Avengers Trash™

She didn’t remember much. Sometimes she would get little flashbacks of her parents faces, or of a family dinner. She was 15 when it happened, so naturally she didn’t have as much memory to loose.

They came in the night, so quiet that her parents didn’t even wake up. They didn’t know she was gone until the next morning. She didn’t remember the men’s faces much, just that they took her from her room in the middle of the night. The years after that were blurry, she remembered learning to fight, being taught new languages, and being locked up in a cage. But none of it was clear, it was like her memories shut down after they struck her in the back with a needle, and she fell asleep, trapped in her own mind for what seemed like decades.

(Y/n) Barnes woke up many years later, next to her brother in a small apartment. She didn’t know what was going on, why her and Bucky both had a metal left arm, or why people’s telephones had screens. But she went with it. She lived with her brother for a year, he explained HYDRA and how they brainwashed the Barnes siblings for many years.

There were a few people her age in the area, but (Y/n) didn’t make friends with them. After all that had happened, she didn’t trust many people. Though she wasn’t alone. Her and Bucky always had each other, and no one could come between them. 

But when his face was suddenly plastered all over the papers and some guy named Steve showed up, they went with him. They followed the familiar-looking man, and someone named Sam, who (Y/n) found to be funny in an assholeish way. When they explained to (Y/n) what was going on, and she didn’t hesitate in joining. Even against Bucky’s protests, saying she was only 15 and wasn’t ready. She convinced him, after reminding him that a) she was technically way older than 15, and b) even though she couldn’t remember her experiences with HYDRA, she remembered all they taught her, which includes combat training.

They let her fight, under one condition, she was their backup, and by no means would she be put on the front line. She could tell that Steve recognized her when he said that, and though he looked familiar, (Y/n) felt bad for not remembering him.

They told her to stay in a hotel while they were getting the new recruits. She decided to try and get some extra sleep, but try was the key word here. She found the walls to be very thin, as she heard someone next door speaking loudly. No one was responding so she assumed he was on the phone. 

(Y/n) waited for him to stop, but eventually she grew tired of hearing the jumble of words she couldn’t quite understand. She put on her leather jacket and the gloves she always uses to hide her left arm, and walked out the door, knocking on his.

She heard him pause before there were sounds of steps and then the door opened. “Look, I don’t know what you’re exited about, but I’m trying to get some rest over here, and the walls are thin. Could you please be excited in a more quiet manner?” 

Peter blushed and nodded “Y-yeah of course, s-sorry.”

She smiled “It’s fine” and went back to her room.

Peter went back to his room and stayed quiet, not that he was scared of yelling again, but he was thinking about the girl who just came to his door. For one, he found her to be one of the most gorgeous girls he’d ever seen. Another thing though, was that she wore a jacket and gloves just to come into the hallway, and then go right back to her room.

His thoughts were cut of by the sound of muttering coming from the room next door. He quickly got up and knocked, then again. The muttering stopped and after a few moments the girl appeared at the door, looking a bit shaken.

“Are you okay?” He asked “I-I heard muttering.”

“Y-yeah, just a nightmare, I’m fine, thank you.”

He leaned against the door “Would you like to talk? So you don’t think about it.”

She was surprised to say the least, no one but Bucky had ever seemed to care that she was okay. Granted, she couldn’t remember much.

“S-sure” She decided to trust him, only a little bit. Trust wasn’t (Y/n)’s thing. She let him in, glad that she had hid her weapons in the closet earlier. 

He sat on one of the beds “So tell me a bit about yourself”

“W-well my name is (Y/n), I live with my brother, we call him Bucky. I’m 15. There’s nothing more really” I was actually born in the 30′s and kidnapped by HYDRA and brainwashed into doing things I didn’t want to do, and my nightmares are the missions they sent me on.

“Okay, well, I’m Peter Parker, I live in Queens, New York with my Aunt May. I go to Midtown High School with my best friend Ned. I am also 15.” 

“So, Peter, why are you here?”

He scratched his head “F-family trip” he’s lying.

“Me too”

They talked for hours about lots of things, (Y/n) opened up more and more as the night went on, her stories came from the fun her and Bucky had together. When she said that she hadn’t seen Star Wars, Peter gasped and claimed that he was going to have a marathon and force her to watch with him.

When night came, Peter said goodbye before stopping at the door to add something “S-say, would y-you like to g-get lunch w-with me sometime?”

She smiled “Sure”

When (Y/n) woke up Bucky was by her side “We have to go (N/n)”

She got ready and put her suit on, loading the pockets with anything she may need “What’s the plan?”

“You are going to hide until we give you the signal, you aren’t going to show yourself until then.”

“So I’m like your secret weapon? Cool!”

He rolled his eyes and chuckled a bit, something that Bucky barely ever did “Just don’t get hurt (Y/n)”

(Y/n) stayed in the spot they picked out, anxiously waiting for them to yell the signal, even though they didn’t tell her what that was, she had a feeling she would know.

She watched as Tony Stark yelled “Underoos!” and someone flew in, slinging some white string at Steve’s shield.

Then Steve yelled out “fii atent!”, she knew that was her signal, it meant be careful in Romanian.

She put her mask on and ran as fast as she could over to where everyone was, and enjoyed the look of shock on the other side’s faces when they realized she was just like Bucky.

“Great” Tony muttered “Now we’ve got two assassins against us”

“Ex-Assassins” (Y/n) reminded him, a bit cold on the subject “If you want to know everything like you say you do, I suggest you write that one down.”

The fight went on for awhile before (Y/n) heard a voice say “Okay, I’m done. I’m done.” He lifted his mask a little above one eye, and (Y/n) saw the very person she had talked to for hours previously. 

“Peter, are you okay? Are you hurt?”

“H-how do you know my name?”

“Well if I didn’t, how would I make it to our date later?” She said, taking the mask off. 

He gasped “(Y/n)”

“That would be me” she turned to look at the others “I need to help them, stay here and I’ll be back”

“O-okay”

When Tony saw her without the mask, he immediately asked FRIDAY who she was.

“Facial recognition tests identify her as (Y/n) (M/n) Barnes. She was reported missing in 1945, a few days after learning about the death of her brother James Buchanan Barnes, known as Bucky. Many people thought her to be dead after the search was called off in 1951, by an official named Armin Zola. He was later confirmed to work for HYDRA, but this came long after the search.”

“Well shit. It appears Barnes has a sister. Are there any HYDRA files about her?”

“They kept low record of her, to prevent anyone from finding out she exists. The only information I can find that we don’t already know is that she was stolen from her house to be used as bait for James Barnes, but later used as more when they saw what she was capable of. She was sent into a coma by doctors after she started fighting guards in attempt to escape.”

“Huh”

(Y/n) snuck back over to Peter when she could “Are you still good?” 

“As long as our lunch is still on, I’m good.“

“Of course it is”

He looked around “But, does your brother have to know? Because I feel like he’d literally kill me if he knew-” 

(Y/n) chuckled “He doesn’t have to know yet Pete”

“Fuck you Parker” Peter yelled at himself as he punched one of the walls in his room, luckily May wasn’t home. “Fuck you for letting” punch “the most amazing” punch “girl, in the world” punch “get away” punch.

He had successfully made a decent sized hole, but lazily threw a poster over it. That wasn’t what he was worried about.

He wasn’t even worried about being Spider-Man anymore. He wasn’t worried about The Vulture. He wasn’t even worried about the Spanish test he had the next day that he forgot to study for. The only thing on his mind at the moment, was getting (Y/n) Stark back.

Peter Parker called her 17 times. He sent multiple text messages, all that were left on read. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t get ahold of her. 

Then he decided to do the only thing he had left, he was going to see her in person. He guessed this wasn’t his best idea, considering he was about to walk into a building that housed the one and only Tony Stark. Who was undeniably planning his murder at this very moment.

But it was all he had.

She was all he had.

And he would go through Hulk to get her back.

Peter may have been a tad over-confident. When Tony answered the door, his expression hardened “Parker”

“Please Mr. Stark, I-I know you’re mad at me-“

“I wouldn’t sugar coat it”

“Okay, you’re ready to murder me.”

“That’s more like it”

“I-I get that, I deserve it. In fact I invite you to do so, but please I have to talk to her. Please.” He begged, not even caring that he was practically on his knees.

Tony sighed, still not dropping his glare “You can come in, but you can’t talk to my daughter. We are going to have a conversation.”

Peter gulped “O-Okay”

Once they were inside, he was led to the kitchen, where he sat on a barstool as Tony made coffee.

“When (Y/n) announced that she was going to go to Homecoming with you, I told her one thing. I told her that she was too young to go to a dance, that I knew what happened there. After, when I asked her how the night went, I was actually eager to hear the answer. She was so excited for that night, she spent five hours shopping with Nat and Wanda to find the perfect dress, she spent almost the same amount of time getting ready.

“When I saw the way you looked at her, I thought that she would definitely be okay, because she was with someone who loved her.

“But do you know how heartbreaking it was to hear her response? She said, and I quote, ‘You know how you said you know what happens at dances? Well how many times do people get stood up?’

“Do you know how hard it was to hear that?”

A tear slipped out of Peter’s eye “I know I’m an asshole, I know I don’t deserve her, but I also know that I love her and I have to make up for my mistakes.”

“How do I know you are going to do that Peter? How do I know you aren’t going to fuck with her feelings again? How do I know that even if she gives you another chance, you aren’t going to break her heart a second time?” his voice was getting louder with each word, until he closed his eyes and took a deep breath “How do I know that Peter?”

“Because I love her. I love her more than anything, and there is no way in hell I am going to let her get away again. And if I’m fortunate enough to get her back, which I will do everything in my power to do, I am not going to make another huge mistake. I swear on my life that I will make sure no one hurts her, and that includes me.” He was standing now, also raising his voice.

Tony sighed “I will give you one chance. If she forgives you, so will I. But know this Peter, if you ever hurt her again, we will not be having a conversation. It will be so much worse.”

“Thank you” was all he said before bolting as fast as he could to the elevator.

When he got to her door he paused a second before knocking gently three times.

“I told you dad, I don't need you to check up on me every half hour.”

“It’s not Tony” was all he said, and there was a few seconds of silence.

“What are you doing here?” was all she asked.

“Can I come in?”

A few more second of silence, then the door opened.

She looked like a mess, he hair wasn’t brushed, there were fresh dark circles around her eyes, making her red, tear stained cheeks pop out more.

He felt awful, he had done that. He had made the person he loves most cry, he had put her in that pain.

“I’m so sorry (Y/n)” 

“You have every reason to be.” she said, refusing to break eye-contact “What excuse did you come to make this time?”

“I have no excuse for treating you like that, I-I just came to say sorry. I really mean it (Y/n).”

“Do you? Do you really? Because it seems like all I've heard from you in the past month is ‘sorry’, yet you do nothing to make it up. Even our make-up dates had to be made up.”

Peter looked down, then back up at her beautiful (e/c) eyes, that glistened with tears.

“I know I was stupid, so stupid.” he saw as she turned around to wipe a fallen tear and as she turned toward him he hugged her as more tears fell, and more.

“W-why did you do it Peter? W-was I n-not g-good enough? I mean, I know I wasn’t, but you could have a-at least told me instead of leaving me hanging every n-night.” she sobbed.

Peter backed up shocked “W-what? What do you mean you weren’t good enough?”

“I mean it’s pretty obvious, I’m nothing like the other girls. I’m not as pretty or desirable. I don't know why you would want me instead of someone like Liz Allen.”

Peter hugged her again “I don’t want to ever hear you say those words again (Y/n) (M/n) Stark. You are absolutely gorgeous, and smart, and hilarious. You can cheer anyone up by just walking in the room. You aren’t afraid to geek out with me and Ned, and you do what you like even though you’re a Stark, which means that someone’s always following you. I don’t want Liz or anyone else (Y/n), I want you.”

She let out another sob and clutched him tighter. He was also crying at his point “A-any chance we could give it another go?”

She said nothing, just looked up and kissed him “Does that answer your question?

He laughed and kissed her again, the feeling of her lips giving I'm the best feeling he had felt in awhile “I don’t deserve you”

“Damn straight”

They both jumped as they heard a slow clap, coming from none other than Tony Stark, standing alongside most of the Avengers.

Natasha and Wanda looked like they were trying as hard as they could to keep large grins off their faces. Obviously failing. They were perhaps the biggest fans of (Y/n) and Peter, and even after what happened they knew them two couldn’t last 24 hours without each other. 

(Y/n) glared at them as if to say ‘shut up’, but she knew they were going to ask non-stop questions later, when they weren’t teasing her.

Peter however, focused on the others in front of him. Tony had his death glare of his face, and wore a shirt that made the arc reactor on his chest pop out. Bucky was positioned so he face a little to the side, showing his metal arm. Thor had his hammer in his hands while both him and Steve stood tall, flexing a bit to show their muscles. Then he caught the eye of Natasha Romanoff, who he knew was a badass assassin who wasn’t afraid to do anything, and Wanda Maximoff, the trained agent who could move things with her mind.

He was to scared to find words, luckily (Y/n) saw, she rolled her eyes and chuckled “Awww, look at them trying to be all intimidating.“

Peter didn’t dare agree with her, though normally he would have laughed.