#dark marvel

Your head was resting on the window, watching the vast ocean go by outside as Steve sped down the coastal highway. The pink and orange hues reflected on the water from the setting sun, sparkling even as the water grew darker with the loss of light. It was breathtaking but you were too tired to properly enjoy it. Which irritated you; you had never seen the open ocean before. You sighed, the glass fogging, thinking of all the running around Steve had forced you to do the last handful of days. The three of you had taken a trip to celebrate a year since you had been collared by the two superheroes. Steve wanted to explore and keep busy. And show you off. He relished in how people snuck glances at you in the short sundresses he made you wear and knowing he owned you. Wanda as usual was more reclusive, comfortable with lounging at the Airbnb when Steve whisked you away to some new event during the day. Your days were filled with constant activity and your nights were filled with being pressed between them, your body ravaged.

You had been free once. Before you had signed up to work at the Avengers facility. You wanted to grow up the ranks, put yourself out there.

All it had done was put you directly in their sights. An itch they desperately wanted to scratch cause you were dutiful. Except to Stark. He was someone you had an aversion to. You tried to hide it but he hid a smirk every time he spoke to you cause he could see how much he irritated you just with his presence.

That drew their attention too. They were on his team but only on fragile terms.

And when the war was done, they just wanted reprieve and something to give them control and comfort. Especially Wanda. She had lost everything and Steve could not bear to try to revisit the past, even though he desperately wanted to.

Finding you still alive at the facility and with a bright smile only flamed the desire to have something of their own that survived as simply a human being. You were a trophy. Something they had saved. They would cherish you. And would make sure you remembered who put themselves on the line. Who picked you to make sure you would enjoy the best in life after the world had seen the worst. How else could you repay them except falling to your knees... obeying their whims... allowing them access to you as repayment for all the work they had done to make sure you could lay on Egyptian cotton...

The car was slowing, drawing you from your eyelids starting to droop.

You lifted your head feeling the car veer off towards the side of the road. Steve was pulling off onto an empty overlook. Your shoulders slumped; you were hungry and wanted to be at the Airbnb to go to bed.

"What are we doing, sir?" you asked him in a soft voice to avoid sounding accusatory. That would only make him mad, challenging his authority. That was a lesson you learned early on. Steve was Captain. You followed his orders.

The car came to a stop and he threw it into park. "Come on, let's get out. It's supposed to be the best view this stretch of the highway before we get back. And the light is about gone."

He pushed his door open. Sliding out of the car before you got a word in edge wise. But what else should you expect? You had never had a voice in this relationship to begin with.

Unbuckling your seat belt, you opened your door and climbed out of the car. Steve was already standing by the cement barrier, hands in pockets and admiring the view. Modeling what behavior you should mirror to please him. Look at the view. Be grateful he was providing you this opportunity.

You came up beside him, placing your hands on the barrier, peering out over the water. Even in the almost shade of night, the water was beautiful. Maybe even more than during the day. It was serene, the waves lapping at the shore in careful succession. You found yourself falling into inhaling and exhaling to match the waves. It eased something inside you. It might have been hours you stood there. A soft smile crept across your lips. Maybe it was okay that you stopped here. Despite your exhaustion. You were finally being given the opportunity to take in a magnificent sight that had been foreign to you.

Until Steve's voice so close to your ear startled you back to reality.

"Enjoying the view, pearl?"

You turned your head to answer but he was already leaning in. He caught your mouth, jolting you to him. Flush against him, his grip tightened on you as his passion intensified. His tongue swirled around your own, pulling you deeper into the kiss. When he pulled back, he exhaled raggedly. He was quick to try to flip you around. Your head was spinning as he forced you to bend over the hood of the car.

Out here? you thought panicked. Anyone could drive by and see you! Kissing was one thing, him driving up into you was an absolute other thing.

"Sir, we can't," you tried to reason with him, pushing back against his hand holding you down as he flipped up your sundress. "The cars--"

How could he do this? Interrupt your peace he tried to give you by just finally being able to enjoy a sight you had never seen?

"Let them watch," Steve husked, keeping his hold tight on your lower back as he forced himself in between your thighs. "Show them who owns you."

You squirmed as he pushed your underwear aside to enter you. You begged, "Sir, stop!"

Steve did not listen.

Irritation overflowed. You had been kidnapped. Forced underneath his boot. Hidden away. Refused autonomy. Among all the other bullshit. And now being humiliated this badly on a public highway....

You instinctively stomped back as hard as you could on his foot. Digging your stiletto in. He grunted loudly, probably more in shock than anything since he could take hits better than ninety-nine percent of the people on the planet.

Steve's hands left you swiftly, your dress falling down to brush at your thighs. He clamped down on the back of your neck and yanked you off the hood. Spinning you around he caught you by the face, fingers digging into your cheeks.

"How dare you, you fucking brat!" he snarled, eyes wild. You sputtered, knowing you had messed up but did not know what to say to get yourself out of it. You had meant it... the disobedience. You had not shown it for quite some time but he had pushed you. His fingers dug in tighter and he leaned in, his nose brushing yours. "Have you lost your mind?"

"I--"

"Shut up!" Steve ordered you, hand coming down to wrap up in the front of your dress. He flung you towards your car door. You stumbled, using the car to brace you from tumbling. "Get back in the car! Now!

Trembling as the gravity of what you had succumbed to with your loss of control in your emotions, you opened the car door doing as he demanded. You were supposed to be good. You were supposed to obey him. Please him for your own safety. You were given luxury... as long as you behaved.

You had failed. Miserably. You had defied the man who had preserved your safety.

You unsteadily got into your seat, pulling the door closed behind you. You could not do anything but look straight ahead as Steve angrily swung his door closed with a bang, aggressively pushing his finger to start the car.

You braced yourself when he slammed his foot on the gas, the tires squealing on the dirt before jolting you back towards the road. The car caught traction back on asphalt, quelling the anxiety of spinning tires.

Daring a quick look, you saw Steve gritting his teeth, shaking his head. He sensed you looking and his eyes slid to you for just a moment. But your blood went ice cold seeing the fury behind his gaze.

~PAST

“That’s dreadful!” you exclaimed to the man sitting across from you.

The man, Eddie, had grabbed your attention as you passed his table, praising you for your performance. He was not sober but not annihilated either, so you felt it was genuine. As you had begun to talk, you quickly find out that he was from near the same area you had grown up in for a majority of your childhood. He invited you to sit down and share stories. Without thinking, you had accepted; excited to relate to someone who knew your roots in a way no one around you now did. He was in the middle of talking about a flood that had happened to his village. You were both leaning in towards each other across the table, you enamored with the story.

Suddenly a shadow fell over the table and you looked up, finding Tony glowering at the pair of you. Your face fell seeing the darkness swirling in his eyes. You had been with him long enough now to know the flares of his temper.

“Hello,” Eddie greeted him, raising his glass. He had no idea who Tony was as he was just passing through. He also had no idea the temper your husband harbored and could not sense it like you could. You were just talking for father’s sake though!

Regardless of your irritation at his reaction, you made to introduce Tony to try to diffuse the situation. “Hello, love. Tony, this is Eddie. Eddie. Tony, my husband. Eddie grew up around the area my childhood village was at.”

“That so?” Tony asked. His tone was light but you heard the edge. You nodded and Tony breathed, “Wow, what are the odds?”

“That’s what I was thinking,” Eddie returned jovially. He pointed at you, “You’ve got a lovely wife, Tony. Beautiful voice. Makes me proud to know someone that talented came from around my parts.”

Tony patted Eddie on the shoulder. “She is mighty stunning, isn’t she?”

“Mighty,” Eddie agreed, taking a drink of his beer, shooting a look at you across the table.

Tony gave a toothy smile, one that set you on edge instantly. “Ah, a man loves hearing another man fuss over his wife.”

He gave a small chuckle, which Eddie returned with a shrug. Without warning, Tony swung his arm up holding his glass and smashed it against the side of Eddie’s head. Eddie slumped down in his chair immediately after the blow.

“Tony!” you shrieked mortified.

Eddie groaned loudly, his hand coming up shakily to touch at the blood already falling down his face. But Tony socked him, knocking him out of his chair. He swooped down, grasping Eddie’s collar and gave him another hit to the face, dropping him to the ground unceremoniously. You feared he would fall unconscious with how hard Tony had been hitting him.

The people closest by had stopped their merriment, watching in shock.

Tony stepped around the table, eyes ablaze, and yanked you up from the table. His fingers digging painfully into your arm. His other hand came to grip your face tightly, causing you to pucker your lips.

“You don’t sit at other tables with men who are gushing over you!” he snarled. He began dragging you away from the table. You felt eyes of the other patrons on the pair of you still, but no one did anything to stop Tony from manhandling you. They were too afraid to stand up to him. Up the stairs, he continued berating you, “Embarrassing me like that. Soaking up that asshole’s attention! Maybe letting you be in a brothel was a mistake. Starting to act like a strumpet yourself!”

That statement caused him to stop in his tracks, something clicking in him, and he viciously turned to you, slamming you up against the wall behind you. Inches from your face, he snapped, “Is there something I should know? You sleeping for coin behind my back?”

Stumbling over your words, eyes wide with fright, you whimpered, “N-No, Tony! Why would you think—”

“I need to go have a word with Frank to see if you’ve been bringing men back to our room?”

“No!” you blubbered. “I’m not. I promise!”

Tony chewed on his bottom lip, piercing you with a hard stare. Slowly, his eyes drifted down to your lips and he exhaled slower. He brought his hand up, wiping away a tear on your cheek. He brought his finger to his mouth, sucking in, tasting the salt from your tear.

“Oh, of course you aren’t,” he tutted. “You’re a good girl. Pious unless I get you on your back myself."

He leaned in, capturing your mouth with his own. You could not find the courage to kiss him back, afraid this was just a game, and he was going to snap on you again. He did not seem to care that you did not return the gesture, humming with approval when he pulled away. He caressed the sides of your face.

“You are lovely. He was not wrong.”

<><><>

~PRESENT

As if on cue, Bucky strolled out of the door, lighting up a cigarette. His gaze swept the street and his eyes landed on you standing there looking like a deer in headlights. You looked away from him, shaking.

Ian said quietly, “It’s fine. You’re not doing anything wrong.”

“Talking to any other man is wrong according to Tony,” you said back, unable to not sound sour. You straightened up and said rushed, “Best is to act normal. Escort me to the door? Bucky – on the deck – can take the blankets if he wants or I can.”

Without waiting for him to respond much besides a nod, you turned and faced Bucky who was observing you with a hand on his hip, the other holding his cigarette to his lips. Crossing the street, you held your skirts above the mud, making sure it was obvious you wanted to avoid dirtying yourself. It made more sense that Ian would be carrying the blankets for you, bringing you home. And you thanked the heavens you had two – that would indicate you were on separate blankets, erasing any room to think of the two of you snuggled close.

As you approached the steps, you forced yourself to look up to meet Bucky’s eyes. You mustered a small smile and greeted, “You made it back.” You came up to stand a step below him on the deck.

Bucky said nothing, his eyes flicking over your shoulder to where Ian was, sizing him up. He took a long drag on his cigarette. You stood there, heart hammering thinking of whatever Bucky was making up in his head. You needed to cut him off at the knees before he fabricated up a tale.

Turning back, you thanked Ian, “I appreciate you carrying those for me, Mr. Whitworth.”

“No issue, Mrs. Stark,” Ian responded, playing right along with not referring to each other by your first names.

You smiled and then sheepishly said, “Oh, my apologies. Mr. Whitworth, Bucky. Bucky, Mr. Whitworth. Bucky’s family, Mr. Whitworth.” To Bucky, you explained, “Mr. Whitworth works in the fields. Comes in sometimes for dinner.”

Ian adjusted the blankets in his arms and held out his hand in greeting to Bucky. Bucky eyed his hand before extending his own, still silent. They shook hands and Ian said, “Pleasure to meet you. And Ian is just fine.”

“Nice to meet you,” Bucky said gruffly, finally speaking. He exhaled smoke and asked, “What was the use for the blankets?”

“School was putting on a play. Townsfolk were watching it. No seating though save the ground, so needed something to keep us clean,” Ian responded confidently.

“Right. That’s what Frank said when Tony asked him where she was. You went together?”

“Regina was there,” you cut in quickly. “She just got back before us. She was quicker to return. She’s got a shift.”

“Hmm,” Bucky murmured, seeming unmoved by your statement. He flicked ashes and informed you, “Well, Tony’s looking for you. Wasn’t too pleased to find you here when we arrived.”

“Didn’t expect you back. Otherwise I would’ve been here.”

“How about you join us, Ian? I’m sure spending time with two gals for too long melts your brain with their mindless chattering. Especially with one being a whore and the other wet behind the ears due to being raised by a pastor,” Bucky invited. You remained impassive, used to Bucky’s rude comments by now. Ian’s eyes narrowed ever so slightly, and you prayed he would keep his composure. “You can have a couple of beers with us. Rejuvenate yourself. I’m sure Tony’ll be happy to meet the gentlemen who escorted his songbird home.”

You knew exactly what he was doing and you hated it. You were already going to have to say goodbye to Ian and your solace in spending time with him. Now having to worry about Tony picking up on anything between the two of you and flying off the handle was compounding your frustration. Bucky did not believe you innocent here and he was purposely trying to make you uncomfortable to get you caught off guard.

Ian played along, giving a half shrug. “Sure. Sounds good.”

“I can take the blankets now,” you said, holding out your hands.

Ian came up the stairs to you, handing them over. Bucky tossed his cigarette down and stepped on it, turning to follow into the brothel behind you. You entered, finding the dining room beginning to fill up. You spotted Tony at the booth they preferred and knew better than to walk by him without welcoming him back. His temper according to Bucky was already simmering at finding the brothel empty of you, no need to give him another reason to be irate.

He spotted you before you reached the table, his wide smile at whatever joke Steve had just told him shrinking ever so. You put on a gentle smile as you came up to him and leaned down, giving him a kiss on his temple.

“When did you get back?” you asked lightly.

“Little bit ago. Got you something upstairs on the vanity," Tony responded, running his eyes up and down you. “Spending your time watching school children I hear.”

You nodded, “It was quite good.”

Bucky sat back down in his chair on the other side of the table from the booth, and gestured at an empty one for Ian. They both hung their hats off the back of their chairs.

“Can’t imagine children being good at acting, but whatever you say, dearie,” Tony chuckled. He noticed Ian and cocked his head.

Bucky introduced, “Ian. Walked Y/N home. Carried the blankets for her cause they went together.”

“I’m going to put these upstairs. I’ll be back,” you informed the table before turning on your heel and walking off without waiting to hear if Tony was going to protest.

Upstairs, you took a big breath in, exhaling slowly. You repeated it a couple of times before opening your eyes again. You spotted Tony’s things were back in the room and sighed heavily thinking of how you probably would not get to sleep until late tonight. He was insatiable when he first came back from a break away from you.

Walking to the vanity, you found a jeweled necklace laid out. So their plunder had been fruitful. You wondered who he had stolen this treasure off of. You traced your fingers over it. It was impossibly beautiful. You reached behind your head, unclasping the necklace you were currently wearing. You replaced it with this new one, wanting to show your appreciation for this gift. He did not take kindly when you tried to be modest about the things he brought back for you.

Creeping back downstairs, you peeked around the wall into the main room. Thankfully, it looked like they were all getting along, Ian still in one piece without blood on him. Stepping into the room, you were suddenly cut off by Frank, who came in front of you, arms crossed. You held back a sigh at his disappointed expression. He leaned in and said tightly, “I don’t need another bar fight, Y/N. I’m going to keep my mouth shut about that boy hovering around you when he first got here. But you gotta be straight with me. Should I expect trouble?”

“Ian’s not stupid, he knows to keep his mouth shut. He’ll play along well.”

“I’m not worried about him.”

You sighed, “I’m not responsible for Tony.”

“You are though. If you’ve been running around with that boy out of my sights—”

“I haven’t been. We just went to watch the school play,” you interrupted. “And Regina was there too. Bucky just happened to intercept us coming back and invited him to the table.”

Frank looked unconvinced but stepped aside to let you pass. Bristled, you continued on, trying to shake the nervousness from your limbs. At the table, you slid into the booth beside Tony and his arm draped on the seat behind you.

He leaned forward, taking in the necklace. He traced his other hand over it and said satisfied, "Perfect length for you. And the color suits you."

"Thank you very much," you said turning your head to face him, your heads close. "It's beautiful."

"Nothing less than perfect for my songbird," he said, giving you a peck on the lips.

Cheeks warm, you avoided eye contact with Ian across the table though you knew he was watching.

<><><>

“I should hit the hay,” Ian said before throwing back the rest of his beer.

It had been a couple of hours of card games, gambling on the games, alcohol, and laughs around the table. They were in good spirits, even Bucky who had orchestrated what he thought was a trap for you.

“It’s early,” Bruce pointed out.

“Not for me. I gotta be up at the crack of dawn,” Ian snorted. “We got only a week or so more in that field and then they told me there’s some work down yonder. Need to keep up my good reputation to continue getting work.”

Hearing that made your stomach drop. He had not mentioned leaving to you. And he was going to leave before you sang?

“At least someone at this table is responsible,” Tony commented, taking a sip. He shot you a look and smirked, “I mean, besides you, love. You’re responsible to a fault. Keep me in check.”

Ian was looking between the pair of you, and you saw a fleeting look of downheartedness at Tony’s close proximity and the way his hand was circling slow circles on your shoulder. He cleared his throat and stood up from the table, grabbing his hat off the back of the chair.

“Much obliged for the company,” he told the table. They rose their glasses to him.

Regina came up to you, “Y/N, Frank wants to bump you up ten minutes.”

You shot a look in Ian’s direction but not for long because Tony gave you a nudge. “Go on, dear. Serenade your old man.”

Disappointed you were being made to leave, you stood from the table. Ian though said, “Walk me up? I gotta pay my tab.”

You forced a nod and the pair of you took away from the table towards the bar through the crowded tavern.

“You sure you can’t stay for one song?” you asked, turning to him when you were close to the bar, trying to keep the desperation out of your voice. You did not want the night to end. You did not want the two of you to end; you wanted to continue indulging in the fantasy of having a man who would not kidnap you, force you into marriage…

He searched your face and swallowed sharply. He met your eyes and gave you a sad smile. “Probably best if I don’t. Might get sucked in for more.” Your shoulders slumped and he said sincerely, “Thanks though for the good time. You’re mighty pleasant company.”

There was a lump in your throat as you held back tears. You nodded, “You too. I… I hope you sleep well.”

His smile was soft before he tore his eyes away from you, going to close the distance to the bar. You stared at his back, and felt the sadness weigh down on you, watching a good man walk away from you.

He did not look back. He knew to play along well. You had said so yourself.

“Y/N,” one of the bouncers, John, said beside you, causing you to jump. “Whoa there, just me. We got the stage cleared for you.”

Holding your head higher, you gave him a stiff nod. “Thanks.” You stopped him suddenly, “Can we do number 7 on the list?”

John frowned, “That’s quite a sad one.”

Shrugging, you said, “People like sad sometimes. Gets the men blubbery and instead of taking a healthy cry, they’ll fill Frank’s pockets more for more ale to drown their sorrows.”

That drew a sharp laugh out of John. “Golly, I did not mark you as conniving. Sure, you got it. I’ll let the pianist know.”

Stepping up on stage, you fussed with your hair briefly. Facing, the crowd, you clasped your hands in front of you in front of the microphone. Tony was watching you hungrily from the booth, looking very much like the predator he was. And you were still tethered to him, wallowing in self-pity at his mercy.

"Which leads to this," Tony lectured, flipping the slide.

You had been nodding along in the second row of the crowd as he presented his new technology that would lead to improvement in the medical field at large. But as soon as he clicked for the next slide, you froze, eyes widening in panic.

The slide was not there. It was the last and the one most dramatic to really drive his point home.

He was frozen as well, staring up at the presentation screen in surprise. A small murmur went through the crowd. Beside you, you felt Peter turn his head to look at you and you felt heat creeping under his scrutinizing stare.

This was your fault. You were the one who had put the slide show together.

Tony recovered and turned back to the crowd. He pinned you with a hard look for a split second and you wanted to melt into the ground. You were going to lose your job. You were sure of it. You always felt on shaky ground because of your age and Tony proclivity for younger women. Yes, he still fucked you, last week in fact on your business trip to Belgium, but you never shook the worry your time as his assistant was coming to an end. He would find someone younger to quench his thirst and shake things up for himself.

The second passed and he grinned, giving a shrug to the crowd in general.

"Good thing I'm a genius and can remember my spiel without notes. So, as I was saying..."

<><><>

The door flew open so hard it bounced off the wall behind it and Tony raged into the back room of the stage. Peter hurried in quickly behind him, closing the door just as Tony began to yell at you.

"What in the FUCK was that?" His veins were throbbing in his forehead as he stormed up to you.

Grimacing, you shrunk into yourself. Trying to hold back tears, you tried, "Mr. Stark, I'm so so--"

"You're goddamn lucky I did know what I was supposed to say, so at least THAT didn't get ruined!" He continued, pointing at you threateningly, causing you to wince back. "But you know what would have really knocked it out of the park? Oh, I don't know? Maybe the fucking video that would have demonstrated HOW this breakthrough would work?!"

"I don't know what happened, Mr. Stark," you said, unable to hold back your tears any longer, a couple escaping.

"Are you trying to sabotage me?" he demanded, taking another step towards you and you fought yourself to stand your ground. Instead you downcast your eyes, sniffling. "What? You got a better offer somewhere else and you're trying to fuck me over before going there?"

You looked up alarmed and immediately shook your head, "No, I would never--"

He cut you off again, snarling, "Or are you just that stupid?"

Your shoulders slumped and you wiped at your eyes. Weeping, you pleaded, "Mr. Stark, please. It was an accident. I didn't do it on purpose. I don't know--"

"So, you're saying you're just stupid," he sneered.

"I..." you started, your voice cracking.

He stared at you, his breath fast and sharp with his anger. You did not know what to say, the moments stretching with the silence.

Tony huffed loudly before snapping his fingers. "You know what? I think it's time Peter sees something you're actually good at." You glanced up at him quickly, your brow stitching in confusion. "Strip."

You blanched. He could not be serious!

You began to shake your head, "Mr. Stark--"

"I hope that's you about to tell me you agree with me," he said icily. "We don't disobey, right? You're usually so obedient. Strip and place your hands on the table."

Swallowing sharply, you searched his face to see if maybe he was joking. His gaze did not falter and you stammered, "Can't we--what if someone walks in--?"

"Peter, lock the door," Tony said loudly, eyes not leaving you. "Make Y/N more comfortable." Peter did as he asked and your heart sank as Tony told you, "Behave or walk."

You were suspended, heart hammering. If you walked... he would blacklist you. You were sure of it. But Peter... he was watching. And he looked enticed, which only made it worse. This young kid was just as twisted as Tony. Not that that should surprise you, you thought miserably - he had no issue ordering you around the office.

"What's it gonna be, sweetheart?" Tony asked sharply, drawing your attention back to him.

A fresh onset of tears wetted your eyelashes as you stepped forward towards him. Your hands came up behind you and you unzipped your dress, shimmying out of it. You moved towards the table.

Tony chided, "I said strip."

Your lip warbled as you tugged your underwear down and pulled your bra off. You bent over, planting your hands on the table. You risked a glance up, seeing Peter and you did not miss the outline of his hardening dick in his slacks.

The air shifted behind you as Tony came up behind you.

"Haven't had to punish you for a while," he murmured. Louder, he commanded, "Count for me."

You gasped when he smacked your pussy.

"One," you said, head bowed in humiliation.

Another harsh smack. And another. He got you up to 10. You let out a shuddered breath when another one did not land.

His fingers ghosted along your folds, making you hiss softly with the sensitivity. He delved in slowly and chuckled darkly. "Look how wet you are. Your pussy just knows the beating it’s about to get. Trying to protect yourself, hmm?” Over you, he asked, "Peter, wanna take the lady for a spin? She's more than ready to accommodate."

Your stomach clenched, unbelieving this could get more shameful for you. That he was offering you up like his property. You could not bring yourself to look at Peter.

You heard his footsteps coming towards you before his fingers came underneath your chin, forcing you to look up at him. His eyes were blown wide with lust and he traced his thumb slowly across your bottom lip. His lips twitched as if he meant to smirk and he let go.

Peter moved behind you and you heard his zipper. Then felt his tip pressing against you, finding grounding and slipping in tantalizing slow.

"You don't gotta be gentle; she won't learn her lesson that way," Tony intoned, coming around to stand where Peter had just been.

You jolted as Peter picked up his pace. Tony leaned on the table, face close to yours.

"Look at me," Tony ordered in a low tone. You raised your head to be able to look him in the eyes. He searched your face, quiet for a few moments. When he spoke again, he warned you, "Don't fuck me up like that ever again. You understand me?"

"Yes, Mr. Stark," you rasped out, bracing for Peter's quick, deep thrusts.

You wiped at the blood on your face seeping from the scratch on your cheek. It was dark and your sense of balance was thrown off by your terror. The darkness not doing you any favors either. You had run too close to a blackberry bush; the brambles tangling up in your clothes and clawing at your exposed skin.

Run if you want, my sweet. Just remember that I can hunt better than you hide.

A half sobbed escaped and you clutched at your head hearing his voice echo inside. He was able to get to you easily when he was as close as he was, the closest he had been in ages.

Crouching low, you willed your breathing to slow.

You needed to think.

It had been a long time since he had been on Midgard. When you had been hidden here, he had not considered to look. There was no chance in his mind they would take you to this world. This pathetic world in his mind ripe for reaping. Surely you would be better kept on Asgard with all the magic and power to keep you shielded from him.

Something had tipped him off.

Or someone.

If he caught you, he could easily snap the spell that subdued your hormones... release your abilities. And make you succumb to him again.

He gained power through having you and Asgardians repelled at the idea of him having any more power than he naturally possessed. If they had simply killed you, you would have eventually reincarnated, and shown back up on Asgard.

Exhaling, you slowly uncurled yourself. Standing up straighter, you kept a keen ear out, trying to discern your surroundings. The sounds of the forest filled your ears, cricking and chirping. An occasional hoot.

Venturing on, you tried to move quickly without making too much noise. There was another place you could hide that was better warded nearby. You had hoped you would never have to use it.

Passing the familiar rock formation, hope blossomed.

And then you skidded to a stop almost tumbling forward into the dirt. Your heart clenched seeing that familiar face again.

Loki stood there just before you on the path, blocking your way to safety. He looked worn, his robes splattered with blood. His eyes lit at seeing you, elation coursing. A sinister smile appeared on his lips, total amusement at seeing the horrified look on your own face. He had cut through the guards and the magic and tracked you here.

You stayed still, praying one of the ancient guards that had been placed at the homestead to protect you had managed to survive his brutal attack to get you back in his arms.

"How I've longed for this moment," he breathed. He took a step closer and you took a step back. He cocked his head to the side, and feigned empathy, "Darling, there's no need to be afraid. I know they filled your head with lies. About me. About us. And blocked you from adoring me anymore."

He stalked towards you as he spoke and you stepped back into a hole accidentally. Your arms flailed as you tried to catch your balance.

Loki's arms were suddenly around you, him closing the space with agility. He stopped you from falling and you placed your hands on his chest trying to push away frightened.

One of his hands came up to brush at your cheek and along your lips, his eyes swimming with desire.

Despite yourself, you shivered at him scenting you. And when he pushed your collar aside, instinctively you titled your head, exposing your mark more easily to him. He visibly shuddered, dipping his face down to hover by your ear.

"I'm going to set you free, my sweet. And take you home at long last."

They had kept you in the medical room for days after you gave birth. You could tell Tony was getting stiff sleeping in the recliner next to the bed. But you knew it was unreasonable to think he would leave you and the baby alone. Not when you were not in your own room without nurses constantly coming in to check on you. When you had suggested moving back to your room yesterday, Tony cut it off quick. Not until they said it was okay. Nothing was wrong, just precaution; medically and to keep both of your heightened hormones isolated from the others.

No one had come to visit the baby. Tony had shut down that down and told the doctor no visitors.

You were growing restless with only the TV and breastfeeding occupying your time.

<><><>

The isolation did not falter when you were moved back to your room. You did not leave for anything – meals, socialization, walks…

You were being driven crazy. It had been over a week and a half since you had seen anyone, save Tony, medical staff, and the baby. You were on edge, feeling irritable that Tony was forbidding you to leave and also not allowing anyone to visit. He was tense, hovering around you. He was overbearing but this was taking the cake.

The irritation finally bubbled to the surface when he was fussing with your blankets for the umpteenth time.

“Will you just stop?” you said sharply.

Tony stilled, his eyes snapping to meet yours.

You glowered back at him, even though deep down, a voice was scolding you for being short with your Alpha when he was only pampering.

Leaning in, Tony asked in an unnervingly calm voice, “Excuse me?”

Ignoring the small voice inside, you returned irritably, “I’m fine! I don’t need you buzzing around me! I want some space! And all you’re doing is invading mine!”

He was staring at you in disbelief, and you crossed your arms defiantly. But broke eye contact. Too far to stare him down any longer, that nagging voice said.

Suddenly, he snapped his fingers in front of your face, causing you to jump.

“That’s what I thought,” he sneered. Cocking his head, he said condescendingly, “Now, how about you explain to me what your issue is instead of throwing a tantrum.”

Your face began to tighten up at his tone, and he snapped at you again. Frustration brewed under your skin at the infantilizing gesture.

“Without the attitude,” Tony ordered.

“I want to go outside!” you complained. “You’re keeping me locked in here! I’m sick of it!”

“For your safety!” Tony retorted, looking bristled by the accusation.

“I haven’t seen the sun since we came back in here!”

“You need shelter until you’re ready to be out with her. You are still heightened. It can cause problems.”

You shot a look at the crib where she was still sleeping soundly. Part of you at this moment resented having to think about her. Simultaneously, you felt guilt for thinking and feeling that in the first place. She was your baby. You wanted to be around her but not in confinement. If you could only get him to see it would be for the better to allow you out. He had to see how much it meant to you. If you were going to take care of her, you needed to be well yourself.

“I’m fine now—” you started to argue.

He cut you off, “I said no, omega.”

“I don’t care! It’s not just for me, it’s for her too!”

Tony was staring at you, his jaw tight, and silent. You shrunk back seeing the expression on his face. You had pushed him too far.

Straightening up after a few moments, he told you forcibly, “I find out you left the room, you’re not going to like the consequences.”

He turned on his heel, heading towards the door.

You sat up and protested, “Where are you going?”

“To get you the doctor,” he said over his shoulder, keying in the pin for the door.

“But—”

He had already left and the door slid shut behind him.

<><><>

He was not gone for long. When the door slid open again, you sat up again anxiously. The doctor was in tow and you sensed some irritation on her part. Tony was still tense and came to stand next to the bed to be by your side, facing her with a defensive air.

She stepped closer as well and cleared her throat. “Tony tells me something is wrong. How are you feeling?”

It felt like this was a trap and you looked up at Tony, catching his attention.

Impatiently, he gestured towards her, “Well, go on.”

“I… I want to go outside,” you told her meekly.

The doctor shifted her gaze to Tony for a moment before telling you, “That’s not an unreasonable request. Is that what is making you upset?”

“Yes.”

“You don’t feel irritable about anything else?”

You shrugged.

She revised, “You don’t have any negative feelings towards the baby? Towards Tony?” You faltered, thinking of a short while ago when you were upset that you had to consider her. The doctor noticed and said more softly, “It is okay if you are.”

That moment of doubt should not define everything.

You shook your head, “No. I just feel cooped up. I want to see my friends. I want them to see her.”

“Proud of her, are you?” the doctor lightly joked. You nodded and she said, “You should be.”

She came closer, pulling a device from her pocket. Tony was watching her and she noticed the tension in his frame. “Temperature,” she said in explanation. He gave a stiff nod and she leaned in, running it along your forehead. It beeped and she hummed in approval. Slipping it back into her pocket, she pulled out another one. “Hormones.” To you, she said, “Your neck.”

You moved so she could access it. She ran the small device over your mating mark.

“Hmm, a little elevated. But that is expected. Far better than she was a week ago,” she said more to Tony than anything.

“You can read that?” you asked curiously. You had never seen or heard of that type of technology.

“Mhmm. Tony?”

Tony held out his wrist, and she waved it over him as well.

“A lot more elevated,” she commented and Tony scoffed slightly. “But again, expected. And lower than before.”

She stepped back, clasping her hands in front of her. “I don’t see any issue with the two of you wandering around the grounds. As long as it's not too strenuous for Y/N. But if you’re concerned still, I can ask them to make sure there’s quiet space and one on one visitors to begin with…?”

You gave Tony a hopeful look.

He rubbed the back of his neck, sighing gently before saying, “Yes, I would like the latter.”

“S/O?” you questioned.

“Yes, that’s fine.”

The doctor nodded, “Okay, I’ll ask them to clear the gathering space on the west side now. The one with the large windows. It’s got the patio. And I’ll let them know you want to see her.”

“Right, thank you,” Tony told her.

“You’re doing great, Y/N,” the doctor directed at you before giving you a smile. “But take it easy. You’re still healing.”

When the door closed behind her, you threw the blankets back and immediately Tony said, “Now hold on.” You frowned, stilling your movement as he crouched down to get to eye level. He gestured between the two of your eyes, “Eye contact. You feel anything at all, you tell me. And if she gets fussy? We are coming back here to give her quiet space. You understand?”

“Yes, alpha,” you said quickly. You were anxious to get going.

Tony still looked unsure but stood up, allowing you the space to get out of bed.

<><><>

You had chosen a light green onesie for her and a white beanie, going back and forth between options. She needed to look her best. Tony had helped you get her swaddled properly on your chest, his hand resting on her head for a moment before he stepped back. He moved over to the supplies and picked up the sunscreen.

“You both can’t go out without this,” he informed you.

He was gentle applying it to her, careful to not get it near her eyes. He was just as gentle with you, locking eyes with you for a moment. You gave him a thankful smile and he leaned in, giving you a quick peck on the top of your head.

As the two of you walked down the hall towards the room the doctor had mentioned, Tony stayed close, a hand across you, resting on your hip lightly to keep touch on you. He encouraged you to take it slow, be easy on your body, it was not a race. He was right of course; you were still sore and would be for awhile.

In the room, you saw the patio door was open and made a beeline for it. Stepping out into the sunshine caused you to smile widely. Tony was still at your back, and you could feel his nervousness. You settled down into one of the patio chairs, adjusting to get comfortable with her. Tony dragged the chair beside you to the other side of your chair, inhaling deeply. He had moved it so when he sat down, he was facing the door instead of having his back to it. He tapped his fingers on the chair, waiting impatiently.

“It might just be us. She could be busy,” you said softly.

“Well, hopefully not. You were looking forward to it,” Tony answered.

The two of you fell into silence. As the minutes passed on, you rested your head back, closing your eyes. It felt good to bask and not be stuck inside four walls.

You were roused from light sleep hearing footsteps approaching. Your eyes popped open and you craned your head to see over your shoulder. A grin came across your face seeing S/O walking towards you with a double stroller. She looked just as happy to see you and put some pep in her step to get over to you quicker. She swooped down to give you a hug, insisting you did not have to stand.

“Oh, look at her!” she gushed, leaning forward to peek at your baby. “She’s so small still!”

You shared praises for the other’s babies for a few minutes. Her twins were growing quickly and had their father’s eyes. You were thankful that you would have a community here and have other children around for your own to play with.

You took notice that Tony had sat up straight and was pinned on the doorway. You followed his gaze and saw Rhodey was standing there just inside the door. He was keeping his distance. Tony stood up, turning to you to ask if you were okay. You nodded and he walked off.

To S/O, you also shrugged, “He probably needs to visit too. But I am comfortable he’s staying over there.”

“Probably for the best,” she agreed, playing with your baby’s fingers. “So, how have you been getting along? Breastfeeding coming along okay?”

<><><>

Tony came up to Rhodey and Rhodey said, “Staying back.”

With a light snort, Tony said, “Appreciate it.”

“You’ve been isolating.”

“Had to.”

“I know. But, I’m glad to see you’re out.” He paused and then said, “They’re not going through with it. They need us and we all refused.”

Tony knew exactly what he meant.

“I’m sure that’s going over well,” Tony muttered.

“Natasha and Carol are more upset about it than others. But, I know Everett gets it,” Rhodey said. “He didn’t lose anyone. Not like us. He’s expressed empathy. And I think he’s got to know a losing battle when he sees one.”

“He’s a smart man.”

Hesitantly, Rhodey ventured, “You still thinking of leaving?”

Tony’s gaze slid over to where Y/N was sitting with their child and her friend. He watched her smile, looking bright. She was happy. And that made him calm.

“Nah. I don’t think so. I was… riled up. It’s safe here. And there’s good people here.”

Rhodey looked relieved and gave him a nudge with his shoulder. “I think you mean great people. I am standing right in front of you.”

That got a chuckle out of Tony.

<><><>

Tony reached up, brushing along the side of your face. You smiled at him, leaning into his touch. You were both lying in bed under the covers, the soft night light illuminating on the ceiling. The baby was asleep again. One big thing you could be thankful for with her was that she was a good sleeper and a good eater. You hoped that would keep up.

“You mean everything to me, omega,” Tony murmured. You kissed his hand, snuggling closer. His hand fell down to your hip, caressing slowly. “You wanted to stay.”

It was not a question.

Your brow pinched, wondering what he was referring to.

“Here. I mean. Like… you wanted to stay here. When Bruce and I were talking a few weeks back.”

Oh. That.

Unsure of where this was going, you shrugged. “I mean… I want to be where you are, alpha.”

Tony’s lip curled, a half smile. He pulled you gently closer, his hand still tracing light circles on your hips. Your faces close, he stared into your eyes.

“And I want to be where you are. But I want that place to be somewhere we are safe and happy. You’re happy here. I can see that,” Tony said quietly. “And if you’re happy, then that’s what matters. I don’t want that to change.”

He was saying you were going to stay. That made your heart swell. You leaned forward and gave him a kiss.

“Thank you, alpha.”

“Of course, love.”

He kissed you tenderly again, his arm slipping around you to cradle you close. All your negativity fell away, feeling the warm buzz of adoration blooming for him. He would always do what was best for you. The bond between the two of you hummed with desire and love.

Tony pulled away, kissing your forehead before resting again. You followed suit, laying your head back down on the pillow to look into his eyes once more.

“Thank you for being good for me. You please me,” Tony praised. “And so does she. You did such a good job, omega. You. Me. Her. And I can’t wait to continue growing our family.”

You were excited about that too.

-----

“How long do you plan to stay?” you asked Bucky.

“As long as you need me.”

“I always need you. Remember?”

Bucky cracked a small smile. “Is this you asking me to stay?”

The two of you were sitting in the astronomy tower. It was late in the night, the stars twinkling in the clear sky. It was the first time you had left your chambers. You knew the tower would calm you; being able to see all around the grounds and being what felt like close to the sky.

Shifting on the windowsill, you pulled the heavy blanket around you tighter.

“I can’t in good conscience ask you to. I know you would be miserable. Being so far from home.”

He surprised you when he said, “I wouldn’t be miserable.” He shrugged. “I would have you. Home hasn’t felt like… like home. Not since you and Nana left. It’s been pretty lonely. No matter how much the others try to include me. It was always you two that made me stay.”

You pointed out, “You tried very hard to get me to leave here not too long ago.”

“Things can change, Y/N,” Bucky said. “The coven won’t collapse without me there. I’m more afraid of you doing that if I leave here.”

“Always brutally honest,” you grumbled.

“The only way to be,” Bucky returned. His expression softened and he said quietly, “I’m worried about you. But for a different reason than before.” He sighed heavily. “I am happy to see you have someone who cares for you as Wanda seems to. Although Nana didn’t have a good opinion about the leadership at the school. Especially Wanda.”

You furrowed your brow, “She never said that to me. About Wanda directly, I mean. Did she tell you why?”

Bucky shook his head, “No.”

“Unhelpful to share concerns like that without providing good reason.”

“I thought the same. But I wasn’t about to try to push that old crone.”

“Wise,” you chuckled. “She hated when people did that.” You paused and stared into his eyes. “You would really stay?”

“If you’ll have me.”

“In what world wouldn’t I?”

<><><>

All eyes were on you as you walked into the dining hall the following morning. Wanda had been surprised that you had come to her chambers after speaking with Bucky. And even more surprised that you initiated intimacy. But she did not protest, falling into it quickly. Laying there with her had felt like the storm was beginning to pass that had been raging inside you for a month.

She did question when you said you wanted to go down to breakfast with her. Suggesting maybe that you should try in a small group first. You insisted baptism by fire was what you wanted. To just rip the band aid off and try to be normal again.

Bucky sat to one side of you, Wanda on the other. Helmut and Sam were the only ones who initiated physical contact with you. A hand laid tenderly on your shoulder as they passed to their own seats. Tony was nowhere to be found though. Wanda explained he had found the bottom of a bottle. That was explanation enough. The man did love his liquor.

You met students with a level gaze that you locked eyes with, despite noticing the pity in their eyes. None approached though, you surmising they were too timid yet since it was the first time seeing you. You wondered how long it would take for one of them to break the ice to see that you were going to be okay… eventually.

After breakfast, you walked out with Wanda and Bucky, Ember trotting along in front of the three of you.

You reached out, touching Wanda’s arm. “I need to speak to you.”

Bucky took the hint, patting his leg and drawing Ember to him. He gave you a reassuring smile before taking off with her.

Wanda followed you into an empty room and you dove in, “Bucky and I were speaking early this morning. He would like to stay. And I am more than happy to let him have my room – but I am not sure if that would be possible. Since that is a staff quarter and he is not staff.”

You faltered seeing Wanda was at a loss for words. You quickly said, “I am sorry for assuming it would be okay to move into your chambers with you. That was thoughtless—’

“No,” Wanda interjected, recovering from her silence. “No, it’s not—it’s not that. It’s not thoughtless. I am just caught off guard that he would want to stay here. He doesn’t like it all that much.” She came closer to you. “I want to be clear I would love for you to move in with me… permanently.”

She grasped your hand. “And don’t worry about the non-staff aspect. It’ll be fine. But… while the servants are moving your things… would you be up to trying to help Sam? He mentioned it to me that he has a lesson coming up that is complicated. And he could use your help. I thought maybe that would help you ease back into your own lectures. Not that anyone is expecting you to go back right now to teach, you—”

“Wanda,” you interrupted and she closed her mouth. You gave her a nod, “I think that is a good idea.”

“Okay, good. I will let Sam know that you will be there tonight.” She squeezed your hand. “Why don’t you go and work on sorting your things?”

<><><>

Y/N gave Wanda a kiss before she walked off. As soon as her back turned, the smile fell from Wanda’s face. She left the room swiftly in search of the others.

She pulled Helmut and Sam aside. In hushed tones, she informed them, “Y/N is moving into my chambers. Bucky has decided he is going to stay.” Helmut looked less than amused by this news but Wanda pushed on. “He will be staying in her room. I think we should do it tonight. It is the first chance we have had and Bucky will be occupied organizing and setting up the room the way he would like it to be.”

“That is moving quick. But I can get it ready,” Sam said, crossing his arms and moving to put his back to the room to give the three of them more privacy.

“Do you need anything or do you have all you need from my stores already?” Helmut questioned.

Sam shook his head, “I’ve been prepared ingredient and equipment wise. Just in case a situation like this arose.” He looked at Wanda, noticing the uncomfortable aura about her. He narrowed his eyes slightly and asked, “You good?”

“Yes,” she said, focusing on him again. She nodded and repeated herself before beginning to move. “I need to tell Tony. Excuse me.”

Helmut and Sam exchanged a look but said nothing.

<><><>

Wanda crept into the room, having left the door open behind her to avoid causing any noise. Ophelia slunk in the shadows beside her. Y/N’s back was to her. Sam was doing his best to act like he did not see her coming in and acting natural.

Her heart was hammering, trying to will all the guilty thoughts running through her mind away. Instinctively, she inhaled deeply to calm her nerves. And quickly realized her mistake. Y/N straightened up and began to turn towards the sound.

Wanda’s hand shot out, switching gears to slow time. Y/N and Sam both froze in front of her; she could see the dust particles suspended in the air. Everything was at a standstill, except her. She twisted her free hand, spanning magic out that way too. She recited the spell to charm Y/N out loud to cast it faster, sound not being an issue anymore.

The air around Y/N shimmered red, the particles from her spell dropping into her skin and disappearing. Wanda felt the spell settle and she backed off, dropping her hand casting it. Slowly she turned her fingers on the opposite hand, bringing time back into the present.

Y/N’s shoulders dropped instantaneously as time set back in motion.

Sam shook his head, discombobulated briefly before turning his gaze to Wanda. She nodded in confirmation that the spell was done. She flicked her hand, signaling to Ophelia to fetch Helmut and Tony down the hall.

“I had to improvise, I’m sorry,” Wanda told Sam, coming up beside him. “I know it makes you feel weird when time is manipulated.”

He said nothing; his focus was on Y/N. He hesitantly waved a hand in front of her face. She was staring at nothing, not reacting. Satisfied, Sam turned to the table with the charts. Waving his hand, the top ones flew off the table, folding up and revealing the wood table below. Another wave of his hand and the runes he had etched into it earlier glowed, revealing themselves.

Tony and Helmut entered, closing and locking the door behind them for good measure. Tony had the babe wrapped up in the cloak he was wearing. At the table, he uncovered their face. Helmut had slipped them a small amount of a potion to keep them asleep. Tony looked to Sam and Sam gestured at the table. Tony laid the baby out above the runes, stepping back to come beside Y/N.

He raised his hand beside her head, casting his magic into her. She needed the dark influence to be able to use her own buried deep. The same type Tony had been trying to coax out. It is what would complete the ritual along with her own blood sacrifice. Helmut and Sam came closer to the table, putting their hands on the runes meant for them to take in the spell. Tony guided Y/N’s hand to hers and then placed his beside on his rune.

Wanda’s eyes fell on the baby, sleeping soundly on the table. Her gaze ran over his face, taking in his features.

Her and Y/N would try for a family again.

Back to attention, she circled her eyes seeing all three of them were watching her. She swallowed and stepped up to the table, placing her hand atop the ruin that would give her everlasting life.

<><><>

The table was cleared, the charts back on. No sign of anything untoward taking place. There was an electricity running through them that they had never felt before, but it was ebbing as the spell took hold.

Wanda came up to Y/N who was still standing transfixed.

“One more thing,” she said to herself more than anything.

She placed her fingers to Y/N’s temple, prodding through to find that conversation she had had with Bucky.

<><><>

The next day, Bucky was sitting at the edge of the river, watching Lute swim through the current. It was early morning still, the sun only haven just risen. The bite in the air was harsh but he was used to the snow.

He heard footsteps approaching, the person not trying to be quiet. He turned his head finding Wanda approaching him. She looked more uncomfortable in the chill. He was stoic as she came up to him, not offering a greeting.

“Morning,” Wanda did it for him.

“Morning,” Bucky returned, trying to figure out why she was out there so early and why she had chosen him to talk to out of everyone. He wondered if Y/N was still sleeping.

“You’re up early.”

“So are you.”

“Touche,” Wanda replied. “Couldn’t sleep. Too many things going through my mind.”

Bucky, deciding to be cordial, asked, “Hopefully not too troublesome?”

“A little,” Wanda admitted. She came to sit on one of the larger rocks beside him. “Didn’t feel like towering over you anymore.” She looked out to the river, spotting Lute. “Does he do that often?”

“If there’s running water, he is sure to find it,” Bucky said as Lute launched himself into the air to fly back up river to ride the current back down again.

Wanda gave a weak smile at the scene.

Silence fell between them but Bucky felt there was something needing to be said, so he simply stared at her.

Wanda noticed and gave a light laugh. “I’m pretty obvious aren’t I?”

“Not always.”

She swallowed sharply and took a few moments before meeting his gaze. “I… I want to grant Y/N with the same life span as me.” Bucky’s brow pinched and she added, “So I don’t lose her.” Bucky still said nothing and she pressed on, “I haven’t mentioned it to her. Yet. She knows about me. She knows I had to perform a ritual and there are… sacrifices.” She quickly said when Bucky cocked his head, “Animal. Animal sacrifices. But… I want to propose it to her.”

Bucky mulled on that before asking, “And why are you telling me?”

Wanda stammered, “Um, you are her family? I don’t want to approach her with this… life altering thing without being honest with you that I’m doing it.” She sighed and slowly said, “And… I would also like your support. She’s told me that you are her only family left and vice versa. And I know you are like me as well, although by different means. And I was hoping you would support it because you wouldn’t want to lose her too.”

Silence fell between them again, Bucky looking down at his hands. Anticipation was nipping at Wanda’s heels but outwardly she was remaining calm. She could not give herself away by acting anything but humble.

It took him a minute before he looked up again, watching the river.

“It’s not always a blessing. As I’m sure you know,” Bucky finally said quietly.

“No. It’s not.”

She refrained from pushing it to remind him that he would not be alone, keeping her eagerness at bay. He needed to come to it on his own.

“If she agrees, I wouldn’t be opposed.”

A fleeting smile began to break out on Wanda’s face but she pulled it back. Bucky did not miss it though and she cleared her throat. “Sorry. I was just afraid you would deny it and… I am very happy you didn’t.”

“It is her decision.”

“Of course.” She added after a beat, “Thank you.” Bucky gave a nod of acknowledgement and she stood up. “I’ll leave you to your peace again. There is still time before the grounds are running with the students. See you at breakfast.”

She turned, pulling her coat tighter around herself to brace against the slight wind.

Despite the chill, she felt warm, triumph following through her.