It was chilling almost to watch, and your five year old mind couldn’t quite comprehend the heavy feeling you felt underneath the surface.

“Uncle Steve?” You asked, prying his eyes away from the moving vehicle. 

“Yeah?” He said, softly.

You looked at him all puzzled, something wasn’t adding up. “I thought you told me you were going with him?” You swear he mentioned something like that to you yesterday. Right?

His eyes look away from you, almost like he was recollecting himself before giving you his answer. “I am. But not yet.” He replies, honestly. His orbs finally meet yours again. “Not until I know you're okay.”

“Really?” You asked, tilting your head to the side with curiosity.

“Sure am.” He smiles once more. “Now, what do you want to do? You want to see what Grandpa and Grandma are doing?”

Your eyes light up at their names. “Yes!!!” 

He laughs at your enthusiasm. “Okay, okay. Let’s go see them.”

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Bucky throws a bottle of scotch across the room, shattering somewhere. He didn’t care though. It’s not like he even batted an eye.

Five years old. 

That was it.

That’s the last time he ever saw you.

And that hurt like a bitch.

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He doesn’t know when…

But everything suddenly just…

Clicked.

Memories of his flooded in like a broken dam. He starts to recall who he was before and after the fall. Before and after the war. Before and after everything. So as he made his way to Siberia with his friend, Steve, he remembers something that was like a knife to his heart.

“I have a daughter.” Bucky said abruptly, cutting Steve off.

When he was on the run after the helicarriers fell, he remembers his time growing up in the early 1900s. The (multiple) times he saved his best friend’s ass from being picked on, or the way he took his younger siblings to the park, or helping his mother bake, or fixing the car with his dad. But there were a few memories he was confused by for a long time.

First he only heard little laughs, or someone trying to sing a child’s song. Then he saw little toys and dresses. Then he saw a little face with big, wondrous eyes. It didn’t take him long to realize who she was.

He met with his friend’s eyes quickly, almost getting choked up by an emotion that had been under lock and key for so long. “...I have a daughter… don’t I?”

Steve, who seemed taken back by his sudden string of words, opens and closes his mouth a few times, before settling his hand on his friend’s shoulder. “Yes, Bucky. You do.”

Bucky looked away, the confirmation sending his mind spiraling again, and the Captain could tell. He decides to approach this carefully since he knows his friend isn’t hundred percent in his right mind yet.

“Do you remember her?” Steve asked, watching him nod slowly. “What do you remember?”

Bucky thinks long and hard about this. What did he remember about you?

“Uh… I remember she was tiny… always tiny.” He chuckles quietly, making Steve smile. “She uh… had um… (Y/H/C) hair that was kind of wavy when she got older. Um… big, bright (Y/E/C) eyes. She… she um… smiled a lot… I think?”

“Yeah, she did Buck. All the time.” Steve said, patting his shoulder gently as he could see the joy it was bringing to his friend.

Bucky laughs again. “Uh… you used to call her by a weird nickname. What was it? Uh…” He purses his lips. “Po… Potato?”

Now it was the blond’s turn to laugh. “N-No. No. Close… Starts with a P, though.”

“Um…” His eyes light a spark. “Oh. Yeah. I remember now. We took her to her first Halloween pumpkin patch when I could hold in one hand because she was so tiny.”

“Yep. That’s what I called her.” He says with a nod. “Your Ma tried to dress her up like one.”

“Oh, yeah, she did.”

And then it got quiet, and Steve saw the bright light in his friend’s eyes go out when the wheels started to turn again. He held his breath, knowing what he was recalling next.

Bucky swayed on the balls of his feet a bit, looking at the floor. “She was five the last time I saw her.” He says, bittersweetly. “I remember, the night before, I took her to Coney Island, and we just played games and ate until our bellies ached. I got her a stuffed bear on the ring toss…”

Steve squeezed his shoulder, trying to give him some comfort because he knew there was no stopping any memories of you.

“She was with you when I left. I gave her hugs, and kisses and…” His voice starts to break. “I love you’s…. Um…”

“Bucky–” Steve begins, hating how hurt he looked.

“Steve. W-Was that last time you saw h-her too?”

Steve closed his mouth, thinking to himself. He couldn’t lie. He was a terrible liar which the brunette always sees through. So what was the point of even trying?

Cap shakes his head. “No. I saw her when she was nine. ‘Bout to be nine.”

“N-Nine?” Bucky asked, just above a whisper. “W-Why?”

“Um…” He swallows. “I had to…. I had to tell your family about, you know… the train… and you.”

The Soldier went distant. “O-Oh…”

“I wanted to make sure I was the one to tell them.” 

“Oh…” Bucky started to get teary eyed. “D-Did you tell her?"

Steve held his breath again. It was like his mind started to relive that day.

You looked so happy to see him, but he watched that expression vanish when you saw his sadden face. It hurts to take you by the hand and into your room. It hurts to see how you’ve grown, and to think he got to see it and not your dad made the situation a whole lot worse.

He wanted to lie and tell you your dad was hurt. 

He wanted to lie and tell you your dad was still at war and won’t be home for a while.

He wanted to lie and say everything was going to be okay.

But he couldn’t, and felt like it was his duty to tell you what happened to your father, to his best friend.

He knew if the situation was reversed, Bucky would be doing the very same thing now.

And when he did tell you, he hated how you kept on denying it. You called him a liar, and god he wished he was.

“I-I did…” He said, feeling his eyes sting as well. 

Bucky jaw clenches. “A-And?”

Steve looks away for a second. “She cried for three hours.”

“O-Oh…” Bucky looks away too. “I always h-hated when s-she cries.”

With his hand still on the brunette shoulder, he gave him another comforting squeeze. “She…” Cap chokes, his memories flooding in all at once. “S-She um… she gave me her blanket, the one that she came home with. She um, wanted me… to promise to come back to her. But um… I failed at that, I guess.”

Bucky frowns. “Steve–"

“I tried finding her, Buck.” He finally looks at him. “When I came out of the ice, SHIELD managed to give me some of my things from the war. I kept the blanket in my chest, so… I tried finding her, because I didn’t want to break that promise to (Y/N), but…”

“You didn’t find anything?”

Steve shakes his head. “Not exactly.” He whispers, exhaling shaky. 

“Not exactly?” Bucky asked, wanting an answer. “What does that mean?”

Now it was Steve’s turn to look all messed up. Especially since he couldn’t make eye contact again. He swallows a lump in his throat and says, “I’m so sorry, Bucky…”

“Sorry about what?” Bucky couldn’t understand what was happening and it was honestly starting to scare him. “What are you sorry about?”

“(Y/N)...” He sighs quietly, and forces himself to look in his best friend’s eyes. “Pneumonia. She, uh… got pneumonia in ‘54 and passed.” 

Now the knife has dug deeper, chilling his bones too. “She’s dead?” He said, barely audible. 

“Yeah. She’s dead.” The Captain replies, dispirit. “I found the spot where she’s buried. I can take you there if you–”

“Thank you, Steve.” The soldier says, ignoring the blond’s confused state. “I mean it. You were always so good to her, and to think you never stopped looking after all this time means A LOT to me. Do you understand? You helped my daughter when she was at her lowest, and you even found her for me. I thank you for that.”

Steve smiles bittersweetly. “No need to. I said I’ll always be there for the both of you.”

Bucky returns the gesture. “As will I.”

“Now, let’s finish this, shall we?”

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“-Bucky.” Steve says, touching his shoulder and getting a small jolt from the man. Surprised eyes fell on him as he returned with concerned ones. “You ready?”

“Uh…” Bucky looked around quickly, remembering it was standing in the locker room changing. He didn’t even realize he had zoned out. “Y-Yeah.” He said, zipping up the front of his Quantum Suit. “Yeah, I’m ready.”

Steve tilts his head, the worriedness never vanishing. “You sure?”

“Yeah.” He nods. “Let’s get this mission completed.”

And those were the words that would change -everything-.

(TBC)

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[laurie-stark]

Cherry Bomb

Tony Stark reveled in the spotlight. Between the high-end parties and multi-billion dollar company, there wasn't a thing that he kept from the public eye. Except for his daughter.

Laurel "Laurie" Stark was Tony's closely guarded secret. And while she inherited her father's intelligence and charm, she also inherited his stubbornness. Despite his best efforts to keep her far away from the Avenger's war front, Laurie found a way to be needed, time and time again.

With the Sokovia Accords underway, Tony and Laurie find themselves on opposite sides of the fight. Will they continue to crash heads, or will Tony finally come to realize his daughter's strength?

Started 09/01/2024 Last Updated 10/20/2024 Next Update 11/10/2024

Updates every two weeks!

Introductions

Chapter I

Chapter II

Chapter III

Chapter IV

Chapter V

Chapter VI

Chapter VII - Coming 08/12/24

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Meet more of the family, Miss Stark & The Youngest Barnes | Marvel OC

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Liv Stark ⌚️

Full name: Olivia Charlotte Stark-Vega

Nicknames: Liv, Vi, Lottie, Lola, Clary, Char, Charlie, Miss Vega, Snark Central

Age range: 5-18

Height: 5’1

Relationship status: Single

Background: American with Peruvian, Polish and Italian descent

Father: Anthony Stark

Godmother: Elizabeth Stark

Godfather: Jason Underwood

Brother & Sister: Rei and Morgan Stark

Step-mom: Pepper Potts

Uncles: James Rhodes, Happy Hogan & rest of The Avengers

Abilities: A bit of geek and hacker due to her love of technology, basic hand to hand combat since she enjoys boxing and her witty personality. She’s young so she hasn’t gotten plenty of skills yet.

Personality: Liv has a smart touch, gentle soul, sweet, charming and easy going. She is a bit of a bitchy girl and stubborn about everything she does. If she wants to do something, she will probably sneak out to get it done. She got a some of anxiety and a nervous twitch (which would grow over the years since Liv is afraid of being alone and in the dark about a lot of things), this creeping fear and sadness that will take over her if not careful.

- However Liv is very accident prone, she’s always getting hurt one way or another, giving everyone an heart attack since the age of 9 since she’s always been a active little girl. So in result she give Tony and something for Rei to roll his eyes about.

- From an young age, she has always been into tech, jewelry and over all. Wanting to build and grow a her own little things, she was a Stark it’s a given! She watched a lot of movies so she got creative with her ideas.

- Random fun fact, one of her favorite movies is 10 Things I Hate About You, just because she likes Kat Stratford’s aesthetic and attitude. But it’s many Action Movies and Rom-Coms that she will watch with Pepper, that she enjoyed. It’s where she gets her inspiration for things.

- She adored the idea staying in the lab, tinkering and cleaning up the inventions that were made. She practically lived in there, staying home to help and learn. It caused never want to leave that house in general, having a bit of mouth on her after hearing the adults always speak their minds (so don’t be surprised this girl start rambling and throws out whatever bullshit that appears in her thoughts), but it allowed her to be a safe within those four walls.

- It didn’t take long for her to start filling up a notebook with designs on how to incorporate technology into fine jewelry (aka The Stark Watch, necklaces to tracking and security measures, bracelets to be use for defense purposes and rings can be transformed into gauntlet). 

- She’s always been bit of business women! Wanting to create products to help people, keeping an eye on things from behind the scenes, represent and model for Stark industries and such. 

- But she was still so young, so her parents and siblings didn’t want her to grow up so soon in the spotlight of it. She’s a kid! And she understood that, it bothered her but she understood why. So she stays hoping her time could come where she can help out the group.

—> Because little did she know that theses little gadgets and gizmos that would be incorporated into the ideas her father and older brother would use as fashion purposes in the future with their own suits. Aka they’re Iron Man suits!

—> I know you may be wondering about her family life, well Liv raised well per say. She had to move around a lot as a child, especially since Tony never wanted the public attention to be on her just yet and her mother wasn’t sure that she would taken care of. It took convincing from Pepper and Jason to let her stay home with them, so everything was fine after that.

Her relationship with her father was an nice one. When it comes to parenting his kids, Tony was a rather dramatic, embarrassingly loud at times, a little cocky and stubborn parent per day, so it’s a bit difficult to get him to calm down and talk softly with him. Tony cares a lot about his children, having Rei and Liv to take care of but he was always busy with the company having to arrive home late, events he had to attend and ending up being tired.

Other than that, he tried to make time for his son and daughter, bringing them to the lab and everywhere he could. Even if he got in trouble afterwards. Tony always tries to inspire his daughter to do what she loves and experience things, be caring, make sure she was alright too and etc. But they make it work!

Ohh, did I forget to mention how annoying and protective Tony can be as a parent? He will take everything very seriously or not serious at all, acting out if something goes wrong and he tends to be questioning his motives. Even blaming himself if something bad were to happen to his family. Tell Tony Stark you have a crush? He sends JARVIS to keep an eye on you. Ask Tony for something like a new backpack for school? He buys you something else.

In his defense, he does everything with so much love (even if he doesn’t always portray it in the best way).

Her relationship with Rei however—you wouldn’t think it but rather wholesome, since she’s the little sister he never exactly wanted. They were completely opposite to one another, he’s grumpy and she’s easygoing, he rather work alone in silence and she rather work with music blasting and etc. But as much as Rei may be annoyed and want to throw his little sister out of the house, deep down he cares about her, even though he didn’t show it to her very often and he’s very protective of her ever since he was a child.

Rei and their father, always trying to keep Liv out of harms way and safe at home. Even if they tend to fail at times.

Since Tony was always busy, Rei tends to be one to look out for Liv and keep her in check, being her personal bodyguard for everything she does. If it was up to him, Rei would wrap his baby sister in bubble wrap and not let her leave the house!!

When they were kids (and even now) Liv would follow Rei wherever he went and wanting to copy him, be like her big brother because he always around the corner with something snarky to say to her and a huge potty mouth (it resulted in her having a huge attitude as well). She will always be the one to encourage Rei’s designs for suits and talk to dad about something.

He talks and she will absolutely love to listen to him (even if 85% of the time she has no idea what he’s talking, cause he’s smarter than her at a lot of things.)

Sometimes you will find Liv in a moody way shutting everyone out of her room and just curled up in a ball, similar to brother and to be honest, it concerns Rei a bit when it happens. But he would probably try to snap her out of it, even not he will let her be in her moody moments. He knows how it is

At the end of the day, no matter how different they were with one another and the paths they choose, they cared in their own way. Even if when they’re public, they act like they don’t know one another.

—> As for her relationship with the Avengers and Young Avengers! Ooof let’s stick to first impressions, shall we?

She met all of them when she just a child, joining Rei and Tony on a simple basis day with the group. She first started watching her father talking with Bruce Banner, and she took a liking to him very much seeing how nice, gentle and reserved he can be. But there an edge to him, that she found to be cool.

As for when she met Rick, it was when him and Rei were chatting. Her first impression of him, to her the young man is that he looked like a old school Disney Channel Star with a nice smile and warmth, with a glint of mischief in his eyes.

So when she saw Bruce, Rick, Rei and Tony all work together in their own separate labs blasting music so loudly..the only thing Vi said, “Oh no, there’s 4 of them!”

When she met Natasha, she just cool and rather chill per say acting like the nonsense agent with a soft side. Romanoff’s daughter on the other hand, she was just curious about her and Vi liked that.

Same thing goes for Clint and his daughter, they were just cool people. She was always amazed with the skills they had, and a part of her always knew that Clint Barton was a family man. And she was right, when they appeared at the Barton’s Barn years later.

Meira and Luna were just so relaxed, gentle and sweet girls. She adored how they acted with their teammates and siblings, especially Meira since she was a little sister just like her. Sweet and snarky.

Ethan was just super chill and suspicious of everything, Rei didn’t like him and carried Vi alway from from very quickly. Cole was just so mischievous, snarky smile and tossing jokes every day, making Vi laugh or snort. But a part of her respected him greatly, cause she heard he was VERY powerful.

Liane, well she didn’t like her right away. She annoyed Olivia very quickly and she sent painful glared toward the girl who tried to make friends with her. After a while she softened toward Ms Felton, but it took a long time cause she saw Rei didn’t like her either.

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Daphnia Barnes-Wilson 🪫

Full name: Daphnia Ramona Wilson-Barnes 

Nicknames: Daphne, Nia, Daph, DD, Sparky, Daffy, Fifi, Birdie,

Other name while on the run: Davina, Robin

Age range: 7–20

Height: 5’7

Relationship status: Single

Parents: Bucky Barnes & Sam Wilson

Background: American with Mexican and Chilean Origin

Aunt: Sarah Wilson

Uncle: Steve Rogers

Sister: Laurie Wilson

Brother: Benjamin Barnes

Abilities: Marksmanship and Acrobatics, having took some gymnastics classes. She’s also a bit of a fast learner so she’s fluent in English, Spanish, Russian, Portuguese and some French.

Personality: Gentle, a little broken due to being let down a lot in life, warm-hearted, clumsy, a bit shy and humorous at times. But if she’s anything like her fathers, she’s stubborn enough, a little self-sacrificing, and willingly to help no matter what.

- Sam and Bucky have been together for a while now, since their chemistry was a challenging one it always hard to settle down and figure out what they want. However a house, family and future for their kids was always one of them.

- They already had Laurie and Benjamin, so they thought two kids was enough as it is. But things took a small turn when they stumble at a orphanage in Brazil for a mission and met this no named little girl who gave both of them the most honest smile.

- Sam has always been one to have a big heart, so wanting a big family was always part of that. So his heart spoke before his words ever could, wanting to adopt her. Bucky Barnes on the other hand was a little hesitant—well more like worried—about the whole thing, he always wanted a little piece of normalcy and he got it with Sam and their kids. But adding a 3rd? That was a lot of responsibility, but he caved as soon as he hung out with the girl.

- To be honest, they saw a bit of themselves in her. So she was adopted when she less than 10 years old and brought into a family of oddly comforting heroes. They named gave her a name and did everything they could to make her feel comfortable. Welcomed.

—> So Davina (or Daphne) as they called her grow up with her parents and siblings. As loved as she was, she always felt alone and feared that it will all be taken away from her. Especially with the fact that her parents were heroes themselves, there was always a chance that they can end up hurt or worse, if not careful.

- But Bucky always made sure to tell her and every single one of his children, “Don’t worry, I’ll always come back home to you guys, no matter how long it takes.” And Sam would tell them, “You’re our kids, we will always love you and be there to tuck you in bed whenever we can.”

- Sometimes they would be gone for 2-3 days, maybe a week or a whole month leaving the kids in care of family and friends. Laurie was the oldest of the siblings, so they could handle themselves very well and or sneak off to join the fight ending with them in trouble. Benjamin being the second oldest, so he rather stay behind during the fight and stay with his sisters and friends.

- Speaking of fights and travel, when if plenty say battle isn’t place for children. Sometimes Sam and Bucky had no choice but to bring there kids with them to places like Wakanda, Stark Tower, France and or let’s say Germany for instance. Even though it was a hassle to bring children along for the ride, it was an interesting learning experience and a way to test out their kids

- And to be honest, Daph and her siblings enjoy it a little too much. Cracking jokes, running around, exploring different places and meeting interesting people, and creating new ideas among one another. It was a field trip for them sometimes.

-> And if your wondering, yes Daphnia is team #HateJohnWalker! When she found out, she was ready to take her baseball bat and wack his head with it, demanding the Shield back with a glare. Bucky couldn’t be more prouder of her in that moment laughing, meanwhile Sam rolled his eyes unable to believe what he heard.

- Random fun fact, she played baseball before she was ever adopted and had really good aim, depending on where she was hitting. It was a trait her siblings carried on as well, especially Benjamin even if he was more reserved one, he had a great aim.

- She always loved any sport that involves movement and play, soccer being one of them (since she lived in Brazil for a while). She liked to think she was rather talented when it came to that, even if she was a problem when it came to being around other kids, having a small temper and glaring at other people. Mainly, it was her insecurity that she hid underneath her own glares. 

- Matter a fact all the kids were talented in their own way ever since they were younger. Daphne when she was very little, believed at the time that she didn’t have any good talents and wasn’t as smart enough as it is. Until Sam took her out to the shopping and noticed that she stopped in front of small gymnastics building with wide eyes, softly grinning at the sight. She pleaded for him to let her walk in and see the girls, he nodded letting her watch. As she did, Daph realized she wanted to join in on the fun and dance as well. Sam couldn’t stop himself and called Bucky for his opinion on it.

- She started her classes soon enough and enjoyed it for the most part, her body was rather sore after some classes. So she wasn’t too happy about that part. When Bucky told Nat about it, the Russian spy came in shocked and said, “If she wanted to learn some acrobatics, why didn’t you come to me or Lydia? Barton would’ve showed her!” 

- Bucky just rolled his eyes and replied, “Cause she wanted that to be her own thing. And it doesn’t hurt to have some normalcy around her, Romanoff. I think it’s a good thing..” And Bucky was right about that, since he loved seeing his husband and children happy, enjoying themselves and having a break from the hero world. Hell, he goes to every talent show, buys items needed and participates in whatever is needed. Even if he’s not too happy about it at first.

- Of course as much as acrobatics were her own thing and all she ever wanted to do, so she can have that skill set. That didn’t stop the idea of having good marksmanship in her left corner, she was already good with a baseball bat and Bucky was more than happy to show the basics of how to hold/use a gun to his kids. Sam wasn’t too pleased about that idea though saying, “They’re too young!”

- And to be honest, Daph was pretty good with a gun. Swinging it swiftly and tossing the gun in her hands, holding it up to her target (which was an old target board hanging outside nearby the trees). However that didn’t mean she didn’t play around with the gun at first, holding in her hands and pretending to be a spy. “Barnes, but you can call Agent Daphnia Wilson, at your service.” She said with a giggle, humoring herself.

- Daph was always a little silly, cocky and daring. Not thinking first and asking questions later kinda gal—oops! So it lead her to getting in trouble sometimes, breaking certain curfews if she out at the movies with a friend (like with one of the young avengers), being a little lazy about things and running away from her problems like a champ. But by the end of the day, she was good girl.

-> Speaking of Young Avengers and Older Avengers. You’re probably wondering who’s her favorites are and first impression were of the teams huh? Well, here are your answers.

Steve Rogers and Natasha Romanoff were a given to being liked by her, due to her parents being friends with them. I mean come on, they are basically Captain America, The Black Widow and the rest of Cap’s Quarter.

Moving down the list Thor was always a silly man to her, hearing stories how he speaks in old English and is very noble when it comes to the things that he does. According to the stories from Sam, he was a rather loud fella with a good heart.

Clint Barton, she took a liking too finding his simple ways of life and honest charm to be a nice thing to see. Plus Clint has a similar murder stare to Bucky, so it was funny to see their resting faces when they’re in the same room together.

The man, the myth, the legend himself (or that’s at least what people like to say) Tony Stark was always one of a kind. She was very nervous to meet all of The Avengers, one of them being Stark having seen how the persona he displayed on TV screens and the stories. But in reality, Tony was just a genius goof with snarky humor, so it lighten up her mood.

It was like Bruce Banner sensed her nervousness from a mile away since she appeared in The Tower. He noticed the child behind Sam Wilson holding her jacket, leaned down to her level to kindly introduce himself to the girl and watching parents reactions. Soon enough, with Bucky leaning against the wall with a nod of encouragement, Daph started talking to Bruce with such softness and gentleness.

As for the rest of them, she met them some time later. The Young Avengers. She met the Stark siblings, Rei wasn’t in the lightest mood having no like the idea of meeting Barnes or Wilson’s kids but Olivia gave her a warm welcome and waved at her before rushing off to meet her friends at the mall.

Natasha Romanoff’s daughter Rochelle was kind enough to show her and her siblings around, chatting with them knowing it felt to be the new kids. Daph liked her reddish hair and kind smile.

Liane was something else, having been on a rambling mess when she met Daph and trying to figure out what to do with her plans. Laurie laughed as her sister snicker at the blonde, meanwhile Benji just rolled his eyes confused wanting to get away from there.

Meira was and will always be a delight to meet, since Daphnia met her that same week in The Tower’s kitchen and taste testing her new batch of cookies. They were delicious.

Speaking of food, when Daphnia met Rick she got the same warmth and kindness she remembered from being Bruce. But this time it involved snacks and jokes around his week at The Tower, she was all ears listening to him as they entered the kitchen to find some chicken nuggets.

Cole and Luna, it was more magic and fun spells when she came to see them. The two were casting some spills, when she got caught in one of them being turned into a little mouse by accident. Cole laughed as Luna worried, but they turned her back to normal soon enough.

Ethan was the 3rd sibling she met, and she thanked all the Stars and Stripes that it was a simple meeting. He was watching a movie, being Monsters Inc. when she met him the guy joining The Young Avengers for a movie night.

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Snuggles Dad!Tony stark x daughter!reader

Summary: you and your father fall asleep on the couch together <3

Warnings:

A/N: I wrote this at like 2 a.m (im tired)

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You lied down on the couch after a long day of school, and turned on your favorite movie, slightly giggling from time to time. Your father walked out of the lab heading straight to the coffee, you peeked around the couch to see who was there, "hey dad" you said half awake, he looked up at you, having not noticed you were there before "hey Y/N/N, you okay" your dad asked,

"Yeah just tired" you said yawning, your father, who had previously been making coffee to try to stay up again. Set down his drink And walked over to the couch where you were snuggled into a blanket with a small pillow under your head. "It's late, You need to go to sleep soon" your dad said given the fact that it was a school night. "Says you" tony sighed knowing that you had a point, he figured the only way to get you to sleep quickly,

Cuddles. Ever since you were a kid you always loved leaning into your father, holding onto him tightly never letting go. And so, he let out a dramatic diva sigh (im sorry i had to) and walked to the other side of the couch and laid beside you, upon seeing him just sitting there with a extended arm inviting you to come lay with him, you immediately took this chance by scooting towards him, resting your head softly against his chest, cheekbone just above his arc reactor.

Tony had his extended arm under you, elbow curled cradling your head, his other hand gently rubbing your back, you were snuggled within tonys arms, one of your arms wrapped around his waist, the other tucked under your blanket.

You both just laid there, enjoying the feeling of the others presents, slowly you started drifting off, before you could, you spoke up.

"I love you dad"

"I love you too Y/N/N"

With that, the two of you fell asleep in each others arms, your movie playing quietly in the background,

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A/N: I have zero clue if this is good or not, this is my first fic I am posting, very short for how long it took, so if you see anything I can improve, please point it out, I like writing now I guess <33333

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bridges to burn | chapter one

Summary: Struggling with the pressures of the compound, you seek an escape leading to you meeting another not much less like yourself.

Warning: Sexual Tensions and Implied Sex. Smoking. Uncontrolled Powers.

Word Count: 2030

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The first few days at the compound you tried to keep to yourself, barely leaving your room. The weight of your situation, and the simmering tension between Bucky and yourself, kept you in your own head, and you found solace in solitude. Yet, as the days went by, the four grey walls of your room started to feel like you were being locked within The Raft. 

The compound was quiet one restless night, and you decided you needed to get outside and fill your lungs with fresh air. The halls were empty as you slipped out of your room, making your way toward the grounds. The cold air of night soothed your flaring skin, a welcomed change from the suffocating indoors. 

As you reached a secluded spot near the edge of the property, you pulled out a cigarette. Fishing through your pockets, your frustration grew as you realized you’d forgotten your lighter. Quickly glancing around, you contemplated using your powers, but the fear of losing control held you back. 

Suddenly, you heard a soft click behind you. As you turned your hand began glowing as you raised it toward the sound, and you saw a man, not much older than yourself, standing there, his thumb ablaze with a small, controlled flame.  He was tall, with a chiseled jawline and an easy, confident grin. He was, clearly, the type of guy who knew exactly how good he looked and wasn’t shy about it. 

“Need a light?” he asked, the flame dancing merrily.

You couldn’t help the smile spreading across your face at the unexpected assistance. “Yeah, actually. Thanks–” you said, leaning in to light your cigarette. The tension in your shoulders eased as you took a drag, then exhaled slowly. 

“I’m Johnny,” he introduced himself, extinguishing the flame with a casual flick of his wrist, “Johnny Storm.” 

Recognizing the name, you raised an eyebrow toward him. “Wait, Johnny Storm? As in, The Human Torch, Johnny Storm?” 

“The one and only,” he said with a mock bow before shooting you a wink. “And, you must be Stark’s daughter. I’ve heard a bit about you.” 

“Yeah, that’s me,” you nodded, your tone filled with annoyance. “I’m still getting used to this place, and just needed some fresh air.” 

Leaning against a nearby tree, Johnny's posture relaxed. “I get that. This place can be a lot. Especially with all the… expectations.” 

“Tell me about it,” you muttered, taking another drag. “It feels like I’ve been under a microscope since I got here.” 

Johnny nodded sympathetically. “It’s not easy being part of a team, especially when everyone is watching your every move,” he paused, sending you a knowing look. “But, it’s not all bad, just gotta find your own rhythm.” 

Appreciating his straightforwardness, you chuckled slightly. “It’s just… I’ve never been known for playing by the rules.” 

“Rules are overrated,” he replied, his eyes sparkling with mischief. “Sometimes you’ve got to break a few to get where you’re going.” 

You smiled, and a feeling of ease coursed through your body. “I think I’m going to like you, Flame Boy.” 

He flashed that grin again, his gaze wandering over your figure, lingering a moment longer. “The feeling’s mutual, Firecracker,” he said with a playful smirk. “And by the way… you’re hot.” 

You rolled your eyes, taking his comment in stride. “Was that supposed to be a compliment, or are you just making a play on this?” Smirking, you let your irises begin to shift, their usual coloring draining away as they ignited into a fiery, glowing orange. 

Johnny’s smirk only widened as he witnessed the transformation in your eyes. “Oh, I definitely meant it as a compliment,” he said, a notch dropping in his voice. Taking a step closer, his played demeanor added a new edge of curiosity. “I bet you’re full of surprises, Firecracker.” 

You smirked, and Johnny’s eyes lingered on your glowing irises for another moment, intrigued. “Well, it has been a pleasure, but I should probably get back before Reed sends out another search party,” he quipped, flashing that grin once more. 

With a wink, Johnny stepped back, his hands raising in a casual wave. “Flame on!” he called, and instantly his body ignited in a brilliant, controlled blaze. The heat radiating from him would have been intense if you weren’t already accustomed to it. You watched in awe as the flame flickered and danced around him like they had a life of their own. Shooting into the air, he left a trail of fire as he soared back toward the compound, the fiery streak cut through the dark sky. 

As you continued to watch him disappear into the night, a voice from the shadows startled you. 

“He’s an idiot,” the low, gravelly voice of Bucky cut through the quiet, causing your entire body to flinch slightly. 

Turning sharply to see him stepping out from behind a tree, you snapped, “What the fuck is wrong with you?” The smirk tugged at the corner of his mouth, revealed by the dim light of the compound, illuminating his features. 

“I’m doing my job, babysitting a dumb little princess,” Bucky replied, his tone dry and laced with sarcasm. For a moment, his eyes flicked down to the cigarette in your hand, and his expression changed, now holding disapproval in his features. “Shouldn’t smoke: Bad for your lungs.” 

The tension simmered just below the surface as you narrowed your eyes at him. “Good job they repair themselves then, isn’t it?” you shot back, defiance edged in your voice. 

“Are you always so quick to talk back?” he asked, eyebrow raised, clearly unimpressed but slightly amused. 

“It comes with the surname,” you retorted, the glow in your eyes beginning to fade as you lifted your chin in defiance. 

Bucky took a step closer, hardening his expression. “When Stark said I’d be babysitting, I figured a quiet, sweet kid, not… whatever you are,” he smirked, voice dripping with sarcasm. 

“Ouch,” you replied with an exaggerated wince, feigning a hurt expression. “You really know how to make a girl feel special, and here I thought we were bonding.” 

Tilting his head slightly, Bucky’s gaze unwavering. “I should have known Stark couldn’t produce anything but a little brat.” 

“Hey,” you snapped, your temper beginning to flare as you took a step closer to him, almost closing the distance between you. “You haven’t earned the right to call me that yet.” 

“Yet?” Bucky echoed, his smirk growing as a challenge flashed in his eyes. 

For a moment, neither of you moved, the tensions locked you in a silent battle of wills. Neither one of you was backing down, your eyes daring each other to make the next move. 

Bucky’s gaze was intense, his eyes searching deeply into yours as if trying to figure you out. Finally, he broke the silence, his voice low and filled with annoyance. “Just stay out of trouble, Princess. I’m not here to play games.” 

“Please,” you let out a short laugh, rolling your eyes and crossing your arms over your chest. “If anyone’s trouble around here, it’s you… Winter Soldier.” 

His smirk returned, this time more amused than before. “At least I know what I'm doing. You? You’re a walking hazard waiting to happen.” 

You couldn’t let him see that his words stung more than you’d like to admit. Your heart pounded against your chest, and you couldn’t place the tightening in your throat. The space between you dwindled to almost nothing as the frustration bubbled up within you, threatening to spill. 

“You don’t know a damn thing about me,” you hissed, your voice remaining steady despite the storm brewing inside you. You managed to keep your composure, refusing to let him see you rattled. 

His face was mere inches from yours, his proximity caused you to feel his breath against your skin, and his voice was low, almost a growl.  “I don’t have to know you to see what’s right in front of me,” he replied, his tone cold and unyielding. 

His words lingered, sharp and cutting, leaving you torn. For another moment, you stood there, breathing beginning to pick up pace and eyes locked in a fierce stare. But, something shifted in Bucky’s gaze– a flicker of something softer. His jaw tightened as he broke the stare, glancing away toward the compound. 

“Look,” he muttered, his voice gruff and lacking the earlier bite. “I’m not here to make your life hell. I just… I’ve seen what happens when people are careless. I don’t want that for you.” 

Surprised, your defenses faltered for a brief second. Shaking your head, you quickly rebuilt them, refusing to give him the satisfaction of knowing he had gotten through to you, even if for a second. 

“I can take care of myself,” you scoffed. “I’ve been doing it for a long time.” 

Carrying a weight, heavier than either of you would admit, the words hung between you. Creating a distance, Bucky turned, stepping back, a relieving yet strangely disorienting feeling rushed through your body. 

“Just… be careful,” he said over his shoulder, his voice almost reluctant. Before waiting for a response, Bucky walked back off into the shadows, leaving you standing, the night feeling colder than ever before. 

Your mind raced with everything that had just happened, and for a moment longer, you stood there, staring after him. And, the more you thought about the conversation, the more frustrated you became. 

Then, with a sigh, you stomped out your cigarette, embers hissing as they met the ground. Your thoughts churned as you turned on your heel and made your way back to the compound. 

~

Back inside the compound, the halls remained quiet as you wandered back to your room, your mind replaying the confrontation with Bucky. Wrapped up in your thoughts, you didn’t notice the large figure leaning against the wall until you almost walked into him. 

“Woah there, Firecracker,” the playful voice of Johnny snapped you out of your daze. Stopping short, you looked up to see his grin, the same one that had begun etching itself into your memory. 

“J-Johnny,” you shuttered, more of a surprise than anything else. 

“Fancy meeting you here,” he quipped, his eyes sparking with mischief before sending you a wink. “What’s got you so deep in thought? Looked like you were about to walk right through me.” 

For a moment, you hesitated, but then you shook your head, deciding to not burden him with the Bucky situation. “Nothing I can’t handle,” you replied, forcing a smirk across your lips, matching his energy.

Clearly unconvinced, Johnny raised an eyebrow but did not press further. Instead, pushed his body off the wall and took a step closer, his gaze scanned your face as if he was trying to read what you weren’t saying. 

“Well… if you’re ever looking for a distraction,” he began, his tone dropping to something slightly more serious. “I’d be more than happy to oblige.” 

You couldn’t help the smirk that tugged at your lips, grow. There was something about Johnny that made it hard to stay angry but also, made you want to release all that fury and chaos swirling within you, out on him. 

“Is that right?” you teased, your eyes meeting his, an unspoken understanding charging the air between you. 

“Absolutely,” Johnny replied in a low voice, his once playful manner giving way to something more intense. “So, what do you say, Firecracker? Wanna blow off some steam?” 

You felt your heart skip a beat, but the double meaning in his words did not get lost on you. And, without fully thinking it through, you grabbed Johnny by the front of his suit, pulling him closer. 

“Come on, Flame Boy,” you murmured, your voice low and barely a whisper. “I’ve got just the place.” 

Without waiting for his response, you led him through the halls toward your room. His surprise quickly morphed into anticipation as he followed. Then, when you reached your door, you pushed it open and pulled the man inside with you. 

Right then, you didn’t want to think. Not about Bucky, the compound, nor the weight of your own existence. Just the fire, and the heat. 

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BRAT TAMER— dark! bucky barnes

WARNINGS: dark themes, suggestive scenes, daddy issues, fighting

You were used to being the one in control, used to bending people to your will with nothing more than a smile, a laugh, and the slightest touch. But Bucky—Bucky was different. You could feel it in the pit of your stomach, this sensation that had your pulse quickening and your hands trembling. You weren’t sure if it was fear or excitement, but it felt like both.

You hadn’t been ready for him to walk away.

But that was a mistake you wouldn’t make again.

You stormed toward the door, hands shaking, grabbing the doorknob with intent. You were done with games. If Bucky wanted control, then you’d show him what it meant to push you. You’d prove that you wouldn’t back down.

The door swung open. The hallway outside was eerily quiet, but Bucky wasn’t far. You knew exactly where he’d be. And you were ready to make him feel what you had been feeling—the desperate, gnawing want to cross a line you couldn’t un-cross.

You found him in the living room, standing by the large windows, his back to you, staring out over the skyline. His posture was tense, the muscles in his shoulders rigid, as if he was holding himself back from something.

You had no intention of waiting.

You crossed the room quickly, your heels clicking sharply on the floor, each step taking you closer to him, closer to whatever hell this might turn into.

You stopped right behind him, pressing yourself against his back, feeling the heat of his body through his shirt. Your breath was shallow, your lips brushing his ear as you whispered, “You’re not walking away from me.”

Bucky stiffened under your touch, but he didn’t turn around. He didn’t even move. There was something in his stillness that made the hairs on the back of your neck stand up.

“I told you,” he said, his voice low and deliberate. “You’re mine now, princess. And you won’t get away with what you just did.”

His words hit you like a wave, leaving you breathless but daring you to push harder. You reached up, threading your fingers through his hair, tugging him back just enough to expose the sharp line of his jaw.

“You think you can control me?” You bit your lip, your voice barely a whisper, the challenge laced with something darker. “I’m not some little toy you can break.”

Bucky’s head turned slightly, his gaze locking onto yours, that dangerous glint flickering in his eyes. The air between you two was thick now, suffocating, filled with something too powerful to ignore. “Are you sure about that, doll? Because I’m pretty sure 5 minutes ago you were begging for my cock.”

His hands moved to your waist in an instant, the grip tightening so hard you gasped. He spun you around in one fluid motion, pinning you against the wall again. This time, you didn’t resist. You didn’t dare.

“I don’t need to break you, princess,” he said, his lips just inches from your ear, his breath hot and heavy. “I just need to remind you who’s in charge.”

You tilted your head back, trying to hold onto some semblance of control, but his presence, his strength, had you feeling small in a way you couldn’t explain. “I’m not scared of you,” you managed to whisper, though your heart was pounding hard enough for him to hear it.

“Hm” Bucky muttered. His hand slid down your side, fingers brushing against the curve of your hip before gripping you again, this time pulling you closer. The force of it left you gasping for air, his body pressed against yours with an intensity that stole your breath.

“You should be,” he whispered, his voice low and dark. “You don’t get to toy with me like you do everyone else. You think this is some game? You want me to be jealous? Want me to prove you’re mine?”

Before you could respond, Bucky leaned in, his lips crashing against yours, not gentle or teasing, but with a force that left no room for resistance. His tongue pushed into your mouth, claiming it with a hunger that left your body trembling.

His hands were everywhere now, his fingers digging into your skin, possessive and controlling, making it clear that you were in no position to play games anymore. His lips parted from yours, but only to trail down the curve of your neck, his breath hot against your skin.

“You don’t get to walk away from me,” he said, voice dripping with authority. “You don’t get to go flirting with anyone else, pretending like I’m not the one who owns you.”

You swallowed hard, the weight of his words sinking in. You had crossed a line you couldn’t come back from.

But in this moment, you didn’t want to.

The tension in the air was so thick you could cut it with a knife. Tony sat across from you, his fingers gripped tightly around his glass, the ice clinking as it spun in a slow circle. His eyes were locked on you, the disgust and frustration radiating off him like heat waves.

“Do you even know what’s being said about you in the papers?” he asked, his voice tight, controlled, but the anger underneath it was unmistakable. “The headlines, Y/N. They’re calling you a slut. They’re calling you a disgrace.”

You didn’t flinch. You’d heard it all before. But the words still stung, deep down. You shrugged, nonchalant, crossing your arms over your chest, leaning back in the chair like you were untouchable.

“And why do you care?” you shot back, your voice dripping with bitterness. “What, are you embarrassed by me now, Dad? All these rich, old men—yeah, they get off on calling me their ‘little princess.’ But you can’t stand it, can you? That your precious little girl doesn’t live up to your goddamn standards.”

Tony’s face tightened, the muscle in his jaw twitching. “I don’t care what they call you, Y/N. What I care about is how far you’ve gone. What you’ve become. You’re dating men who are my age—hell, some are older—and it makes me sick to my stomach.”

You scoffed, looking away. “I’m sure it’s hard for you to swallow, huh? The idea that I could actually get what I want without you having any control over it. You’ve spent my whole life telling me what to do, what to wear, how to behave. And now that I’m actually doing what I want… you want to punish me for it?”

Tony slammed his glass down on the table, his eyes narrowing. “This isn’t about punishment, Y/N. This is about you losing your sense of self. You think this is freedom, but it’s not. You’re throwing yourself at men who could be your grandfather—men who only want one thing from you.” His voice was low, disgusted. “And now Morgan’s asking questions about you. Every damn day, she wants to know where you are, what you’re doing, why you’re acting this way.”

You turned your face, a sharp pain darting through your chest as his words hit too close to home. “You don’t get it, do you? You never did. Morgan looks up to me. She thinks I have all the answers, that I know how to be strong, how to be… how to be you.” You spat the last word out like venom, before turning to meet his gaze again. “But you don’t even look at me the same way anymore. You give her everything you never gave me.”

Tony’s eyes softened, but the anger was still burning, deep in his gut. He exhaled sharply, like he was trying to steady himself. “That’s not true, Y/N. I’ve always tried to be there for you. But you—” He cut himself off, shaking his head in frustration. “You never wanted to be helped. You’ve spent your life rejecting everything I’ve tried to do for you. I was there for you, but you wouldn’t let me in.”

You laughed bitterly, the sound hollow. “You think you were there for me? You were too busy with work, with your damn empire. You were so busy trying to be the genius billionaire playboy, that I had to take care of myself. I had to raise myself. I never asked for your help because you were never there. And when you were, you just… you made it clear that I wasn’t enough. That I was never going to be good enough for you.”

Tony’s eyes flashed with hurt, but there was a coldness that settled in his voice as he spoke again. “I did the best I could, Y/N. I gave you everything. But you—you took everything for granted. All the money, all the attention, all the freedom… and now look at you. You’ve become a joke.”

You stood up, the anger inside you suddenly boiling over. “A joke? A joke?” You paced, your voice rising. “Is that all I am to you? A failure? A disappointment? Is that what you’ve been thinking this whole time?”

Tony stood up too, his face red with frustration, but it was clear he was trying to stay calm. “You’re my daughter. And you’re out of control. You’re sleeping with men who are older than me, who only want you for one thing, and you don’t even see it. You don’t care how it makes you look. It’s not just about you, Y/N. You’ve got people looking up to you, including Morgan. And when you act like this, you’re hurting her, too.”

You stopped dead in your tracks, your eyes narrowing as a thought sparked in your head. “Oh, so now you’re the hero, huh? You’re the one who’s supposed to save me from myself?” Your tone was mocking, bitter. “You were never there for me when I needed you the most. And now you’re just going to throw Morgan in my face? You think I don’t know that? You think I don’t know that she’s the golden child? The one you never stopped giving all your attention to? I see it. I always did. You dote on her like she’s perfect, like she’s everything I wasn’t.”

Tony’s face tightened, his eyes narrowing as he took a step forward. “Don’t you dare bring Morgan into this. She’s a child. She looks up to you, Y/N. She wants to be like you, and you’re pushing her away. You’re dragging her into your mess, and I can’t stand it anymore.”

You sneered at him, a cold laugh escaping your lips. “Don’t worry, Dad. You won’t have to worry about her. She’ll grow up and realize how fake you are, just like I did. But you know what?” You let the words hang between you, before throwing them at him like daggers. “I bet you’re real disappointed in me, huh? So disappointed you can’t even look at me without wanting to puke.”

You could see the way Tony flinched, but you weren’t done. You needed to get back at him for everything. You needed to hurt him like he’d hurt you. And there was one thing you knew would do just that.

“I did it,” you said, your voice lowering, dripping with malice. “I slept with him. Bucky. You know, the one who really knows how to appreciate me.”

Tony froze, his face going pale. His lips parted, but no words came out at first.

“You—” He stuttered, unable to form a coherent thought. “You slept with Bucky?” The words felt like a slap to his face, his disbelief turning to something darker. “I don’t believe it. You… you’ve lost your mind.”

But you didn’t care. You smirked, leaning back as if the words didn’t affect you. “Yeah, I did. Does that anger you daddy dearest?”

Tony stood there, silent, his entire body trembling with a mixture of anger and disgust. “You have no idea what you’ve done, Y/N. No idea how much you’ve just destroyed.”

But all you could do was smile, the thrill of watching him squirm washing over you like a wave.

You couldn’t help the thrill of satisfaction that bubbled up inside you, the sense of power at seeing him so broken. You crossed your arms, tilting your head slightly as you looked at him. “Yeah. I did. And I bet it bothers you, doesn’t it? The thought of your precious Bucky—your friend, your soldier—having me. What’s the matter, Dad? Can’t handle the fact that I’m not the perfect little girl you want me to be?”

Tony took a step back, his breath coming in short, angry bursts. His eyes darted toward the door as though he wanted to leave, but he was rooted to the spot, his mind clearly struggling to process everything.

“Y/N, this—this is… I don’t know what to say anymore.” His voice was shaking with fury. “You’re completely out of control. You have no idea what you’ve just done, do you? Bucky’s—he’s—he’s someone I trust, someone I’ve fought beside. And you—” He cut himself off, unable to even finish the sentence, as if the idea of you and Bucky together was too vile for him to comprehend.

“Is it because he’s older? Because he’s not your kind of man?” You taunted, your words sharp, slicing through his anger like a knife. “Oh, wait—he’s not rich enough for you, right? He doesn’t have the power and the control that you do. That’s what this is really about, isn’t it?”

You could see the muscles in Tony’s jaw tighten, but he didn’t speak immediately. His mind was clearly racing, trying to process this new betrayal. After what felt like an eternity, he finally spoke again, his voice hard and cold. “I’m not mad about the age gap, Y/N. I’m not mad about Bucky. I’m disgusted by how reckless you’ve been with your body. You’ve crossed a line. You’ve crossed my line. This is something I’ll never, ever be able to forgive.”

You rolled your eyes, the satisfaction quickly fading into irritation. “You don’t even get it. You never got me. All you’ve ever cared about is control. You think I care about your lines? About your rules? I’m not your perfect little puppet anymore. I’m not Morgan.”

At the mention of Morgan’s name, Tony’s expression turned dark. “Don’t you dare bring her into this. She looks up to you. She thinks you have it all together. You think she doesn’t notice what you’re doing? What you’ve become?” He ran a hand through his hair, exasperated. “She’s asking about you all the time, about why you’re always out with men who are old enough to be your grandfather. And you know what I tell her? I tell her nothing.”

Your heart skipped, a pang of guilt crashing through you for the first time. It was brief, but it was there—Morgan looked up to you, and you’d never seen it until now. The realization stung more than it should have.

“You really think she’s better than me?” you snapped, immediately recoiling from the emotion. “You think she’s the good one? The one you should’ve been paying attention to when I was her age? You never cared about me the way you do her. You were always too busy for me, and now you’re going to act like you’re the goddamn savior of this family?”

Tony’s hands clenched into fists again, his face growing redder with each word you said. His voice was almost a growl when he spoke. “You’re acting like a child, Y/N. A spoiled, selfish, reckless child. You’ve broken my heart, and not just with Bucky. You’ve broken it over and over. Every time you reject my help, every time you sleep with men who don’t care about you, every time you chase after attention instead of trying to fix what’s broken inside you. You’ve become everything I didn’t want for you, and you’ve dragged Morgan into it too.”

You stood, feeling an overwhelming sense of power as Tony’s words rattled in your chest. You walked towards him, your gaze cold, your body stiff with anger.

“I never asked for your help, Tony,” you spat, venom lacing your words. “You never gave it to me when I needed it. And now you act like I owe you something? Like I’m supposed to be the perfect daughter just because you gave me a roof over my head and some money?”

“You owe me your respect,” Tony said, the frustration boiling over. “You owe me the decency of at least trying to be better, not this… this mess you’ve turned into. The way you’re treating yourself. The way you’re treating me.”

You sneered, ignoring the tightness in your chest that came with hearing his words. “Respect? From you? You don’t even respect me. You never have.” The words spilled out, raw and unfiltered. “You gave me money and things, but you never gave me love. You gave Morgan everything, and now I’m just a shadow of your expectations. It’s always been about what you wanted.”

Tony’s eyes widened as your words hit their mark. It was true; he hadn’t been there for you the way you needed. But the guilt that simmered beneath the surface was something you tried desperately to shove aside.

“I don’t know how to fix this, Y/N,” Tony said quietly, his voice almost breaking. “I really don’t. I don’t know what happened to my daughter.”

A long silence passed between you two. The weight of the years, of everything unsaid, hung heavily in the room.

Then, finally, you broke the silence. “I don’t care. You don’t get to tell me what to do anymore. Not after everything you’ve done. Not after everything you didn’t do.”

You turned and walked away, leaving Tony standing there, his face a mixture of hurt, anger, and disbelief. You didn’t feel guilt—not anymore.

But as you left, the thought gnawed at you. Did you really want to be this broken? Did you want to keep tearing everything apart just to feel something?

It had been three days since that fight. Three days since you’d told Tony exactly what you thought of him, and you hadn’t heard from him since.

Not that you cared. Not that you’d admit it, anyway.

You stared at the ceiling of your apartment, the same white surface you’d looked at countless times before, but now it seemed… different. It felt distant, cold, as if the walls themselves were closing in on you. You sat cross-legged on your bed, a glass of whiskey in your hand, the amber liquid swirling lazily as you stared at nothing.

The silence in the room was deafening, and for the first time, you wondered if you’d gone too far.

Had you? Or was this the only way to make him see you? Make him finally feel something?

Tony had never been the father you needed. He gave you everything—money, cars, gifts—but he never gave you love. Not the way you wanted it. Not the way Morgan seemed to get it. She was his perfect little angel. The one he doted on, the one he praised, the one who didn’t make mistakes, who didn’t make him feel like an absolute failure.

It ate at you, gnawing at your insides. How could he give Morgan everything that you’d always wanted and needed? She was a kid. She had the world at her feet. And here you were—broken, lost, with a heart too shattered to pick up the pieces.

You took another sip of the whiskey, feeling the warmth spread through you. But it didn’t numb the ache. Nothing could. Not anymore.

When Tony had looked at you with that disappointed, betrayed expression… that was when the dam inside you broke. You’d never seen him look so small, so human. For once, it wasn’t him trying to control everything, trying to fix everything. It was him, broken, just like you.

And that thought—that realization—was what scared you. Because despite everything you’d said, despite every cruel word that had come out of your mouth, you’d felt something. Guilt. Remorse. It was brief, fleeting, but it was there.

You had made Tony feel something. And for the first time in your life, you realized that you needed that.

But you couldn’t go back. Not now.

You leaned forward, placing the glass on the bedside table with a small clink. Your fingers tightened into fists as you buried your face in your hands. The bitterness inside you rose again. You had spent years craving his attention, his love, and every time he had failed you, you found a new way to make him hurt. And now, you’d finally done it. You’d pushed him so far that he couldn’t reach you anymore.

You had nothing left to give.

The fight with Tony wasn’t just about him. It was about you. Your need for validation, your need for love. But that wasn’t something Tony could ever give you. Not in the way you wanted. He wasn’t capable of it, and that was something you had to face.

A knock at the door pulled you from your thoughts, and you wiped your eyes, surprised to find them wet. You stood slowly, your heart racing. You didn’t want to see anyone. Not now.

But the knock came again, louder this time.

You hesitated for a moment before finally dragging yourself to the door. You opened it, only to be greeted by the last person you expected.

Bucky.

Your breath caught in your throat, and for a moment, neither of you spoke. He stood in the hallway, leaning casually against the doorframe, but you could see the tension in his posture. He hadn’t been the one to knock, but here he was. No one else came by anymore.

“What are you doing here?” you finally asked, your voice quieter than you intended.

Bucky gave you a look that almost made your knees weak. He stepped inside without waiting for you to invite him.

“You don’t look so good,” he said, his voice laced with concern. He closed the door behind him, his eyes scanning your apartment with a sharp, almost possessive gaze. “What happened?”

You bristled, instinctively pushing away the hint of warmth that started to spread through you. “Nothing. I’m fine.”

Bucky raised an eyebrow, a slight smirk playing at the corners of his lips. “Really? Because you look like you’ve been avoiding mirrors for the past few days.” His tone was teasing, but you could tell there was more underneath.

You didn’t reply. You couldn’t. The walls you’d built around yourself were crumbling with every word he spoke. You didn’t want to let him in. You couldn’t.

“You know, I don’t usually check up on people,” Bucky continued, stepping closer, his voice low. “But when it comes to you, it seems… different. So, what’s going on?”

For a moment, you considered pushing him out, telling him to leave. But the truth was, you didn’t want to be alone. You never really did.

“I… I messed up,” you whispered, your voice cracking slightly. You fought the urge to break down in front of him. But you couldn’t stop it. “I said things to him… things I didn’t mean. To Tony. And now he’s—he’s not talking to me. He’s done with me.”

Bucky’s expression softened, his gaze never leaving you. He stepped closer until he was just a few inches away, his presence overwhelming. You couldn’t bring yourself to pull away.

“You don’t know that,” he said quietly, his voice almost comforting. “He’s just… angry. He’ll come around. He’s not done with you, not yet.”

You swallowed hard, the words scraping at your throat. “But I pushed him away. I wanted him to care, and then when he finally did, I—” You cut yourself off, the anger bubbling up again. “I couldn’t stand how he looked at me. Like I was some… mistake.”

Bucky’s expression turned serious. “We’re all mistakes, Y/N. But that doesn’t mean we don’t deserve love.”

You bit your lip to hold back the sob that threatened to escape. His words hit harder than you expected.

“Why do you care?” you asked suddenly, meeting his eyes with a mix of defiance and vulnerability. “You don’t have to care about me.”

Bucky stepped even closer, the air between you thick with unspoken tension. His voice dropped to a whisper. “Maybe I do care. Maybe it’s not just Tony who’s been worried about you.”

The words settled in the room, hanging in the air like a heavy storm cloud.

You looked up at him, and for a moment, you didn’t know what to say. Maybe Bucky cared. Maybe he didn’t. But in that moment, you didn’t care about the answers. You just needed someone to listen. Someone to see you, even if you didn’t deserve it.

“Just… don’t leave me alone, okay?” you whispered, your voice barely audible.

Bucky didn’t say a word. Instead, he reached out, gently brushing a strand of hair from your face, his touch sending a shiver down your spine.

“I’m not going anywhere,” he said softly, pulling you into him. You didn’t fight it.

For once, you let yourself feel something.

Maybe Bucky was right. Maybe it was time to stop running.

But then again, you weren’t sure if you could ever stop.

The room was still, and the quiet moments between you and Bucky felt almost suffocating. He held you close, not saying anything, but the comforting pressure of his arms around you was enough to make you feel… seen. Something you hadn’t felt in a long time.

You leaned into him, burying your face in his chest, trying to block out the world, trying to forget everything that had happened. But you couldn’t. It was all too fresh, too raw.

You had pushed Tony away. You had done it because you were angry, but now that anger seemed pointless. The guilt weighed heavier than anything else. And no matter how many times you tried to justify your actions, you couldn’t shake the fact that you had crossed a line with your father. You weren’t sure you could go back from this.

Bucky didn’t say anything at first. His hand gently ran through your hair, and you felt the tension in your shoulders ease, though the knot in your stomach remained.

“You don’t have to do this alone,” he said, breaking the silence. “I know you think you do, but you don’t.”

You pulled away just enough to look up at him. His blue eyes were soft, but there was something darker beneath them—something you couldn’t quite place.

“I’ve always done it alone,” you muttered, your voice thick with bitterness. “Tony made sure of that.”

Bucky’s grip on you tightened, as if he were afraid you might slip away from him entirely. “That’s not true. He might have screwed up, but he didn’t make you do anything. You made the choice, and now you’re paying for it.”

You scowled, pulling away completely, pushing yourself up from the bed. The distance felt necessary, but the moment you moved away, you regretted it. The space between you felt too large, too cold. You couldn’t escape the mess you’d made, even if you tried.

“I’m not a child anymore, Bucky,” you snapped, your voice rising. “I don’t need Tony hovering over me all the time. He never gave me the attention I needed when I was younger, and now he just wants to act like I’m some fragile thing he has to protect.”

Bucky stood up slowly, his movements deliberate. “You’re not fragile,” he said firmly, walking toward you. “But that doesn’t mean you don’t need someone. And it doesn’t mean you have to destroy yourself just to prove a point.”

You rolled your eyes, turning your back on him as you walked toward the window. The view from your apartment was as cold and empty as you felt inside.

“I don’t know what you want from me, Bucky,” you said quietly, staring out at the city. “Tony… he’s always favored Morgan. He’s always given her the attention I wanted. The love I needed. And I… I don’t know how to fix that. I don’t know how to get him to look at me the way he looks at her.”

Bucky was quiet for a long time. You could feel his presence behind you, but you couldn’t turn around. The vulnerability you were showing was too much. You didn’t want him to see you like this.

“You want him to love you the way you deserve,” Bucky said softly. “But he’s human, Y/N. He makes mistakes. He’s not perfect. None of us are.”

Your heart skipped a beat at his words, and you could feel the walls inside you beginning to crack. But you couldn’t—you couldn’t—let him in. Not completely.

“He doesn’t care,” you whispered. “He never will.”

“You’re wrong,” Bucky’s voice was almost a growl, like he was frustrated with you, but not angry—just… concerned. “He does care. But you’re so busy pushing him away that you can’t even see it.”

The weight of his words hit you harder than anything else, and for a moment, all you could do was stand there, your hands clenched into fists by your sides. The anger that had simmered in you for so long was slowly turning into something else—a strange mix of frustration, longing, and regret.

“I… I don’t know what to do anymore,” you whispered, your voice barely audible. “I just want to feel like I matter to him.”

Bucky was behind you now, his presence enveloping you. His breath was warm against your neck as he spoke. “You matter. You always have. You just need to stop trying to prove it with stupid decisions that are only going to hurt you in the end.”

You turned to face him then, your eyes meeting his. His gaze was intense, unwavering. “I’m not like you, Bucky,” you said, your voice cracking. “I don’t have your strength. I don’t know how to be better. I just keep messing everything up.”

Bucky reached out and cupped your face gently in his hands, tilting your chin up so that you had no choice but to meet his eyes. “You don’t have to be perfect, Y/N. You just have to try. That’s all any of us can do.”

His words, so simple yet so powerful, hit you like a punch to the gut. You’d never heard anyone speak to you like that before. No one had ever made you feel like you could actually be something other than the disappointment you saw yourself as.

But you weren’t ready to accept that. Not yet.

“I don’t know if I can,” you whispered, your voice breaking.

Bucky’s thumb traced along your jawline, his touch gentle but firm. “Then you’ll let me help you, won’t you?”

Your heart raced as you stared up at him, the weight of his offer hanging in the air. You could feel the pull between you, the chemistry that had always been there, even when you tried to push him away.

But it wasn’t just about you anymore. It was about Tony. It was about proving to him that you could be something more than a lost cause. Something more than the girl who kept pushing everyone away.

Bucky’s gaze softened, his hand dropping to your arm, his fingers lightly brushing over your skin. “I’m not going to leave you, Y/N,” he said softly, his voice like a promise. “But you need to stop running.”

You let out a shaky breath and nodded, though you didn’t know if you were ready to stop running just yet.

But, for the first time in days, you didn’t feel quite so alone.

The tension in Tony’s office was suffocating. The door had barely shut behind Bucky when Tony turned to face him, arms crossed over his chest, his expression a storm of anger and disgust.

“You want to explain to me what the fuck you were thinking?” Tony’s voice was dangerously low, almost calm, but Bucky knew better. That was the kind of calm that came before the explosion.

Bucky stood firm, arms at his sides, his expression unreadable. “I don’t owe you an explanation, Stark.”

Tony scoffed, running a hand down his face, as if trying to hold himself together. “The hell you don’t. That’s my daughter, Barnes.” His voice cracked slightly at the word, the weight of it pressing into the space between them. “Do you even know what you’ve done?”

Bucky’s jaw clenched. “She’s not a kid, Tony.”

“Oh, don’t give me that bullshit,” Tony snapped, stepping closer. “I don’t care how old she is. I don’t care how reckless she is, or how many mistakes she’s made. She’s mine to protect, not yours to fucking corrupt.”

Bucky’s eyes darkened at that. “Corrupt?” He let out a sharp, humorless laugh. “You really don’t see her, do you? You think she’s some fragile little girl you can keep locked up? She’s been looking for a way out of your shadow her entire life.”

Tony’s face twisted with something almost like pain, but it was buried under layers of frustration. “And you thought the best way to help was to fuck her?”

Bucky took a step forward now, closing the distance between them. He wasn’t intimidated by Tony Stark. He’d faced worse men. “She came to me,” he said lowly, voice edged with warning. “She’s been drowning in your expectations, in your neglect. You think you’ve protected her? All you did was push her into the arms of men who don’t give a damn about her. Rich old bastards who just see her as another pretty thing to own.”

Tony’s hands curled into fists at his sides. “And you’re different?”

Bucky didn’t flinch. “Yeah,” he said. “I am.”

Tony let out a bitter laugh. “You’re delusional. You think you can fix her? That she’s some broken little bird you can save?” He shook his head. “She’s been using men like you for years, Barnes. She doesn’t love you. You’re just another thrill to her. A challenge.”

Bucky’s jaw tightened, but he didn’t look away. He’d entertained the same thoughts himself, but he knew her. Knew the way she looked at him wasn’t the same way she looked at those other men.

Tony took his silence as confirmation. “That’s what I thought.” He exhaled sharply, looking more exhausted than angry now. “I should’ve seen this coming,” he muttered, mostly to himself. “She’s been running headfirst into disaster since she was a teenager. This is just another way to piss me off.”

Bucky’s expression flickered at that. “Maybe if you’d actually paid attention to her, she wouldn’t have to.”

That hit a nerve. Tony’s eyes snapped to his, something dangerous flashing in them. “You don’t get to lecture me about being a father, Barnes. You don’t know what it’s like. You don’t know what it’s like to try—to do everything you can and still watch your kid spiral because nothing you do is ever enough.”

For the first time, Bucky didn’t have a quick retort.

Tony inhaled sharply, forcing himself to regain control. “She’s got you wrapped around her finger, just like she does with everyone else. She’s a spoiled, reckless brat, and she will ruin you if you let her.”

Bucky’s lips pressed into a thin line. “She’s not ruining me.”

Tony tilted his head, studying him. “Then what are you gonna do when she gets bored?” His voice was lower now, almost pitying. “Because she will. She always does.”

Bucky didn’t answer right away. He knew that’s what Tony wanted—to plant that seed of doubt, to make him question everything. But Bucky wasn’t going to fall for it.

“She’s not leaving me,” he said finally, voice even.

Tony let out another humorless chuckle. “Jesus Christ,” he muttered, shaking his head. “You really believe that, don’t you?”

Bucky’s silence was answer enough.

Tony exhaled through his nose, shoulders tense. “You think you’ve tamed her, huh? That you’re the exception? You’re not.” He took a step back, running a hand through his hair. “You’re just another mistake she’s gonna regret.”

Bucky’s eyes darkened. “We’ll see about that.”

Tony looked at him for a long moment, his expression unreadable. Then, finally, he spoke.

“Stay away from her.”

Bucky smirked, tilting his head slightly. “Or what?”

Tony’s lips pressed into a thin line. “Or I will make your life hell.”

Bucky didn’t waver. “Try me.”

Tony stared at him for another second before shaking his head in frustration. “You’re a real piece of work, Barnes,” he muttered, turning away.

Bucky didn’t move as Tony walked past him, the air thick with unspoken words. This wasn’t over—not by a long shot.

And they both knew it.

[worldsmessiestwriter]

Maybe.

tw - heartbreak :(

word count - 959

Peter Parker x Stark! Reader

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The Stark Tower was usually buzzing with life—Tony in his lab tinkering with his latest invention, the Avengers dropping in and out between missions, and Y/N Stark doing her best to keep up with the chaos. But ever since the breakup, the Tower had felt… quieter.

At least for her.

Peter Parker had a talent for avoiding her, and he did it so well she sometimes wondered if he was using his Spider-Man stealth just to dodge her presence.

Case in point: earlier that day, she’d walked into the kitchen to grab coffee and found him already there. He had been mid-sip when their eyes met, and before she could even muster a “hey,” he mumbled something about needing to fix something for Tony and bolted.

It hurt.

It wasn’t like Y/N wanted to hash things out or relive their breakup. She just… missed him. She missed their late-night talks about everything and nothing, his dumb science jokes, the way his hand always found hers when they watched movies on the couch.

But now? He was practically a ghost.

That night, Y/N sat curled up on the couch in the common area, a blanket wrapped around her shoulders as she stared out the window at the city lights. Her laptop sat open next to her, but she couldn’t focus on anything.

Her mind wandered, as it so often did these days, to the “what-ifs.”

Maybe I’ll see him at Christmas, she thought, a bittersweet smile tugging at her lips. Maybe he’ll walk in, all awkward and fidgety, and we’ll laugh like none of this ever happened. Maybe things could go back to the way they were.

She pictured him sitting across from her at the Stark family Christmas dinner, nervously chatting with Pepper while Tony teased him about his haircut. She could almost hear the sound of his laugh, feel the warmth of his hand brushing against hers under the table.

But the image dissolved as quickly as it came, leaving a hollow ache in its place.

Maybe I’ll see him at New Year’s, she thought. Maybe he’ll show up just before midnight, and we’ll accidentally find ourselves standing under the same mistletoe. And maybe…

She shook her head, wiping at her eyes. “Get a grip, Y/N,” she muttered to herself.

Over the next few days, Y/N threw herself into anything that could distract her—helping Pepper plan an event, running errands for Tony, even taking up one of Natasha’s grueling training routines. But no matter how busy she kept herself, the fantasies found her.

Maybe one day I’ll get married, she thought one night as she flipped through an old photo album. She imagined Peter standing at the mic during her wedding toast, his voice cracking as he told a story about how stubborn she was, making everyone laugh and cry in the same breath. She imagined catching her dad wiping away tears—a rare sight.

Maybe our kids will be best friends, she mused the next day, watching Morgan Stark play with her dolls. She pictured Peter’s child—a little boy with his curly hair and curious brown eyes—sitting next to her own, their heads bent together as they built LEGO towers in the living room.

Maybe we’d live down the street from each other, she thought wistfully. Maybe we’d wave hello every morning and share coffee on lazy Sundays, like nothing had ever gone wrong.

The “maybes” wouldn’t leave her alone, no matter how much she tried to push them away.

The final straw came when Y/N walked into the lab one evening and found Peter working quietly at one of the stations. He was wearing the same hoodie she used to borrow, his hair a little messy like it always got when he was focused.

He didn’t notice her at first, but when she cleared her throat, he froze.

“Oh,” he said, standing up straight. “Uh, hi.”

“Hi,” she replied softly.

An awkward silence filled the room, and Y/N could feel the weight of everything unsaid pressing down on her.

“I…” She hesitated, her fingers curling into the hem of her sweater. “I feel like I should say something, but I don’t know what.”

Peter’s eyes flicked to hers, and for the first time in weeks, she saw a flicker of the boy she used to know. “I know what you mean,” he said quietly.

They stood there for a moment, the distance between them feeling both too small and too vast.

“I miss you,” Y/N blurted out, the words tumbling from her lips before she could stop them.

Peter’s eyes softened, and he took a small step closer. “I miss you too.”

Her heart ached at his confession, but it wasn’t enough to bridge the gap. Not yet.

“Do you ever think about… us?” she asked hesitantly.

“All the time,” he admitted, his voice barely above a whisper. “Sometimes I think about what could’ve been, and it kills me. But then I think about how I hurt you, and—”

“You didn’t hurt me,” she interrupted, her voice breaking. “I mean, yeah, it hurt, but… I don’t regret us. Not for a second.”

Peter looked at her with an expression she couldn’t quite read—hopeful, regretful, and something else she didn’t dare name.

“Maybe,” he said softly, “someday we can figure it out.”

Y/N swallowed hard, blinking back tears. “Maybe.”

He gave her a small, sad smile, and then, just like always, he left.

That night, as Y/N sat alone in her room, she thought about his words. Maybe someday. It wasn’t much, but it was enough to keep her going.

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[anuncalledbridge]

Leap of faith

Summary: you didn't expect you'd be pulled into a verse where there is no Avenger, no Peter, and no Ned.

Pairing: Miles Morales x (half filo) Stark!reader

Warning: knife, cursing, cursing in tagalog, violence, mention of death.

Previous part

It has been two days since you've been pulled by that strange portal. By some mysterious matter, Gwen and you somehow got into visions academy, an academy which you heard are only for the rich and intelligent kids. Vision Academy wasn't hard and it wasn't easy either but you could manage same goes for Gwen, she was rather exceptional herself.

When night falls you always find yourself feeling alone, sure Gwen was there but she is either sleeping or completely ignoring you. You miss home, you missed your dad, that's the only thing you and Gwen had in common, missing home.

You grabbed your suit deciding to sneak out, you looked at Gwen "wanna go for a swing?" You asked, she was burying her nose in a book "No, I feel tired" she lazily replied.

"Suit yourself, pinkie" You jump from your two-story building and shot a web on a building. You were too deep in your thoughts as you swing. Yesterday you went to visit Manhattan and found absolutely nothing. Manhattan looked so empty without the avenger tower.

There was a spider person like you in this verse but to your surprise, it was a guy, there was no explanation as to how any of this happened but since you got here you made it upon yourself to make some sort of device to get yourself home but it was quite complicated than you thought. The multiverse was somehow in shambles, you hoped that Dr. Strange finds a way to fix this while you were trying to go home.

You sat on a tower watching the city lights; you sat there for a while, thinking of something, anything other than this madness.

You got bored eventually and just decided to look around, your line of sight traveled to each civilian until it landed on a lady being mugged by someone.

"Okay! Need to get these pent-up feelings out!" You stretched your limp arms then you started to shoot your web to the next building.

"Woo! " You shouted, dodging a huge truck as you made your way to the crime "Help-- help me please!" The lady sounded so defeated her broken sobs were heard a mile away making you pick up your pace.

"Ain't it a bit rude, interrupting her well-deserved walk?" You spoke out of nowhere, making the culprit look up from his current position "Who are you!?" He shouted, quite terrified seeing a new sight other than their local hero.

"That's what they always say" You jump from a small building then you started to walk over to him "Never, 'oh! How are you amazing spider-woman?' you know what I mean? No?" You taunted.

"Stay where you are! Or else this bitch dies" he gruffly grabbed the woman's arm as he pointed the knife at her neck.

You gasp "Calling a woman 'bitch'? How would your mother feel if he saw you right now? Pushing you out of her vajayjay must've been a huge disappointment" You clicked your tongue in feigned disappointment.

"Oh well! There's nothing we could do about that" You shrugged. You swiftly shoot your web at the girl, successfully pulling her to you as she yelps at the process.

The culprit backed away dropping his knife and sprinting for his dear like "Hey! Where are your manners!" You shouted.

You were about to go after him but then a silhouette suddenly appeared in front of him catching him off guard, before he knew it he was already stuck on a wall, webs all over his body.

You saw Spiderman right there in front of you, he was talking to the culprit about something then his sight averted to you.

"Saw your little stunt, who are you?" He asked as he inch his way towards you "Ha? no no English." You tried to salvage this situation with your god-awful accent only to receive a laugh "No need to hide, heard you talking about pushing someone out of there-- you know how it goes" he winced.

The lady from earlier had already left after thanking you, so it was just the both of you plus the culprit who was on the wall "Who are you?" He asked again "tangina, papatayin ako ni Gwen nito" (fuck, Gwen is gonna kill me) you muttered. It didn't bother you much but Gwen, Oh dear.

Peter didn't understand a thing you just said, the only thing he caught was the name 'Gwen' "Whose Gwen?" He asked

"No one! It's nice doing business with you Mr. Daddy long legs!" Before you got time to swing your ass to Gwen he said something and you froze.

"I'm Peter, Peter Parker." The deafening silence made Peter uncomfortable a bit. In your verse Peter wasn't the Spiderman, instead, he had lived a pretty normal nerdy life and was your best friend who was obsessed with the star wars lore and Legos.

This Peter was much older than you, you can tell. Peter took off his mask and it completely left your mouth hanging open. Instead of luscious dark brown curly hair, he was blonde, and as you guess he was much much older than you.

"Is this what old age does to you!? Turn you blonde?!" You gestured your hands around him in exaggeration "Time has not been good to you, babes" Peter was offended for all he knows, he was perfect.

"She can talk.." he muttered. "No this isn't fair" he shook his head with a furrowed brow. "I don't know your name and your Identity" he sighs, looking at you expectedly "Oh! Right. Wait a minute, barbie"

"I'm pretty gorgeous so be warned" It feels like you were revealing yourself in a Roblox group chat with a bunch of kids that you and your Peter tried to prank. you pushed the nanotechnology spider logo on your suit and there reveals your face.

"Im--"

"Y/n!"

You didn't expect this...Peter, not your Peter, engulfed you in a tight hug, making you stumble back "O-okay.." you awkwardly said not knowing where to put your hands.

For what felt like minutes he started to sob "I'm sorry, I'm so sorry" his breath was ragged if mistaken he'd have a panic attack "Dude, hey...what happened?" You finally asked.

Peter pulled away from you, as he wiped off his tears "I thought you...d-died" he had a hard time looking at you, guilt pooled in his eyes "whaaatt?" You dragged your word, still not processing his statement.

He chuckled softly but the pain is evidently still there "You're mistaken, Peter. I'm not from here, I just happen to stumble here"

"What?" He asked finally discarding his previous feeling "I was pulled by something close to a black hole, which terrified the hell out of me by the way" Peter paced around, still not meeting your gaze, afraid that if he did, he might cry again.

"Kingpin.." he muttered, he was thinking for a while then he finally looked up at you "Wait, how come you're here early? He didn't activate the machine yet" his voice was painted with confusion and a tinge bit of solemnity.

"Beats me, but that is a horrible name" You made a face of disgust while Peter smiled fondly, seemingly remembering something that includes you "You're still the same y/n, well except for the part where you spoke in a different language" that made you smile, although you have no idea what you're getting yourself into or who this exact copy of you is.

"Wanna grab a coffee or something?" You asked, as you ready yourself to swing "at this hour? Sure, why not" he put on his mask and with a last nod he took off swinging, you following behind him.

----

"You married Mj?!" You gaped at him, shaking his head as he took a bite of his burger "Yeah I did, she helped me a lot since... you know" he looked down at the city, he was trying to say something but he was having a hard getting it out; finally he let out a long sigh then he looked at you. "Y-you were too young when you died, Y/n. I couldn't forgive myself"

"Hey, it's not your fault. Even if it's not me I know she won't blame you either." You rub comfort on his back, you don't know a single thing about comforting.

Peter's usual demeanor came back after a few words of horrible comforting and encouragement, and you think he finally has the closure he deserves.

You told him everything about the verse you live in, from the Avengers to your Peter and your father.

"Wait, so this Captain America guy, is always on your 'ass' because you're being too unnecessarily loud?" He questioned "Yes! Good thing I can curse in my own language so he's got nothing on my ass... although he found out one day, didn't hear the end of it. My dad was a snitch" you muttered the last part.

Peter laughed "Your suit is awesome by the way," He asked "I made it!" You smugly said. Peter let out a huff in amusement. "You? You made it?" He said as if he didn't believe your statement but he knew full well that you were capable of making something like that.

You scoffed "Of course I did, I mean how couldn't I?" Peter rolled his eyes at you, he then averted his gaze back to the city. Hanging out with Peter made you miss your Peter more; Sure they were different in so many ways but they somehow share the same traits.

"I've got to go Peter" You sat up from your position, as Peter did the same following your action "See you around?" He asked, "Of course!" You outstretched your hand for a fistbump and he gladly reciprocated.

You both went your separate ways, as you continued to swing back to your dorm. The whole way there you were thinking about how you're gonna tell Gwen this but that didn't really register when you arrived back at your dorm.

Will you're not inside your dorm, more like outside banging the hell out of the window "Gwen! Open this window right now!" You shouted but not too loud, careful to not wake up your dorm neighbor "Hoy Gwen! Anak nang- open this right now Gwen!" (Hey Gwen! Son of a-- open this right now Gwen) You groaned.

Gwen wasn't asleep, you can clearly see the light from your shared bedroom. To no avail, you just decided to give up "tangina, mandaan moto Gwen!" (son of a bitch, mark this day Gwen!) You spoke lastly as you tried to find a window that can access the hall, you just hoped the security guard was asleep.

You found one "Take that Gwen!" You muttered. You already took off your mask and covered your suit with a jacket. You gently closed the window as carefully as you could to not cause some attention. You smiled to yourself "'Another night another slay and I served--" and you spoke too soon.

You felt someone crash into you but you didn't fall it just surprised you, but the person who bummed you did. Miles groaned as he tried to focus his vision, he swore a huge guy must've bummed into him but then he looked up.

"Oh"

"Are you okay, wait-- are you sneaking out?" You asked as you help him up "N-no" he stuttered. He regained his balance then he finally got a good look at you.

Your hair was disheveled and you got a bag forming under your eye but you still look good, at least that's what you think about yourself.

You hummed looking at him suspiciously "Right..." He looked anywhere, avoiding your observant eyes "I-- uh, I was trying to--" he rubbed his neck with his dominant hand while his other hand was gesturing around.

You laughed "Dude relax, I'm not gonna snitch on you-- unless you're trying to snitch on me" You feigned seriousness "No! I-I swear I will not!" He replied almost immediately.

"I'm just playing with you, but if you don't want to get caught, don't go this hall if you're trying to sneak out"

"Then why are you here?"

You pursed your lips and clicked your tongue "I- you-" Miles knitted his brow together, awaiting your reply. You let out a sigh.

"you know what? I think I'm gonna snitch on you" You narrowed your eyes at him. Miles laughed, his previous nervous demeanor decapitated and instead, he tried to cover it up with faux confidence.

"you can't do that now, can you? I'm Miles Morales." he smiled. He had that kind smile that can make you melt.

"You're new, right? I-- I'm actually new too" You noticed he was growing nervous. You nodded "I guess...I saw what your dad did earlier" you smirked, as he groaned in embarrassment.

"Please don't make me remember that," he said with an exaggerated sigh. The scene between Miles and his Dad brought a frown across your face, it awfully reminded you of your dad.

"Oh, I doubt that. That's gonna stick with you as long as I'm near" You started to walk as he followed after you.

"I never caught your name--"

"Probably because, I didn't throw it, Morales" you blatantly said. Miles rolled his eyes a growing smile made its way to his lips.

"I didn't mean it like that, and just call me by my first name, it's weird" You chuckled "Sure, Morales" Miles threw his head back laughing.

The pair of you blindly walked through the hall, forgetting about the curfew entirely "Aren't you going to sneak out?" You asked Miles.

Miles chuckled nervously "I was gonna, but I'm just too tired, you know?" Miles wanted to sneak out and talk to his uncle but he didn't want to miss this opportunity into making friends.

"Am I really that good to hang out with for you to miss your daily sneak-out sesh?" You smirked as you leaned in closer to him. Miles was tense he couldn't say a word, your breath was fanning onto him and he can basically smell your perfume.

Suddenly a whistle echoed at the end of the hall making both of you turn your head to the source "Isn't it a bit too early to shag your classmate!" The guard shouted. "you'll both face deep consequences about this!"

"Run." You whispered into his ears, and Miles swore he could feel goosebumps. Before he even got time to process his dilemma, you grabbed his arms without warning, and god you were strong.

"Isn't it a bit too early to listen to the exclusive spider man Christmas song?!" You shouted with a laugh. Miles who heard your statement snorted and let out a bark of laughter.

"I didn't know you had such great taste in music!" Miles counter back and laughed. He peeked from his shoulder to see the guard who was running after the both of you; the way the guard ran made Miles laugh even harder his stomach hurting.

You looked back seeing the same thing and just like Miles it had you crackling. To say the guard wasn't flustered was an understatement, that enough made him determined to catch you both. Both of your laughter was so loud some of the students came out of their dorms and that alone distracted the guard from chasing after the both of you.

It took you a while to find a safe place to finally get peace. Mile was out of breath, he was panting like a dog; with laughter mixed with a full lap run, who wouldn't?

"you look dehydrated," you said out of amusement.

"Really? I didn't think it was that obvious" he remarked between ragged breath.

You sat down, him sitting down next to you, he was still out of breath "Why are you so unaffected-- I mean like, you basically ran through the whole school" You side glance at him "Mama mo blue." (Your mom is blue) that was so out of pocket even for Miles. Honestly, you didn't feel like talking, you loved Mile's company but you were just too tired, everything was just so overwhelming.

"No she's not, bet yours is" That made you chuckle, Miles understanding parts of your Filipino jokes brought you smiling wider.

"My mom is dead." You laughed seeing Mile's color drained from his face "I'm so sorry--" he was genuinely trying to apologize but he burst out laughing making you laugh harder.

"I'm serious though-- I'm sorry" his laughter subsided, replacing it with a sympathetic look "No need, Miles. It was a long time ago" You smiled reassuringly at him.

Miles grinned, looking mischievously at you "What?" You asked "You called me by my first name" he wiggled his brows "Oh fuck off, dude" You punched his shoulder gently but he still made a sound.

You felt your phone buzz, averting your attention to your phone. Miles watched your smile turn into an annoyed frown as you saw the text on your phone.

"where are you?" you mocked in a high-toned voice. Miles let out a huff of amusement watching you "Now she's worried when she was the one who locked me out!" You complained.

"Roommate?" Miles asked feeling quite the same as you. You hummed.

"my roommate is always on his computer 24/7 sometimes I can hardly sleep at all," he said still looking your way. "Will, let's just say my roommate likes to play pranks with me" you muttered.

"Didn't it cross your mind that maybe she does that because...you always start it"

You scoffed "Strong accusation, but fair point-- and I need to go, she's spamming me" You stand up from your position as Miles frowned.

"You still didn't tell me your name," he said while standing up. You narrowed your eyes, surely you won't tell him your name but you thought of a cool nickname to piss Gwen off.

"Gwendolyn Garcia" you held back a laugh, pursing your lips to conceal it. "Will see you around, Gwendolyn" he enthusiastically said.

"Copy that" Hearing that made Miles groaned loudly and you throw your head back laughing. You both went your separate ways with the previous event still in mind. Miles for sure will cherish the night. You in the other hand still can't sleep.

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There Is No Coming Back From This - Chapter 7

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

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"Are we going to talk about what happened back there?" 

Steve shakes his head, staring out the train window as the rural scenery blurs past him. "No." 

Bucky watches Steve for a long moment, debating on what to say to get through to him.

That was the thing about Steve Rogers. He was so many things all at once. A hero. A protector. A leader. A soldier.

And everything he did, he did with such an intensity and ferocity that there was no swaying the man. It didn't matter that half the time his head and heart were at war with each other. He'd sooner tear himself into pieces than allow himself to be anything less than everything all at once.

"That was serious, Steve." 

"What part of it?" 

"All of it." Bucky couldn't stop picturing Steve like he was on that rooftop. That darkness in his eyes. The hate blooming in his heart. He almost killed a man out of pure hate and unbridled rage. Bucky and Steve had both seen death firsthand, and yet, Bucky had never once seen Steve react quite like that. And while part of it was simply that you were a kid, Bucky would be blind not to see that there was far more to it. It was a glimpse into the life that Steve lived without Bucky. A glimpse of the new family Steve found himself. "You stopped pulling your punches. You almost dropped that guy from the roof. That's not you. And that's not to mention, the self induced heart attack." 

"I haven't felt my heart sink like that since..." Steve's words trail off as he slips back into the memory of that fateful day all those decades ago. 

"Since what?" 

Steve's eyes meet Bucky's for the first time since they boarded the train. They both know the answer to that question. Still, Steve quietly answers, "Since I watched you fall from the train." 

It shouldn't feel like as much of a gut punch as it does. Not after all these decades. But it does. It knocks the wind out of him, "Oh." 

Steve gulps, settling back into his seat. He looks around the empty car for something else to rest his eyes on. He always wondered if the guilt of that fateful day would ever fade, but at this point, seventy years later, he's not sure that it ever will. "Yeah..." 

Bucky doesn't really know what to say to break the palpable tension dwelling in the train car. You weren't even awake to interject with a sarcastic comment or verbal jab.

He knew it was bad when he sort of hoped you'd wake just to give them something else to focus on. The sounds of the train engine rumbling somewhere in the distance is the only thing filling the prolonged, tense silence.

And for the first time in their very long lives, neither super soldier knows quite what to say to the other. 

Bucky crosses his arms over his chest, "You're really attached to this kid." 

It was just another layer of issues between them. Yet another disagreement between the duo. After decades apart, Bucky wasn't quite sure what to expect, but it certainly wasn't this. This Steve was different. Complicated. Still the boy from Brooklyn, and yet so different. These days, they were just as likely to disagree as they were to agree.

You were yet another thing they couldn't find common ground on. Steve's jaw tenses, tenderly watching over you as you sleep off the adrenaline crash from earlier. "I don't expect you to understand." 

Those words hurt Bucky more than Steve could ever know, hitting him like a punch to the lungs. He was right though, Bucky couldn't, didn't, understand. He couldn't understand how Steve had moved on without him. 

"You said she was your niece. You meant that. I know you did." 

"I did. I do." Steve crosses his arms over his chest, shaking his head, "Tony... He's complicated, sure, but for a while, we were all a family. The team - we were a family. We all watched her grow up. And Tony - he - he's my friend."

"Not anymore, Steve," Bucky bitterly reminds him.  

"He's the one that arranged for me to go back," Steve admits, his voice just above a whisper. 

Bucky bristles at the new information, "What?"

Steve lets out a shaky sigh, "In spite of everything I did, he let me come back to say goodbye." 

Bucky could hardly believe the word's leaving Steve's mouth. And yet, they were so quintessentially Steve Rogers. He was more worried about what he did to Tony Stark than the fact that Tony Stark was single handedly responsible for sending them both on the run. Instead, Steve sat before him grateful that Tony Stark allowed him to say a final goodbye, as though it undid all the malice and destruction. 

His hands clench into fists, frustration coursing through Bucky's veins, "You didn't tell me that."

"I knew what you would say." Bucky can't help but notice that there isn't an ounce of remorse in Steve's voice. "That it was a bad idea. That I shouldn't go."

"Or I would've told you he was trying to set you up."

"No," Steve softly disagrees. "He knew. He knew I would've regretted it for the rest of my life if I hadn't gone. I wouldn't have been able to live with myself."

"He was never going to let her die. He was always going to do whatever it took."  

"If he hadn't... if he hadn't used the serum, she wouldn't be here right now." Steve stares down at his hand, replaying those few days at the Compound. Tony Stark was many things, but a wallower wasn't one of them. And yet, for days, he watched Tony wallow. He watched as the sleep deprived, heartbroken man wracked his brain to figure out how to save you. The sight of the hollow eyed, ghostly looking man would forever be burned into Steve's memory. "It was an act of desperation, Buck. A desperate man doing a desperate thing." 

"You're not seriously defending what he did." 

Steve shakes his head, his eyebrows furrowing, "No, I just - I know what was on the line for him."

"He's not the only person who's lost somebody."

The muscle in Steve's jaw ticks, "Say what you want about the man, but he's a damn good father. He loves that kid with everything he is. You didn't see what we saw."

Bucky bites back a scoff, "And what is that?"

Steve's eyes flash over to Bucky, and for the quickest of moments, Bucky sees the lingering grief of what almost was consume Steve's normal hopeful demeanor. And though he would never admit it, Bucky's heart breaks a little when he sees Steve gaze float back over to you as you remain blissfully unaware.

It's wrong, he knows. It's wrong to be jealous of a child. It's wrong to want to be the only family Steve has, to be the most important person in Steve's life once more. It's all wrong. He can't fault you for that. He can't fault you for being apart of Steve's family, for becoming the family Steve desperately needed when Bucky wasn't there. And when he digs deep enough, he knows he truly can't blame Tony for how far he went. Not if it left Tony in even a fraction of the pain it left Steve in.

"A broken man about to lose the only thing that ever really, truly mattered to him." Steve lets out a shaky exhale, his words soft and low, raw with emotion, "I don't think he would've survived it." 

And still, Bucky's words come out just as barbed and jaded as before, "So the ends justify the means?" 

"Of course not," Steve grits out, his voice hardening as he speaks to Bucky. Another unacknowledged jab at their lost kinship. "But the man was literally trying to cure cancer to save his daughter. I don't have to agree, but I'd be lying if I said I didn't understand."

"I think that's the most selfish thing I've ever heard you say." 

Steve takes a deep breath, nodding slightly, "I know."

"Being super soldiers cost us everything and more," Bucky reminds him.

"I know."

"She was damned the moment he put that serum in her veins." The words are bitter. Bucky knows it was a petty, vile thing to say. He knows he didn't even really need to say it. Everyone in that train car knew it. It hung in the air as a cold reminder that nothing would ever be the same. 

"I know!" Steve snaps. The two of them watch as you twitch from your deep sleep, waiting for a long silent moment until your breathing evens once more. Steve grabs his sweater from beside him, lying it over your huddled body. He watches you for a long moment, recalling the night Tony did the unthinkable. After all, isn't that what he told him? There was no coming back from it. With one, desperate, impulsive act, Tony Stark had given and taken your life. "But she had no say in how far he was willing to go. She didn't choose this." 

"This doesn't end well, Steve. Not for all three of us. Not like this." 

"I know," he softly exhales. 

"This doesn't get easier, Steve. We both know that." 

Bucky isn't sure what it is that shines bright in Steve's eyes, desperation or delusion, "We need a plan. That's all. A plan. We'll be fine. It'll be fine." 

"Who are you trying to convince?" 

Steve doesn't answer the question. He knows he doesn't really need to. He may not have been able to save Bucky, but he knows, deep down, he can still save you. He whispers, his voice soft with desperation, "We just need a plan." 

"One hell of a plan." Bucky stares down Steve for a long moment. He hasn't seen a determination this fierce in Steve's expression since the Accords. In that moment, Bucky knows that there's no way in hell Steve is leaving you behind.  And while Steve may have built a family in those years without Bucky, Steve was still the only family Bucky had left. So in spite of all the layers of complexity and distance between the two of them, he chooses the only family he's ever known. There's no way in hell he's leaving behind Steve. He takes a deep breath, his eyes fluttering shut for a moment. He leans forward, resting his elbows on his knees. "So where do we start?" 

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