i love you 3000

Yo this took me SOO LONG

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I faintly hear whispering around me. I can feel the stiffness of my back. I try to move, but I can’t without feeling like I’m going to break.

“Owww.” I whine, opening my eyes & seeing Tony right next to my bed. I can make out a few other body shapes behind him but the blurry vision wasn’t going away.

“Tony, I’m sorry I’m here so late, I don’t mean to intrude.” I apologetically say to him.

“It’s okay, y/n. Could you tell me what happened?” He said calmly. Pepper was standing right behind him, her hand on his shoulder & reassuring him. Tears brimmed my eyes as I remembered the horrific events that took place. I squeezed my eyes shut dropping my head.

“Tyler,” I struggled to speak, “He kicked me out in the rain. I just remember the taste of blood, that’s all. I’m sorry, I can’t remember anything else.” I croaked out. I feel the hot tears run down my face. I don’t even risk the pain in wiping them away. I saw Tony’s face turn red, standing up & whispering something to Happy before sending him out. He sits back down & turns to me.

“Y/n, would you stay here? Please, I wouldn’t feel right about you being anywhere else.” He said, holding my hand. I paused, then nodded. This place was safer than anywhere else I could’ve been.

“Let me introduce you,” Tony stood up & motioned to the tall blonde, “this is Steve Rogers, Natasha, Sam-“

“Tony,” I laughed, “I know exactly who everybody is.” The dark haired man looks up at me.

“Everybody?” He mustered. I knew exactly who he was. James Barnes. Also known as The Winter Soldier. I did a research paper on him once.

“Everybody” I say with a smile. He gives me a slight nod, then looks back down at the floor.

“We will leave you to get some rest, if you need anything call us, okay?” Pepper cooed. I smiled & agreed. Everybody walked out. Leaving me to my thoughts for the night.

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Ive grown to like everyone here. Atleast everybody has come to visit me, just getting to know them feels like a privilege. Bucky & Steve in particular come to visit me a lot. Steve will bring me books to read, and Bucky will come in with him. He doesn’t say much. Nat comes in to talk to me, I think to try & calm my nerves. Today I’m supposed to be leaving the medical compound. As long as Tony gives the okay.

Steve walks in & hands me a newspaper. Usually, Bucky would walk in behind him. Not today.

“You’re all out of book recommendations?” I joke. He doesn’t look like he’s in that mood today.

“Read the front page, y/n” he says. I look at him in confusion.

I flip the page over & see Tyler’s picture under the wanted title. He had a warrant for his arrest & he’s MIA.

“What does this mean?” I question. He takes a seat beside me. He looks tired. So worn out.

“It means, it’s not safe for you out there. It means that he could be anywhere, plotting anything.”

“You’re giving him a lot of credit, Steve. He’s a high school drop out” I laugh.

“I think you’re underestimating him, Y/N. There’s a lot about him that you don’t know...”

Tony walks in, “hey, you ready to go?” Steve hangs his head, gets up & is walks out. Tony gets to my side & pulls a wheelchair out.

“Tony, I am okay, I can function alone” I joke.

“You still have a head injury & your ribs are just starting to heal. You’re as stubborn as your old man.” He wheels me a few floors up on the elevator to a quiet little apartment like set up, with a beautiful view. Fully furnished, decorated. Most likely by Pepper.

“There’s a common kitchen downstairs. If you get lonely. But yours is fully stocked. Just tell FRIDAY if you need anything. You don’t really have a door, but you have an elevator that you can make accessible to others or not, when you please. Just press this lock button & the floor isn’t available.”

“I really appreciate all this, Tony. I can’t even begin to thank you enough.” I say, standing up for a hug. The warm embrace of my father is a feeling completely new to me, something I wanted to savor for a lifetime of never having a real father. He smiles & walks into the elevator.

“Sleep well, kid” he says before the door closes.

I sit back down slowly, starting to feel the soreness hit my chest. The wheels creek across the floor, eyeballing the detail in the floor. My own living room, bathroom, bedroom, kitchen. I felt more than grateful to Tony for letting me stay here. After wondering around for a bit, I go to lay down in my new bed. The room is all white. White dressers, white curtains, white walls. The bed looks like a queen size. Big enough for me to sprawl out. Big enough to have someone else in it. I manage to lift myself onto the bed, staring towards the ground. Everything that’s gone on in the past few days was overwhelming to me. Although I was in pain, I almost saw what happened to me as a blessing. I wouldn’t have had the guts to leave my foster parents. I wouldn’t have had the courage to make that decision on my own. The universe made it for me, telling me this is where I belonged. With my real family. People who cared about me & my well-being.

I was interrupted by a soft knock, I look up to find Bucky Barnes at my door. His hair half up, but some still falling in his face. His shirt was pressed right against his body, toned arms molded like a Greek god. I realize, I’m admiring him rather than responding to his presence.

“I just wanted to make sure you were okay. See if you needed anything” he said softly.

“I’m alright, just... taking it all in right now. It’s all very surreal” I answer honestly, looking down at my feet. We both stay silent for a moment. I honestly don’t think he knows what to say.

“Well, if you need anything, I’ll be downstairs” he utters while walking out. He pops his head back in. “Are you hungry?” He questions. I laugh a little.

“I could eat” I say, as I go to to stand my legs give out, knocking me to the floor. Bucky hurries to me, he kneels down at eye level.

“Woah, you okay?” He looks at me with concern, looking for any scratches on my hands, turning them upside.

“Yeah I’m good. Just don’t have all my strength back yet. I’m sorry” I say, Bucky stands at the same pace as me. Making sure I steady myself. I reach for his forearms to balance.

“Don’t apologize, it’s alright. You stay in bed & I’ll grab you something.” He helps me onto the bed & I swing my feet around, burying them into my comforter. I close my eyes & lean my head back onto the head board. My mind starts to doze off. My legs feel like sand bags on my cozzy bed. Bucky comes back a few minutes later & sits on the edge of my bed, setting the plate of food on the other side of my legs.

“Thank you, Buck. I really do appreciate it. I hope you know you’re not obligated to be nice to me” I mutter.

This chapter isnt as long but I think ill post these twice a week if I’m lucky. I would love some feedback.

triggers: abuse

word count: 1k

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Hours turn into days, It’s been 3 says since I was at the stark tower & I still haven’t manned up the courage to tell my parent that I was leaving. I made my decision. Maybe I could sneak out, and never return? No. That’d be taking the easy way out. I couldn’t do that. I get up from my room.

They were both sitting on their own recliner. I took a deep breath, making my way to the couch.

“Can I talk to you guys for a second?” I asked quietly.

“Can it wait?” Trisha, my foster mom, the mother of nightmares.

“Not really, it’s kind of important. Please?” I begged. I wanted this over with & their stalling is not helping me.

Tyler, not even a foster dad, he’s just here. The reason I thought broken bones was a norm. The reason I don’t sleep throughout the night. An actual nightmare. He turns off the tv in a huff & slams his remote into his lap.

“You’ve got our attention, brat, what do you want?” He barks at me. I took a breath, & without thinking, I say what pops into my head.

“I met my biological father today, and he wants me to move in with him” I say, trying to read their faces. It stays silent for minutes before Trisha speaks.

“Well, you’re just gonna have to tell him you already got a place.” She says with a matter-of-fact attitude. After 20 years, you learn to deal with her snarkiness but today was not the day I was going to deal with it.

“I told him I’m considering” I stated back. She kicked her recliner in, placing her feet firm on the ground.

“You what?” She snarled.

“I told him I’m going to consider it. You guys don’t need me here anymore.” I stood up, trying to keep my ground firm. Tyler stands up.

“It’s a shame you made say shit you don’t mean. You’re not going anywhere. You’re staying right the fuck here.” He said with fury.

“No, Tyler. I really think that’s where I need to be. With my biological family.” I said.

“What a disrespectful shit you are, we’ve provided a life for you, we feed you & put a roof over your head. Has your biological family done that for you?” Trisha remarked.

“It’s not up for debate. I’m 20 years old & can legally leave whenever. I’m sorry but this is what I need to do.” I turned & walked back to my room. The shouting did not cease. I ran through the hall, packing what little clothes I had & a few objects of value. It wasn’t long before I hear Tyler’s boots rumble the hallway, I quickly through my suitcase outside my window. Knowing that if they saw me with it, they’d prevent me somehow.

“Y/N, you’re not leaving this fucking house. It’s not up for discussion. I don’t know where you think you got the balls to tell us what you’re gonna do.”

I ignore his demanding tone & try to walk past him. My hair was pulled back hard, as I was thrown to the floor I wince at my sudden headache.

“YOU ARE NOT LEAVING BITCH” he screams in my face, forcefully kicking his boot into my side causing me to cry out. He leans down, colliding his fist with my cheekbone. A tear rolls down my face, the burn of his rings becoming unbearable.

“Stop! Please stop!” I cry out. His continues his acts of violence, kicking & punching the shit out of me until they feel like mere motions, my body numb.

“You wanna leave so damn bad?” He screamed. He grabbed a hand full of my hair, pulling me down the hall, my headache become excruciating. Tears continuing to run down my busted up & bruised cheek. I was thrown into the rain outside, “good luck out there without any of your shit!” And with that a slam of the door. I laid in the rain, I couldn’t move. My body sore & my spirits broken I could find the strength to get up. I couldn’t find the will. I pulled my phone out, after scooting myself under the house ledge where there was no more rain. I called the number from the business card. Hoping to god someone picked up, I hadn’t realized the time was 2am until I heard the groggy voice answer.

“Hello? Y/N?” Happy answered.

“Happy... I need... please get here. I need help..” I said as best as I could without getting winded. My breath was heavy & my ribs heart to talk.

“Y/n are you ok?” Happy sounded alert.

“Please, just hurry. I can’t stay here” I pleaded.

“I’m on my way” and with that the phone call was over. I limped my way over to my bag I previously had thrown out the window. I couldn’t move it without the horrendous pain piercing my rib age again. I sat next to the bag, and waited for happy. My vision blurry. The need to sleep was calling me, my eye lids felt heavier than ever. The rain kept me awake for another 15 minutes before happy arrived.

“Oh my god, kid, are you ok?!” His arm wrapped around me as he held my arm around his shoulder, getting me to the car.

“Happy... I need to sleep..” I whispered. Any louder & the ringing in my head would’ve made things worse for my vocalization. He grabbed my bag & threw it into the trunk. Street lights buzz by the windows. I can hear Happy talking on the car phone, “Tony, shes all banged up & I think she has a concussion. You’ll need to get the medical team ready to get her.” I can only remember being dragged out of the car, a million times being asked “are you ok” & “what happened”.

I can’t recall what’s happening before I get a light shone into my eyes, asking me my name & my age. Tony is sitting right in front of me, asking me what I can remember.