♡Lilly/L♡

His kids were safe - that’s all he wanted to hear. The most he expected from this trip was perhaps a small injury or two, and some drama with the students. 

He didn’t expect this. He didn’t expect to watch the light leave your eyes, like he did with his old friend and classmate, Oboro. He reached you too late, just like he couldn’t save his friend too.

He watched you jump and block a student from the other class, leaving you to get attacked from a stray weapon flying through the air. He felt his heart drop, seeing a spray of blood leave you.

He ran out there, screaming your name as students around you stumbled and rushed around in fear and shock. 

“Y/n!” He yelled, quirk activating instinctively, noticing the dark stain forming on your side. The blood soaked up your clothing fast as you dropped to the ground, coughing.

It didn’t make sense. You and the rest of the students were supposed to be safe right now. He had done everything he could to prepare for the camp - he even brought extra blankets in case the students were cold. And now one of his students was dying, and he could do nothing to prevent it.

He kneeled down next to your body as you gasped in confusion, looking up at him. 

“What’s happening? I don’t feel good…” Your voice barely reached his ears through all the chaos.

He pressed his hand over your wound, trying to slow the bleeding but it didn’t seem to be helping. “Vlad, get over here!” He ordered harshly, voice loud as he looked back up to the building. Vlad had already been running over to help, hearing the cries from the other students.

“Situation?” Vlad asked, standing over you as he waved the students to the building.

“Large puncture wound on the side, possible hit to the lungs. Weapon is still there, I can’t tell if there’s poison.” Aizawa responded to him before gazing back to your face and holding back a grimace.

“Kid, talk to us, we need to hear you.” He murmured to you, leaning down and listening to your heartbeat. It was unsteady.

“I don’t understand, what’s going on?” You responded, eyes blinking out some tears as you looked at your teacher. You heard some ruffling to the side and winced as you felt pain hitting your side, like fire touching your body.

“There’s an attack happening and you were hurt, but it’ll be alright. We’re just trying to keep your side closed. Just keep talking to us, okay?” He ordered softly, watching you closely as you started to lift your head up to look at your side.

“What? Wait… why does it hurt so bad? Is everyone okay?” Your words stumbled out from your lips as you coughed more.

Vlad and Aizawa shared an uneasy and silent look. Screams poured out from inside the forest and Aizawa bit back a swear. 

“Go ahead, I’ll stay here. Mandalay should be back inside.” Aizawa spoke up to Vlad. He nodded in return, then gazed down at you momentarily.

“Keep strong, got it?” Vlad said to you and you hummed out in confusion as you watched him run away.

“We’re handling the situation now. Things will be alright.” Aizawa started to say but you started to cough more and deeper, body rattling from the coughs.

“Sensei, I really don’t feel good,” You moved your hand up to your mouth, touching your lips and pulling away when you felt something warm and wet. You stared at your hand as you pulled away, seeing the blood on it.

He breathed uneasily, looking down at your clothes and seeing how much more blood had been leaking out. “Just, look up at the stars, kid. Don’t they make you feel better?” He responded, eyes staring down at you as you took in his request.

“I’m scared, please…” You muttered, coughing heavily as your eyes focused upon the sky. You could see quite a few stars were out, they were so pretty. You blinked slowly, trying to calm down your shaking.

You felt Aizawa squeeze your other hand tightly. “Breathe, keep breathing.” He pushed out, watching as you coughed even more blood out.

“Is everyone okay?” You mumbled low, watching the blinking stars.

“Yes, they are. Everyone’s getting inside, they’ll be safe.” Aizawa responded to you, squeezing your hand again in comfort.

Your eyes moved down to him momentarily. His expression twisted in pain when he noticed the dazed look.

“I’m dying, right?” You whispered, throwing him more off guard. He breathed in deeply, considering your question.

“We’re getting you help. You need to stay awake and you’ll be alright. I can’t move you right now since it can lead to more injuries.” He responded, worry evident in his voice. He couldn’t tell you that you possibly can’t make it. That would be cruel. 

“Promise?” You wheezed out, as you focused on the stars above you, shuddering from the pain and coldness radiating throughout your body. Aizawa breathed in deeply, letting go of your hand to check your pulse again.

He pressed hard on your pulse point, trying to keep pressure on your wound as well. He swallowed a painful lump in his throat, reading your pulse and gazing back to your face. 

“Kid, keep breathing, come on, you’ve got to keep breathing.” He spoke up, clearing his throat, “I promise, but you need to breathe.”

Midoriya stumbled upon you two, gasping at the sight of you on the ground. He called out your name, “Y/n? Aizawa-sensei?” 

He walked closer to you two, wanting to tell Aizawa what was happening but he froze when he noticed the small shaking of Aizawa’s shoulders were making. He hesitantly looked closer at you and felt his breath get caught. 

You couldn’t stop your tears! You were rewatching your favorite sad movie and it just hit you hard when it got to the saddest scene. Even when you knew what was happening in the movie, you couldn’t stop yourself from feeling all that sadness again.

It also might have been because of your pregnancy hormones. But you just really couldn’t stop crying and gasping for air as you watched the main character in the movie start to cry too. It was just so much emotional pain in this scene!

“Baby? Oh no what’s going on?!” You heard from the other room.

Your husband, Denki, ran over to you, holding a slice of bread in one hand and butter in the other.

For some reason seeing that in his hands made you cry even more.

“He just,” You cried out, “And then- then he,” you gasped out and clutched your pillow harder.

“Are you making toast?! The butter doesn’t deserve to be used like that!” You sobbed, pointing to his hands.

Denki dropped the stuff in his hands and sat next to you, looking beyond worried as he wrapped an arm around your waist, pulling you into a hug. He looked so lost but worried, wanting to help you.

“Baby what’s wrong? Who?” He asked seriously, looking around the apartment in confusion.

“Denki, I can’t stop crying! I’m so sad!” You sobbed.

“Why?” He asked, eyes widening as he looked down at your baby bump.

“He’s crying!” You pushed out through your crying.

“Our baby is crying?! I didn’t know babies can cry in the womb?! Do I need to call the hospital? Is he hurt? Are you hurt?” He sat up quickly, rushing to grab his phone to call for help.

You almost stopped crying at his questions because of how bizarre they were.

“Babies… what? Babies don’t cry in the womb? Pregnant people can’t feel that kind of stuff. Babies just kick and shift around.” You huffed out a small, confused laugh.

He paused in his hurry.

“Wait what?” He let out.

“Sweetie - I uh, I was crying because of the movie.” You revealed, wiping your tears away. Your crying stopped by now as you felt more confused than sad. “And maybe because of the bread? I don’t know anymore…” You pouted.

Denki dropped down on the couch. “Are you okay though?” He questioned, looking at you in concern.

You sputtered out a laugh, “Yes. Just fine. I was just sad about the movie!”

He glanced at the screen and groaned. “Babe why are you watching this movie again? It’s too sad!”

“I don’t know! I felt like it, I guess. And it just hit me more than normal.” You confessed, feeling a little embarrassed.

“And everything is, ok? You feel alright? Like nothing else is wrong?” He asked, looking to clear up the confusion.

“Mm babe, nothing is wrong. I think the hormones are just making me more emotional than normal.” You said, rubbing your baby bump.

He sighed in relief, “Oh god, I thought you and the baby were crying! Like something happened.”

You let out a surprised laugh, gazing at him with amusement. “You do know that I can’t really tell if our baby is crying in here, right?”

“You can’t?”

He looked so lost that it made you laugh a little bit more. Your sadness freezes in the moment at his confusion.

“No? I mean, I just get these hormones, and it can affect my emotions pretty quickly and hit me harder than normal. And I get those weird cravings.” You explained, shrugging a little and almost smiling at him.

“The baby isn’t telling you he’s sad and wants some weird food combinations??” He looked even more shocked.

“What, no? The baby can’t tell me that stuff. It’s my hormones that are being affected since I’m pregnant.” You explained, grinning towards him.

He slapped his forehead. “I should’ve paid more attention to health class. So, wait, you’re saying the baby can’t speak to you in your mind?”

“Are you being serious right now Denki?” You started laughing hard. What kind of baby speaks telepathically into a mom’s mind?!

He let out a grin, “Okay I was joking at that point, but I thought pregnant people could feel a bit more of the baby than what you’re saying.”

You chuckled and shook your head. “I can’t believe you. We went to all of the appointments together and the doctor told us everything. Did you not listen to her?”

Denki looked sheepish. “I didn’t want to ask dumb questions.”

“There’s no such thing as dumb questions. You know you can ask me anything too.” You scooted closer to him and laid your head on his shoulder.

“Really? Ok! So can you feel our baby sneezing in there?!” He asked, making you gape at him.

“That’s what you were confused about too?” You questioned, almost laughing again because of how odd it was.

“Yes - and when you use your quirk does our baby feel it too? Oh also, does our baby poke your bladder and that’s what makes you need to go pee more often? Also, when you are upside down… is our baby upside down too? Or does he move around freely in there?” He started asking more and more.

You giggled at the ridiculousness of all the questions, making Denki smile softly at you and kissed your forehead.

“I’m just joking now. But hey, next time you feel like watching a sad movie, let me cuddle with you. We can cry together next time.” He whispered to you as your laughter calmed down.

“Thank you, sweetie.” You mumbled back, feeling a bit tired. He snuggled closer to you and hummed back.

“Of course. Love you and love you too, you little monster.” He said, setting his hand over your baby bump.

You chuckled tiredly, “He’s not a little monster.”

“He totally is. He’s our little monster.” Denki laughed.

You relented and shrugged with one shoulder, “Okay yea he’s our little monster baby.” You drifted into a light sleep, letting the rest of the movie play out while you cuddled with Denki.

It’s been a bit since he made a bet with Bakugou about who’d get a higher score on the math test.

Whoever got the highest score between the two, would get a free movie ticket (bought by the loser), and whoever got the lower score between the two, they’d have to do a dare.

Bakugou won the free movie ticket, no matter how much Kirishima grumbled about it being unfair once he noticed that Bakugou wrote notes and studied for a whole week before the test. Kirishima usually only studied a day or two before tests, and he got two points lower than Bakugou.

“I dare you to confess to your crush.” Bakugou dared him with a mean grin and Kirishima froze.

“Come on, I’d do anything but that. I can’t go up to Y/n!” He hissed a whisper to him.

“Too bad, you can’t go back on the bet or dare.” He shrugged back to Kirishima. 

“But you know how nervous I get around,” Bakugou cut him off with another shrug.

“Guess that means you’re not manly enough. I can go tell Y/n that you like them. It would be pretty easy. Or maybe I can go ask them out since you won’t man up enough to ever do that.” He taunted him. 

Kirishima gaped before standing up, “Give me 3 days and I’ll do it. I just need to prepare myself. And that’s not manly, bro, you can’t ask out a friend’s crush.” 

Bakugou snarked, “I wouldn’t do that anyway.” The two moved on from the subject.

And now, it’s the last day Eijirou can confess to you. He’s been so worried and nervous about the whole thing since he got dared. Mina hasn’t helped at all about it either. Once she heard about the dare, she teased him a little bit about you having a crush on him too, but he didn’t believe that.

You were seriously the perfect person.

You kept everything neat and tidy, and you were always on top of all your studies. You supported his dreams and your own.

You called him manly a few times before!

You always had a cute smile, and even when you weren’t smiling, your face was beautiful. Your personality was a great match to his. And there were so many other things about you that he liked.

He could probably write a whole list with 100 points as to why he likes you. He already has it in his head.

His close friends have heard all about his crush on you. Kaminari and Mineta swore not to hit on you anymore because of how much he’s been crushing on you. To which he pointed out that it wasn’t very manly that the two hit on any attractive person near them, in fact it was a bit rude.

Mineta told him he was a loser after that, but he noticed that Kaminari and Mineta didn’t say anything inappropriate around you, to you, or about you. He appreciated it.

So, he was finally confessing to you.

He bought a rose on his way to school, and stuffed it in his backpack before anyone could see it. And then when he got to school and looked in his bag, he realized it got crushed and most of the petals were torn.

He didn’t let that stop him though.

He continued on his quest! He also tried to make some chocolates earlier because he knew that would be a bit romantic.

That didn’t really work out because when he did a taste test with Bakugou, the two spit it out immediately.

Somehow the chocolates tasted like cardboard.

Either way, he continued.

He almost went up to you before class started but you were talking to Midoriya, Tenya and Sero. In his mind, he continued to question how exactly he’d tell you his feelings. 

Class started and you two were in a group together with Aoyama and Asui. He nervously sat next to you and smiled brightly when he saw you glancing over.

“Hi Y/n. Nice day, right?” He immediately groaned in his head about how lame he sounded.

“Yeah, I guess it is. The weather hasn’t been too bad lately. I thought it would be raining a lot more now.” You spoke, starting a conversation with the rest of the group.

He didn’t manage to get another private word in with you throughout class. 

Now it was lunch time. He had to do it! He wouldn’t get another chance to speak with you privately otherwise.

He waited as you packed up your things and put them on your desk.

“So, I was wondering if you wanted to join me for lunch today?” He asked quietly, gazing at you softly.

You grinned back at him. “Yeah, let’s do that. Were you planning on doing anything during lunch? Did you want to talk?” 

He froze. How did you know that he was going to confess to you?!

Did his friends rat him out?

He glanced behind you, towards Bakugou and Mina. Mina was sending him a thumbs up and Bakugou was rolling his eyes and walking out of the classroom.

Of course they ratted him out! Or you heard from Mineta and Kaminari. 

He sighed and covered his face with his hands, feeling his face turn red. He blurted out after a few moments of silence.

“So you know! Uh, what are your feelings about it? And I totally understand if you want me to leave you alone. Who told you? I’m so sorry. I was going to tell you during lunch!”

Your eyebrows slowly raised, “What are you talking about, Kirishima? Is everything okay?”

“Huh?” He let out.

“I’m a bit lost. Did something happen? Are you alright? Your face is super red all of a sudden.” You looked concerned, and you leaned close to him, putting your hand on his forehead to feel his temperature.

He turned even more red. “You didn’t know.” He breathed out.

“Didn’t know what?” You parroted back, frowning in worry.

“That I was going to tell you I like you a lot today at lunch!” He blurted out and then groaned loudly, “That wasn’t how it was supposed to go.” 

You gaped at him momentarily before pulling your hand away from his forehead.

“You do? What, really?” 

He nodded to you and took a step away from your desk.

“I’m so sorry. It wasn’t supposed to be like that.” He gazed around the room, noticing almost everyone cleared out already.

“Again, I’m sorry, I’ll leave you alone now.” He repeated, turning to leave the room. 

He felt like sitting in the cafeteria and drinking orange juice and eating a burger. That was his sad meal, it always cheered him up a bit.

He felt dumb for thinking about his friends or anyone else telling you about his crush.

They always have his back!

There wouldn’t be a chance that they’d do that to him, especially if they knew he was confessing today.

He started to walk away, causing you to break out of your frozen frame. You reached out and grabbed his hand, spinning him around quickly.

He barely blinked before you gasped out, “I like you too! A lot!” 

“Uh, wait what?!” His eyes widened and he felt his heart speed up from your words. 

“Yes really! I’ve liked you for a while.” You said to him, causing a darker blush to break out on his cheeks.

Before he could respond to you, Aizawa bit out, “Good. Get out. It’s break time.” 

You two turned to Aizawa in shock. You didn’t notice he was still in the classroom. Neither did Kirishima, who grinned sheepishly to him.

“Seriously, get out. I’m taking a nap.” Aizawa said even louder, taking his sleeping bag out.

You and Kirishima looked back to each other and without another word, you two ran out hand-in-hand towards the cafeteria. Your’s and Kirishima’s laughter was loud in the hallway and Aizawa’s lip twitched up in a small smile.

You also were very entertaining during your haircuts and filmed some of your clients’ hair before and after. When he scheduled an appointment with you, he didn’t really expect it to actually happen.

You are so busy nowadays and it was hard to get an appointment with you. His friend got a haircut from you before and she absolutely adored you because of how sweet and thoughtful you were about doing the right haircut.

When you actually accepted the appointment, Tom found a good day for you both when he was in your city.

Now that he was going into the appointment, he was nervous. He felt a bit ridiculous because of the tiny crush he had on your on-screen persona. He wasn’t sure if you were actually like that or not, but you were always attentive to the clients and you were so good at conversation in your videos.

“Hi, I’m here for my haircut.” He cleared his throat, gazing at the receptionist.

She beamed back, “Oh, Tom Holland, right? I can’t believe Spiderman is here to get a haircut.”

He chuckled and shrugged, “I heard good things about her skills. I wanted to see for myself.”

You leaned against the doorframe a bit behind the receptionist, “Well, let me show my skillset! It’s nice to meet you in person.” You grin towards him, and he smiles back, feeling a bit shocked that this was actually happening.

He didn’t realize how different you looked in person until he walked closer to you to follow you to the room. You had a radiant smile, and of course your hair looked so beautiful and professionally done.

“It’s nice to see you in person too. I didn’t think I’d get an appointment honestly, it seems like you’re super busy.” He spoke up and sat down in the chair you guided him to.

“Oh, really? I try my best to accommodate my clients, and I’ve been looking for new clients lately too. I’ve got to admit that I was surprised to see you wanted an appointment.” You responded, folding a towel over his shoulders, causing him slightly to shudder when your fingertips brushed past his neck gently.

He laughed, “I guess we’re both a little surprised. One of my friends in the film industry told me about how good you are at haircutting. And I’ve seen so many of your videos online, I’m a fan of how you do everything.”

“What?! That’s so funny, yeah, I guess we’re both a little awestruck. I’m a fan of your work too. Is there a specific look you wanted that you saw in the videos? I want to hear exactly what you’re looking for and don’t hesitate to tell me if I’m doing something that you don’t like.” You said and pulled on a cover and tied it behind his neck.

“I just want it a little shorter on the sides and kind of a clean up in the front, so it doesn’t look so long, I guess. But I trust you with whatever styles you want to try, you always choose the best for everyone.” He responded, gazing into the mirror as you pulled out a brush and a spray bottle.

“Hmm, okay, I think I can see what would be best with your face shape. The style you’re talking about right now is what you usually would go for, right? I’ll do that and you can let me know your thoughts.” You started.

Before you start the cutting, you asked, “Do you want to be in a video? I’m ok if you don’t want to or if you do.”

Tom thought for a second and sighed and shook his head, “Actually, is it ok if we don’t do a video? I don’t really like being out in the public eye for a lot of things,” You cut him off by setting a hand on his shoulder.

“No worries, I completely understand you. We don’t need to do any video, and I won’t mention that you came here for a haircut.” You smiled and he thanked you.

The two of you started to chat and Tom found himself opening up more and more while you did too, it felt like you guys were hitting it off really well. He was surprised. He didn’t know why he doubted that you guys would get along, but he tended to be a little quiet in person compared to what people see in interviews.

“What?! I loved Cadbury chocolate so much as a kid but it’s so expensive here now! I thought everyone loved chocolate.” You laughed at what he was saying.

“I think I just ate so much of those mini eggs during the holidays as a kid. I just got grossed out by them one day and now I can’t stand even looking at them. It’s funny since my brothers still love them, and I have to go in the other room if they eat them in front of me.” Tom chuckled as he explained his reasoning.

“Wow, but those eggs are so good, it’s like the best chocolate during springtime.” You gaped back and laughed.

He fake shivered in disgust, “No way. I’d rather have something salty instead of chocolatey or sweet now.”

“Ok, yeah, I admit salty foods are so good sometimes. Like after a good workout, I crave something savory and salty.” You said and he nodded in agreement.

“Yea! That’s how I feel.” He laughed.

The two of you continued a bit more until Tom realized the haircut was done now. You had just finished brushing his hair to a perfect place.

“Woah, it’s so good, I’ve never seen my hair look this – amazing!” He has to pause and turn his head, admiring the look.

“Really? I tried to do what you wanted, but I added a little bit of my touch too, styling it in a different way. Your hair is so soft and easy to work with.” You told him and he smiled.

“Yes, this is exactly what I wanted. And you’re like the best hairdresser I’ve worked with before. I usually feel so awkward about getting my hair done because I don’t know whether I should keep talking or not.” He admitted.

“Oh goodness, I feel the same way sometimes. My eyes end up just flying everywhere and I don’t know if I should look at who’s doing my hair through the mirror!” You reveal and Tom nods, laughing and agreeing with you.

“Yea, that’s what I do too. It feels rude to be on my phone the whole time, but I also get so awkward trying to start a conversation, but it felt easy talking with you like we were friends.” He said, standing up after you untied the cover and took the towel off.

You grinned back to him, “Yea, I don’t think I’ve ever really connected with someone so easily before like I did with you.”

He smiled back and took his shot, hoping he doesn’t embarrass himself. “Can I have your phone number? I think we could be friends and maybe we can go out and do something together,”

Your eyes widen slightly in surprise, but you nodded to him, “I’d really like that. Here, I’ll write it down and maybe we can meet somewhere close by before you have to travel.”

You write down your number and hand it to him. As you both went to the cash register, Tom paid for his haircut and added a tip.

“I’ll text you. I think I’m leaving at the end of the month, so we’ve got some time if you want to go meet for a coffee or lunch someday,” Tom spoke up as you close the register.

“Oh, that’s good, yeah! Just text me and we can set something up. I’m glad we met, you’re a sweet guy.” You said, smiling to him.

He grinned back and the two of you said goodbye. He left the building feeling like a new person with a good haircut. He was really interested in you, he liked you and wanted to be friends or something more if possible.

Then you put a huge, limited-edition sticker over the light. When you backed away from the bike, you awed at the sight of the pretty stickers.

Then you realized… oh, Uncle Bucky might not like that.

At all, actually.

But you did put a cute kitty sticker that looked kind of like his pet cat, so he might actually like that one, right? You questioned yourself a little bit longer then decided to peel off a few stickers to make the bike not be as shiny.

When you peeled one back, the paint on the bike peeled off too. Oh no. That’s a big mistake. You started to panic and rushed to grab your glitter glue pen and scribbled over the spot.

Then you realized that it probably made it worse and that the glitter glue was leaking down over the rest of his bike.

You gaped at it. Then scrubbed it with your sleeves, which didn’t do much. By the time you gave up and stopped messing with it any longer, it was dinner time, and you rushed back into the kitchen before your dad, Steve, called you.

“Just in time. The pizza’s here and everyone’s joining us.” Your dad spoke to you, ruffling your hair and picking you up. You leaned into his touch and frowned, still worried about your mess.

“Dad, I might’ve made a big mistake.” You whispered in his ear, as he walked you to grab a slice of pizza.

He hummed, not noticing how upset you looked. “What? That’s okay, everyone makes mistakes sometimes.”

“But… Uncle Bucky is going to kill me!” You rushed out, and this time he turned to face you after sitting you down on a seat.

“Buck doesn’t kill people, he’ll forgive you for anything. He loves you.” Your dad frowned back, and you huffed out an irritated sigh.

“Fine, but I’m going to run away from him when I see him because I know he’ll kill me for sure!” You were being a bit dramatic about it, but you really felt like you messed up badly this time.

“What exactly did you do?” Your dad asked, then got up after a few moments of silence. You weren’t going to tell your dad, because then he’d go tell Uncle Bucky immediately. They were best friends and like brothers!

“Either way, you’ll be alright. He’ll understand it was just a mistake and forgive you.” He murmured at you, then walked away.

You shuffled the slice of pizza in your mouth as fast as you could. You weren’t staying around because you totally messed up and you really didn’t want to get in trouble with Uncle Bucky.

You rushed out when you heard people’s voices in the hallway. You noticed one of them was Bucky, then you froze for just a second. Then you ran off as quickly and quietly as you could, worry built up in your chest.

You hid under the coffee table in the living room, hearing your dad talking. “Where did she run off to?” He asked Sam, looking around the dining room.

“I need to speak with her. Jarvis told me there was a surprise in the garage, and I just saw stickers and glitter all over my bike.” Bucky sighed, anger in his voice but he was mostly amused and exasperated.

Steve frowned back, “What?! That’s what she did? She told me she made a mistake, and she was scared you were going to kill her.”

“I would never do anything like that!” Bucky scoffed and Steve nodded back.

“Yea, she doesn’t know better, she’s a kid.” Steve explained and he nodded while Sam laughed.

“I remember thinking my mom would kill me because I forgot to do my chores a few times when I was her age.” Sam added.

The rest of the group came to the dining room and ate the pizza. You did your best to stay quiet and spy on them, but you were sure you were caught by Natasha and Clint at least once when you creeped around the corner.

You rushed off before everyone finished up and ran to your room. You were just going to hide the night there it seemed. You didn’t want to face Uncle Bucky at all right now because he seemed a bit angry.

Maybe tomorrow you could stop running away but for now you were just fine with hiding still.

…That all ends when your dad knocks on your door, calling your name. “Can you open the door please? Sweetie?”

You grumbled, “No.” Then covered your body with your fuzzy blanket, concluding this is a great hiding spot. You have so many other fuzzy blankets on your bed, so hiding under one seemed reasonable.

“I need to talk to you about something important. Please open the door.” Your dad spoke up again, amusement covering his voice.

“Uh, is it super-duper important?” You hesitated as you responded.

“Yes, very super-duper.” He replied and you heard a slight chuckle.

You huffed loudly and heavily, “Fine. But I’m not getting up to open the door, I’m hiding.”

“That’s alright, I can unlock it from here.” He cleared his throat, and you heard your door being unlocked. You shot up in your bed, feeling completely offended at the door opening. This made no sense! You were the only person with the key to your bedroom door.

“No fair! How did you get in?!” You yelped as he walked in, standing in the entry way and crossing his arms.

“I’m a superhero, a door can’t stop me.” He shrugged as if that was a good enough answer.

“Dad…” You groaned and smacked your head with your palm. He chuckled quietly at your reaction.

“I have someone here that wants to talk with you.” He continued, then turned to the side and revealed Bucky was standing there with an expression you couldn’t place.

“Uncle Bucky!” You shrieked this time, tumbling out of the bed with your legs kicking up in all of your fuzzy blankets and pillows, accidentally falling with a loud bump on the floor.

 “Kid,” He startled at your fall, then rushed towards you with your dad. They both helped you up and set you back on your bed as you pouted about landing weird on your knee.

“I think I’m going to have a bruise.” You complained, forgetting all about your previous actions of hiding as you poked and prodded at your knee. Your dad huffed out a breath of air and lightly touched your knee with a frown.

“Yep, that looks like it’s swelling already. I’ll go get an ice pack for you.”  He spoke up, glancing over at Bucky then back to you and giving you a peck on the forehead.

You froze up as you looked at Uncle Bucky, feeling horribly guilty and upset about the whole mess you made of the motorbike. “I’m really sorry, I swear. I’ll fix it! I saved up a ton of my Halloween candy, so if I sell it at school, then it’ll pay to get it fixed or a new one!” You blurted out a plan, feeling your heart start to race more and more as you stared at your uncle.

“Hey, no need to do any of that, save your Halloween candy for yourself,” He started, sitting at the edge of your bed.

He continued, “When I saw what you did, I thought it was very kind of you to decorate my bike. But it was a little…” You cut him off with a noise.

“I’m sorry! Really! I’m super sorry. I just wanted to put stickers everywhere and your bike would look shinier and pretty with my stickers, but after I did it, I saw I ruined it.” You rambled.

Bucky shook his head, “Kid, it’s ok. We all make mistakes sometimes, but I did want to talk to you about what you told your dad. Did you really think I’d hurt you?” He looked so upset at the thought of it.

“No… not really?” You groaned then shook your head, “I know that you and daddy and all of the others go out and fight and stuff.”

“We would never hurt you, you’re my niece, everyone here loves you.” He mumbled to you, leaning closer and pressing his hand onto your shoulder gently.

You sighed tiredly, “But what if I mess up more? Won’t you get sick of me?”

“You’re human, and you know what all humans do – we make mistakes and messes, but we learn from them. Everyone will still love you no matter what. Even if you destroy Tony’s lab or paint all of Natasha’s weapons or break Mjolnir somehow. Kid, you’re a treasure to us, we all love you.” Bucky explained to you.

You sniffled, feeling a little emotional and sleepy. “Promise? Even my dad would love me too if I do bad things?”

“Yes, completely, I promise.” Bucky whispered back.

Steve walked back into the room, holding the icepack and smiling at the two of you. “I promise we all love you.” He gently set the icepack on your knee as you blinked at him in confusion.

“Did you hear all of that?!” You gaped at him, making the two of them laugh deeply.

“I did, I’m a superhero after all.” He said teasingly. You groaned back at him feeling annoyed at his explanation.

“Well, when I become a superhero, I’ll be super sneaky and strong and know everything! Then you can’t surprise me anymore!” You blew out a funny noise with your tongue sticking out.

Bucky chuckled, “She got you there.”

You yawned and laid down on your pillows even more. Steve and Bucky looked at each other, then back to you and Bucky stood up from the bed.

Your dad leaned down to kiss your forehead again and Bucky squeezed your hand lovingly. “I think it’s time for you to get to sleep. Goodnight, we love you.”