#dark marvel

"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.

The walk down the aisle was numbing. You were doing everything you could to keep even… keep a warm smile up. People could chalk up any slip-ups to nerves but you knew you could not have too many of them. You could not risk stoking Tony’s temper if you looked anything less than a happy, grateful bride.

The guest list was exclusive to the club and close friends of the club; it was not a large spectacle for the town. You thought Tony had chosen the church because it was in the middle of town and would easily show everyone that you two were getting married. There was no need to invite anyone if they simply knew it was happening.

You were surprised Tony had agreed to have more religiously structured vows and customs in the ceremony. But at least you had some comfort in participating in a tradition that held importance to you. It softened the blow even a minuscule amount.

When you had come before him though, you noticed his smile was tight; his eyes were holding something that was dark and fleeting before he turned away to face Pastor Ewan. You swallowed sharply, hoping that his temper was not flared, praying you had not done anything for him to be irate with you about.

Throughout the ceremony, you had avoided looking directly at Pastor Ewan. He did not deserve any grace from you. It was cruel he was the one setting you up permanently here after luring you in for his own selfishness. You stared past him and only made direct eye contact with Tony when the two of you exchanged vows.

Tony grasped both sides of your face to pull you in for your first kiss. It was domineering, yet thankfully, he did not try to slip tongue in front of the crowd or hold it for an embarrassing amount of time. His hands stayed put after he pulled away, his thumbs caressing the sides of your face.

“Mrs. Stark,” he murmured. “Haven’t said that in a very long time.”

You gave him a nervous smile as he stared at you, gaze piercing deep. He was unsettling you more so than he had in a long time.

He gave a peck on your forehead before moving to lead you down the aisle. You trailed behind him, holding onto his hand that was grasping you tightly and your skirt with the other to avoid tripping.

Your bouquet was forgotten at the alter.

<><><>

Fidgeting with the sash on your white robe, you paced around the hotel room. The trail of roses leading from the door to the bed you avoided with care, not wanting to disturb the romantic scene Tony had ordered to be there when the two of you arrived. He had left to grab ‘something’ about fifteen minutes ago, allowing you time to slip out of your wedding dress and into the silk robe that was hanging on the bathroom door.

He had been all smiles at the ceremony, cheerful in his demeanor. But his holds he kept on you, his fingers had dug in deeper than necessary. Anticipation on waiting for him to return was growing with each passing minute. Not knowing what his true temperament was was driving you insane.

Grabbing a glass, you poured yourself a drink. You made a face at the sting – it was rougher than the wine you indulged in.

Outside, there were rows of boats docked. The hotel sat on a marina, the balcony being over the water. It was chilly outside, and you were nude under the robe, but you walked out onto the balcony anyway. Another swig, hoping it would provide warmth.

The laps of the soft waves was calming, lulling you into the sound. You breathed deeply, leaning on the balcony, eyes scanning the horizon through the boats.

The door to the room opened behind you, drawing your attention back indoors. Tony came in, closing the door unceremoniously behind him. His tie was slung loose around his neck, the top buttons of his dress up undone. He tossed the bag he was carrying on the bed before shrugging his coat off.

You came back in and closed the sliding glass door, locking it. And made sure to pull the curtain closed. There may be fisherman living on their boats and you certainly were not going to give them a show on your wedding night.

Finishing the glass, you came to the small kitchenette again, grabbing a second glass meant for him.

“Bit cold for you to be out on the balcony. Especially if you’re naked under that. Which I’m hoping you are,” Tony commented, hanging his coat up on the rack in the closet.

You shrugged, unscrewing the lid of the alcohol. “This is helping.”

A healthy pour for both of you and you closed the bottle back up.

You heard him come up behind you. Before you were able to turn though, his hand fell on your shoulder, clamping down tight. And you felt something pressed to your temple on the opposite side.

The click of the safety coming off chilled you to the bone.

Your hand was frozen on the glass you had been about to pick up to offer to him.

He was not moving or speaking. The only sound was the two of you breathing; him calmly and yours beginning to pick up at a rapid pace.

Shakily, you asked, “T-T-Tony?”

“I’m hoping no unpleasant thoughts were going through your head when you were standing out there,” Tony said coolly.

Confused and frightened, you rasped, “No. What? Tony, you’re scaring me.”

“Do I make you miserable, darling?”

“I – what?”

The gun pressed in and you gasped, tears coming on quickly. You closed your eyes tight, tears escaping down your cheeks. What was happening? What had you done that would provoke him this way? Had he been planning this all along and he had only pretended that he was trying to protect you from Steve?

His tone was disdainful, “It’s been brought to my attention you might be ‘miserable’. And it’s because of me. Now, I’ll repeat myself: Do. I. Make. You. Miserable?”

Lip warbling, you got out, “N-no.”

“You sure about that? You sound uncertain.”

You almost nodded but caught yourself before moving. No way you wanted to shift the gun or get Tony trigger happy by movement.

“Yes, Tony,” you breathed out. “I’m sure.”

“Hmm,” he murmured, still not letting go of you.

Suddenly, he whipped you around, drawing a cry from you. You squeezed your eyes shut, not wanting to see the gun pointed at your face. He had you pushed up against the kitchenette, your hands gripping the counter behind you. His hand was planted on your collar. You did not dare to open your eyes, despite feeling the gun was now directly on the opposite temple, not in front of you.

That is until he demanded, “Look at me!”

You did as he ordered, biting your bottom lip as trails ran down your face. You had known him long enough now to see the alcohol in his gaze.

“Well, good thing I’m not Steve… those watery eyes would have me bursting out of my trousers,” Tony sneered and you choked on a small cry. He adjusted, coming closer. “Now, you listen to me and you listen well. I ever get a feeling you are going behind my back—”

“I swear—”

“Did I say you could speak? No, I clearly told you to listen. If I ever think you are turning on me… or if I ever think you’re getting down bad… remember this moment. This feeling. I won’t fucking hesitate. I’ve put too much into you to have you betray me. And you off’ing yourself would be a monumental betrayal. I won’t allow it to happen again. I’ll kill you myself to avoid that embarrassment.”

“I told you once that I couldn’t trust you until I saw you securely with the baby. But…” He inhaled deeply. “I don’t think that is going to be possible. At least not for a very long time. That’s why you won’t ever have a car, your own cash, be able to live anywhere but under my roof and my thumb.”

His fingers dug into your chest, and you winced.

His throat bobbed and his eyes fell to your lips. His hand moved up to trace your lips before cupping your chin.

"Mhm," he said softly. "As long as you understand that, I think I can forgive you for now for making me stress. Can you be good and understand that?"

You rasped, "Yes."

The gun fell from your temple and you inhaled deeply, still standing completely still. He turned away from you and went to the bed, snatching the bag up. He pulled out his gun case and slipped it inside, closing it back up and making sure to spin the lock. He opened the beside table, removing the book and replaced it with the gun case before he turned back to face you.

Tony had essentially flopped on the bed, snoozing immediately when you had got home. You had been nice enough and put a blanket over him before closing the bedroom door and joining Peter out in the living room. He had turned the TV on but was waiting for you, not paying attention to it.

You had had time to think about how you were going to deter him from pursuing any rescue he had been strategizing ever since Tony had placed that document in front of you. This was going to be a hurtful conversation and the last thing you wanted to do was hurt this boy. You sat down in the other recliner, sighing heavily.

“Assuming this wasn’t a discussion. My dad just… chooses he wants something and takes it?” he started in, gesturing at your ring. You fingered it, nodding your head in confirmation. He swallowed sharply, looking at a loss for words. He finally said, sounding defeated, “I don’t know how to help you.”

“You can’t,” you said softly and he looked stunned. His shock sent you over the edge because he was concerned and you knew he had meant he wanted to help. Tears stung and you wiped them quickly. You repeated, “You can’t, Peter.”

“Y/N—”

“He’s won,” you interrupted, wiping away more fat tears. You shrugged quickly, “I can’t get out of this one now. With that document, it’s anchored me. No one will believe me if I say it is forged. Not if your dad argues it. He’ll spread that story he spun you about my mental state as far as he can.” Peter rose his brows and you knew he was really clicking together things; like how you would think he would have thought you were crazy for one. “And use it as an excuse to get me back if I try to run. Especially if I take her.” You gestured at Nerina sleeping in her carrier. “I can’t leave her here. She’s mine and I know how girls are treated here. I…I’m stuck.”

You threw your hands up helplessly and started to cry quietly again.

Silence fell between the two of you.

“Why did he do it?” Peter asked bewildered.

“Because of Steve.” Peter cocked his head and before he could ask, you said, “That was the reasoning he used and what he gave me. I don’t disbelieve it contributed. Because he was angry when I told him things about Steve. If I’m taken, Steve will leave me alone your dad believes. So… he did it for protection for one.” You swallowed. “There is more – and I know you know that – but the bottom line is, this is reality for me. I’ve come to that conclusion. Not quite acceptance. But I have to eventually. For my safety, for hers, and for yours.” Peter’s brow furrowed and you explained, “You can’t help me. Not anymore. At least in the sense we were beginning to discuss. It’s a pipe dream and I don’t want any ire pointed in your direction. Especially with you about to get out and go to school.”

“In the car you should be able to leave in,” Peter pointed out. You gave a dry, curt laugh at that cruel twist of fate. “It hardly seems fair.”

“Life rarely is.” Peter did not look satisfied with that answer. “And I did wonder for a very… very long time why God would have chosen this path for me. What the purpose was for all of it. And maybe I can accept everything that’s happened believing maybe it was to help you.”

Peter’s eyes glistened at that.

You forced a small smile. “I do mean that. It will make me sleep better at night.”

He looked like he wanted to say something, opening his mouth to only close it. He turned his head away to avert his gaze and wiped furiously at his eyes. You stayed quiet, giving him space.

When he spoke again, he said, “I can guess I can live with that if you are being honest. Even if it makes me feel guilty as all hell.”

“It’s not like you’ll be leaving us all alone forever. I can look forward to having her and you here as my family.”

Peter nodded after a few moments. “Yeah. I guess. Silver linings and all.” You said nothing, knowing it would be hollow at this point with how deflated he looked. He stood up and said, “Is it cool if I use the spare room tonight?”

“Of course.”

“Night, Y/N,” he said as he walked past, avoiding eye contact still.

When you heard the spare room door close, you sniffled again. You knew you had crushed him with admitting defeat and again divulging how awful Tony could be. And not just Tony; all the people he had grown up around. But it was only to protect him so he understood his dad was not to be trifled with. Saying it out loud had hurt a lot more than you had anticipated though.

You got up and unbuckled Nerina from her carrier. Shushing her quietly, you turned off the TV before going down the hall to sleep next to your husband.

<><><>

“Can’t believe you got me back in church again. Haven’t been here in years since that sermon you begged me to go to,” Tony said, adjusting his cuff links.

Peter and him were alone, standing in one of the activity rooms that the groomsmen had been hanging out in before the ceremony. They had gotten ready at home before coming here, allowing Y/N the privacy to get ready at the church without Tony seeing her before the ceremony.

“Well, you actually got yourself in the church again. Marrying a religious woman,” Peter replied dryly. “I only pointed out maybe it should be here because I know that is important to her. To be close to her faith. But she would have just done whatever you suggested if I hadn’t said anything.”

Tony cocked his head to look at him, a piqued expression on his face. “You’ve been very standoffish this week. Everything alright? I hope this isn’t because you think I’m replacing your mum? Because to be honest, you’re a little old for that type of thing.”

Irritated at the comment, Peter told him, “No, I’m not worried about that.”

“Then what is it? You don’t need to be having attitude and spoiling the day for me. And her.”

“I don’t think anything I could do could spoil the day for her. It’s already done. She’s been miserable.”

Tony stood up straighter, facing Peter completely. The tension was thick, Peter knowing damn well he was poking a bear.

Running his tongue on the inside of his cheek, Tony asked tersely, “You been chatting? Again?”

Peter did not like that Tony was immediately inadvertently blaming Y/N for this.

“We always chat, dad. But it’s not like you need to hear it said out loud for it to be real. She doesn’t have to say anything to me or anybody. Especially me. I can spot a sad person pretty fucking easily.” Tony rose his brows at Peter swearing, because he never did. “If you’ve forgotten, which I don’t know how you could, I was raised by one. You don’t just forget those subtle mannerisms.”

Tony scoffed, “I don’t know where you got the idea that this was the appropriate time to bring this up.”

“You’ve forgotten clearly how miserable you made my mum,” Peter said harshly. Tony’s mouth fell open in amazement at Peter’s boldness. “I know she was ill. But that couldn’t have been everything. It just can’t have been. And I think the same thing goes for—”

"Peter!"

"Y/N. She doesn't deserve—"

“Peter, shut your fucking mouth!” Tony cut in sharply. Tony got unnervingly close and Peter swallowed sharply, trying not to seem nervous, standing his ground under Tony’s murderous stare. “You listen to me, and you listen well. I don’t know if you’ve been smoking or drinking or if this is just plain stupidity. Or maybe all three. But you do not get to talk to me like that. Ever. I’m not above giving you a walloping despite me moments ago telling you were too old for things.”

“You straighten up and you put on a nice… happy… big ol’ smile for Y/N,” Tony continued, giving him a wide, mocking one as show. “Tell her how beautiful she looks. Tell her how happy you are she’s apart of your family. If she says she wants something to ya, I wanna see you Johnny-On-the-Spot to make sure she gets it. Cause I won’t stand for your piss poor attitude to ruin the day.” He rose his brows and asked eerily calm, “You got that?”

Peter stared back for a few tense moments before saying shortly, “I got it.”

Tony’s eyes ran over his face slowly, exuding prowess, before meeting his eyes again. “I expect better out of you in the future. Now, go get ready with the rest of the crew.”

Gasping for air as you came out on the other side of the portal, you stumbled into one of the guards holding onto you. They grunted and shoved you upright again unceremoniously.

“Now, no need to treat her that way. She is royalty after all and my guest,” Steve said sternly from behind you. “Is that understood?”

“Yes, your majesty,” the guard said quickly, head bowed. “Apologies, princess.”

“Let me go!” you snarled, trying to yank your arms away from both of the guards. “What is going on? Why are we here?” You had recognized his castle immediately, so it was no question where you were.

Steve rounded to come before you and said, “Hold still and I’ll order them to let you go.”

Your jaw set, not trusting him in the slightest, but what other choice did you have? You were in his domain now; you were weakened upon entering as it was whenever fae traveled across borders into other kingdoms and you did not know this terrain well enough to try to run. You stilled, keeping a wary eye on him.

Steve came closer, a stoic expression on his fafce. He raised his hand and you recoiled immediately. “Now, Lady Y/N, what did I just say? I cannot trust you to wander fee without a proper bind.”

You had never been subjected to a ind when you had traveled to other kingdoms. The weakening on your power had been sufficient enough in their eyes – for you at least. You knew your mother had had them placed on her a handful of times that you could remember. It granted the lord or lady of the land more control over the other’s power – protected them from it, really.

When you did not move again, Steve raised his arm again, touching your shoulder. His fingers dug in and the ground below you illimuniated in a soft green. Tendrils of magic seeped into your feet. You were stiff, waiting to feel anything.

But the glow dissipated and Steve’s hand fell from your shoulder. Blinking confused, you looked down to see if it had even left a mark since you had not felt a thing.

“First time?” Steve asked, and you turned your head back up to look at him. “I suppose it would be, since you aren’t Lady Olivia. She holds the helm of the water’s power. I assure you, it’s not going to feel as if anything happened now or soon. But you cannot harm me now. At least with your magic.” He rose his brows at that comment before clearing his throat. “Let the princess go.”

“Come,” he said to you, turning and beginning to walk off.

You followed. “Tell me why I am here, my lord. Please.” You remembered your manners despite being frightened.

“In due time,” Steve said over his shoulder, not breaking stride.

Irritation bloomed on top of the worry as you tried to keep up with his brisk walk.

It had been a long time since you had been in his kingdom. Not much had changed that you remembered in the castle grounds as he led you away from the garden where the portal had led you all. Like you had left back home, it was night, and a heavy silence laid as his subjects slumbered.

Leading you up the staircase to the main gate, Steve strode past the guards without glancing in their direction. But as you passed, you did look, and noticed that their eyes followed you despite not moving otherwise. They were dressed in different uniforms than the guards that had accompanied Steve to your land. Elaborate armor and robes in black and gold, hoods overlaying the masks that covered everything but their eyes. They looked ready for battle and you wondered why at this hour, especially in a time of peace. These guards were only at the gate though, the guards inside dressed more like the ones at your back.

Steve was bringing you up into the castle, still silent. Sam had taken the place at your back, the other guards falling behind. You took in the décor of the halls. Blue and gold tapestries hung proudly on the walls, the ceilings high and curved at archways on the second floor. Large oil paintings scattered, framed in gold too. You spotted the large library that you had hid way in the last time you were brought here for an event. Up to the third floor, rooms where you had been hosted in last time for an event. Room after room, doors open and some others not – you passed, and still he took you further in.

The walls became more closed in, windows disappearing as the staircase narrowed that ascended quite sharply now. Your legs were beginning to protest at yet another staircase.

Finally, you reached what seemed to be the top of the tower. There was only a single door at the landing. Guards were stationed outside it and opened the door for Steve so he did not have to stop to do it himself.

Inside the room, there laid a living chamber. There was a window almost floor to ceiling, iron designs in between the glass frames. The fire was lit and lanterns were placed around the room to provide more light in the depth of night. Outside the window, you spotted the city sprawling far, the jutting mountains visible in the distance – you knew halfway through those mountains laid the border between land and the edges of the air kingdom.

Steve stopped by the built in bookcase on the side of the bed closest to the door. You noted the bookcase was barely half full. You came to a stop by the armchair closest to the fireplace, facing him expectantly.

“You’ll stay here. Your handmaids made sure to pack trunks for you that are being brought here with the rest of my court back on the ships.”

When had they been instructed to do that let alone accomplish it? Certainly not this night since you and Bucky had been in your chambers. You cursed that you did not normally fetch your clothes from your closet yourself. Otherwise, you may have noticed and been tipped off something was astray.

“It should be less than two days time until they return. In the meantime, I’ve arranged that you will have clothing and jewelry to wear. There are garments and the like already in that wardrobe.” He nodded to the one on the other side of the bed. “The handmaids will come to check in on you half past 9 as it is already late and you should get some rest.” He eyed you and said firmly, “Do not wander. The guards will be stationed all night. And I am sure you’ve noticed there is no balcony in here either to escape from.”

That you had. He had you in the tall tower with only one way out for a reason – to keep you trapped.

“Are you going to explain why I am being kept as a prisoner?” you asked, trying to keep the impatience out of your voice.

“Did you not hear me downstairs? You are a guest.”

“It hardly feels like it considering how I was brought here.”

Steve sighed, “As if you would have come lightly.” You said nothing, staring him down in return. “You are not to be harmed… if you behave that is. You are your kingdom’s most prized possession after all. You are their – well, your mother’s – collateral on our deal. And she is in custody of mine. I have a feeling though she will find less stress in managing mine than I will with you. So,” he held out his hand to gesture to the room. “Precautions.”

He began to move towards the door. “I will leave you until later today. Sleep well, princess.”

“That is it?” you stammered. “That is all you will tell me? I am a possession? How long am I to be—”

“Good night, princess,” Steve said more firmly over his shoulder.

Sam followed him and you made to move too but the guard closed the door quickly behind Sam, leaving you alone in the chamber. You half expected to hear the lock fall into place, but it did not.

Still, tears stung as you swept your eyes around the tower. Reality was fully setting in. Your mother had given you away as a gift to him. As if you were merely an object. You sunk to the floor next to the armchair, tucking your knees to your chest. Bending your head to your skirts, you cried muffled, wishing you would wake up next to Bucky and this would have all been a terrible nightmare.

<><><>

Bucky knew better than to disturb the queen or the general at this early hour. Especially if it was not confirmed it was an emergency. He needed to keep a level head… so instead, he made his way to Loki’s chambers. Who looked less than amused to be woken up when he saw who it was.

“I am not in the mood for drinks or to take care—” Loki started to grate but Bucky interrupted.

“Have you seen Y/N?”

Loki furrowed his brow, “No? Was she not tangled in the sheets—”

“Did you hear of the land setting sail tonight from the Queen?”

Shooting a glance at the guards further down the hall, Loki cleared his throat before ushering Bucky inside away from their ears. He closed the door and faced him.

“What are you going on about?”

“They’re gone. All the land’s ships. Every single one. In the dead of the night.”

Loki shrugged, “Maybe they were called away? Bucky, what does this have to do with Y/N? Or the Queen?”

“I don’t know,” Bucky exasperated. “The Queen summoned here alone to the temple – and I mean alone alone. Athos was not even allowed to go. Which strikes me as very odd. But I tried not to think much of it. But she was gone for hours. And when I went to the temple, I couldn’t get any answers from the Devotees about when the Queen and Y/N had left or what they had been in there for. I noticed the ships were gone on my way down. I would think the Queen would have at least notified us that they were leaving.”

“Maybe she is with the Queen in the Queen’s chambers?” Loki suggested and Bucky gave him an annoyed look. He knew damn well just like Bucky that rarely happened. “And I’m not sure what to tell you about Lord Rogers’ court.” He stepped closer, and grasped Bucky’s shoulders. “I think you are overthinking things. Y/N may have gone for a walk or something. And she will return. I think you should get some more sleep and then request audience with the Queen as early as you are able to set your mind at ease. Or ask the general when he awakens.” Bucky made to argue but Loki pressed, “We cannot go barging into their chambers at this hour.”

Bucky exhaled sharply and stood for a few seconds, fuming that he was being dismissed.

“I will come fetch you bright and early,” he told Loki as he relented, pulling away from his hands.