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Bucky went on every mission even if it wasn’t needed. The Avengers team was ever growing and there was no need for one person to go on every single mission. You knew why he did it, but it didn’t stop you from wishing he wouldn’t. Bucky never told you the reason. You doubted he even told Steve, but you both knew. He was trying to make up for decades of pain caused by his hands, by saving and helping as many people as he could. The only thing was that saving people rarely came without hurting others and every life Bucky had to take, sent him spiraling back down the hole he so desperately tried to climb out of.

You saw him backsliding and so did Steve. A part of you still felt as if you had betrayed Bucky by talking to his best friend about what you were seeing. The thing was, Steve was more than that. He was the one that had brought you into the Avengers. He was the leader and the one you had always confided in before you had met Bucky.

It was your idea that had led you here, to Tony’s cabin by Lake George, but it had been Steve’s orders that Bucky took some time off that had allowed you the chance to drag him with you. Bucky had been moody and sullen on the entire trip, staring out the passenger window as you drove up to the lake. He hadn’t wanted to come, you knew that, but he had for you. He was doing this for you, just like you were doing it for him. He needed a break and the two of you needed to be just you and him again.

“Wow. I think the concept of roughing it is kinda lost on Tony,” you exclaimed walking through the doors of the luxuriously furnaced cabin. The downstairs level had a huge modern kitchen and a living area with a flat-screen TV, so enormous you wondered how the hell it had gotten through the door.

Bucky didn’t say anything. He just walked past you upstairs, carrying your bags. Your heart sank. Maybe this had been a bad idea after all. You had wanted to get away, but you were starting to fear you were making him feel as if he was even more broken than he was.

You knew that there were times like these where Bucky only saw the darkness that was in himself and only remembered the horrible things he had been forced to do. That was part of him yes, because even it hadn’t really been him that had killed all of those people, he was right when he reminded you and Steve, he still did it. It was still something he had to find a way to live with. You just hoped it wouldn’t consume him and rob him of everything else that he was in the process.

Bucky was a good man first and foremost. He wanted to help people, no matter if he knew them or not, even when he didn’t know how. He was stubborn, maybe even more so than Steve at times. He stood up for what he believed in, even when it scared him. He was sassy and snarky, he was gentle and kind. He wasn’t just the assassin HYDRA had made him into or the Avenger trying to make up for decades of violence. He was so much more than that, and you loved all that he was.

You sighed, following Bucky upstairs to a massive bedroom, where the bed somehow still managed to take up half the room. You rolled your eyes when you saw it, hoping whoever Tony had sent up here to prepare the cabin for you, had changed the sheets since the billionaire's last visit.

“Bucky why don’t we…” you started, wanting to suggest taking a walk to explore the area, but Bucky interrupted you before you could finish the sentence.  

“I’m gonna start dinner,” Bucky mumbled, not even looking at you as he pushed past you, heading back downstairs. You felt the tears press against your eyes, cursing yourself for it. It was never going to be easy, you knew that. You angrily dried your eyes, taking a deep breath. Bucky was worth the fight, even if he didn’t see it himself. You weren’t ever going to leave him, and this weekend was as much about proving that to him as it was giving him a break from it all.

You regained control of yourself and followed Bucky downstairs after grabbing a book from your bag. Just because he didn’t want to talk to you, it didn’t mean he would have to be alone you decided. You walked up to the kitchen, sitting down at the island without a word. You just opened your book to the first page and started reading as Bucky was preparing the vegetables in front of you.

You didn’t look up or pay any real attention to him, but you felt his eyes on you on occasion as he gracefully moved around the kitchen. He always seemed more at ease when he was cooking, so it probably hadn’t been the worst idea to start your weekend like this after all.

You had no idea how much time had passed before his voice, pulled you back to reality and away from your own thoughts that had stopped you from taking in the actions on the page.

“What are you reading?” you looked up, smiling when your eyes met with Bucky’s and your heart warmed when his lips tugged upwards just a little, returning it.

“The Night Circus,” you answered, holding up the book for him to see and Bucky nodded before returning his attention to the meat on the chopping board before him.

“What’s it about?” he asked just when you thought that was all the conversation you were having with him at the moment. He didn’t look at you again but you smiled as your eyes rested on him and the way his dark locks fell down in front of his face as he worked.  

“A circus. Magic. Rivalry. Fantasy. Forbidden Love,” you listed with a giggle. “I don’t really know yet. Wanda recommended it.”

Bucky nodded without saying anything else, but his attempt at a conversation made you grow a little bolder. Maybe he wanted to talk after all?

“What are we having? It smells really good,” you said truthfully, smiling as Bucky moved to the stove placing the meat on the pan. He looked so much at home in a kitchen and he was insanely good at it too. Sometimes you couldn’t help but wonder if in another life he wouldn’t have been a star chef owning his own restaurant.

“Steak cooked in garlic butter with herbs and roasted potatoes and veggies,” Bucky answered with his back turned to you. His words caused a small involuntary moan to fall from your lips.  

“I’m gonna end up becoming too fat to fit into my suit eating your food,” you playfully complained, loving the cheeky smile that suddenly appeared on Bucky’s lips as he looked over his shoulder at you.

“Maybe Banner can make you one from that stretchy fabric he uses,” Bucky suggested, making your jaw drop at his sudden sass.

“Rude.” You faked offense, but couldn’t help but smile when Bucky chuckled, turning his attention back to the stove. You watched him for a little while, with his back turned to you, fighting the urge to walk up and wrap your arms around him from behind. You knew that even with the joking Bucky still wasn’t back to himself. As much comfort as he took in your touch you also didn’t want to overwhelm him, so you stayed put and eventually your eyes returned to the book.

“Read to me?” Bucky quietly requested, and you looked up in surprise. His back was still turned to you and his shoulders seemed tense as if he had just asked the impossible of you. You hated he felt like this, but you also didn’t want to push the subject.

“Okay,” you answered instead, relaxing when you saw some of the tension fall from his body and you flipped the pages back to the first one. Maybe this could become your thing this weekend, and it wasn’t like you had been paying much attention to what you had been reading anyway.

“The circus arrives without warning,” you read, “No announcements precede it, no paper notices on downtown posts and billboards, no mentions or advertisements in local newspapers. It is simply there, when yesterday it was not.”

You kept reading out loud to Bucky as he moved around the kitchen, not stopping until he placed a steaming plate in front of you. When you looked up at him he smiled that warm smile he only reserved for you and your heart skipped a beat. He gently took the book from your hands placing it on the table as he sat down next to you.

Dinner was silent, but it didn’t feel like the forced tension-filled silence that had fallen between the two of you the past few weeks. It was the comfortable one you had known before Bucky started doing missions. He never talked much and words had never been needed between the two of you. Each other’s company had always been enough.

The silence stretched out to the two of you doing the dishes together, moving around each other like a dance. Bucky’s hands occasionally brushing against you, making a warmth rush through you and a smile that was mirrored on his face appear on yours.

Night fell quickly by the lake and soon it became time for bed. You walked upstairs first, smiling when you heard Bucky following you. As you returned from the bathroom after getting ready for sleep you found Bucky sitting in the bed with a shy smile on his face and The Night Circus in his hands. You couldn’t help but giggle at his silent request and you climbed into bed next to him, taking the book from him.

“Get comfortable,” you asked more than ordered and Bucky nodded, a happy smile that resembled the one of a small child getting his present early danced on his lips. Bucky without a word laid down on the bed, resting his head in your lap and you instinctively began playing with his hair as the words from the book filled the room reading him to sleep.

Of course, you had known that today hadn’t been a miracle cure or a quick fix for the decades of torture haunting his mind. It still hurt though when you woke up in the middle of the night to Bucky tossing and turning next to you. He was covered in sweat and with his muscles flexing so hard his knuckles were turning white as the plates in his left arm swirled uncontrollably.

“Bucky,” you gently grabbed his right arm, shaking him awake. It seemed harsh but you knew from experience there was no soothing him once this started. There was no gentle way to wake him, and a few shakes were like ripping the band-aid of a kid. It was the most humane thing to do despite how it seemed.

Bucky shot up to sit straight on the bed. His eyes wide open and resembling the ones of a hunted animal. It tore at your heart to see him like this, but him making to leave the bed was even worse. For the first time since he started his disappearance acts, you reached out to him. Closing your hand around his wrist before he could leave the room and Bucky froze.

“Stay,” you pleaded with him and Bucky shook his head violently. He didn’t move though and you didn’t remove your hand from his wrist. You just waited.

“I can’t. I don’t want to hurt you,” the words were barely spoken above a whisper, still, they hit you like a freight train. That was the reason he had been leaving you every night? He was afraid he was going to cause you harm.

“You won’t.” Your hand slid from his wrist to his hand, giving it a small squeeze. Bucky just shook his head again, keeping his body turned away from you but he stayed. He wasn’t running away from you and you moved to sit on your knees for better leverage as you spoke again.

“You can’t know that.” Bucky sounded so broken, it tore your hearts to shreds but there was no way you were giving up. Not on him. Never.

“I do know that,” you insisted, as you managed to tug him to sit down on the edge of the bed. You wrapped your legs around his waist and arms around his neck. Your cheek rested against his shoulder as he slumped forward, stiff and unmoving.

“I know because I know you Bucky. There is no place in this world I am safer than when I am with you,” you whispered and Bucky’s hands came to rest on your legs. The tension in his body didn’t leave him though. He stayed with you. He let you hold him but he was still stiff and closed off for the fifteen minutes you stayed like that.

You couldn’t deny how painful it was to you to see him like this, but it was an improvement. He was here, letting you hold him. You were an Avenger yes but Bucky was a super soldier so even if you wanted too, there was no way you could keep him with you like this against his will. Not that you’d ever attempt it, but Bucky was here in your arms because that’s where he wanted to be. The demons in his mind were what caused the stiffness in his body, not your loving embrace. You had been with him for long enough to know that like you had been with him for long enough to know when it was okay to push him a little bit.

You untangled yourself from Bucky, standing next to him. His hand was instantly in yours as if he was trying to prevent you from leaving and the panicked look in his eyes broke your heart when he looked up at you.

“I’m not going anywhere, baby,” you assured him, gently running your free hand through his hair and he closed his eyes, appearing to relax a little bit.

“Come with me,” you spoke quietly, tugging his hand and giving him a soft reassuring smile when his eyes reopened, filled with fear and questions, but he did as you asked. Trusting you as implicitly as you trusted him.

Bucky let you lead him to the bathroom and push him down to sit on the closed toilet. He only reluctantly let go of your hand, and his eyes never left you as you sat on the edge of the bathtub, filling it with warm water and scented oils you had brought from home.

You could feel his eyes on you and even if you knew he was hurting, you also knew he was starting to take comfort in your presence again. He was healing, even if it was going to be a slow process, you were going to focus on whatever positive you could. You were going to be strong for Bucky because right now he needed you to be.

When the tub was about half full you turned back to face him. You smiled as you softly pulled him back to his feet. His shirt was already off. Bucky rarely slept in one, so all you helped him get rid of was his low-hanging pajama pants and his boxers.

You moved slowly, making sure to keep eye contact with him as you did. It wasn’t a sexual thing, but you were still touching him in a very intimate way. It wasn’t new to the two of you, but touch was hard for Bucky when he was backsliding. You didn’t want to surprise him and risk hurting him more than he already was. This was about making him feel better, not worse.

You didn’t see anything in his eyes but pain and grief though. He wasn’t panicking or trying to get away from the situation. Even if you hadn’t been vocal about it, you weren’t hiding what you were doing.

Which was also the reason you stopped after, guiding Bucky into the tub. You stood up, playing with the edge of his shirt you had been wearing to bed as your eyes met with his in a silent question.

With one nod from Bucky, you slowly pulled the shirt over your head before kicking your panties off next to it. You stepped into the tub, letting Bucky take your hand and move you to where he wanted you.

You ended up with Bucky leaning against the back of the bathtub with you between his legs, your back firmly pressed against his chest and your head resting against his right shoulder. Bucky’s arms closed around you and your hands came to rest on top of his. Slowly you felt the tension leave his body and Bucky began to relax behind you.

“Thank you,” Bucky whispered against your ear as his lips found your shoulder, pressing a soft kiss to your skin. You hummed silently in contentment, reaching behind you to run your fingers through his hair.

“I’m not asking you to stop doing missions. I never would,” you spoke softly as Bucky’s lips now just rested against your skin. He wasn’t tensing up but he wasn't moving either. You took that as a sign for you to continue. “But sometimes I feel like you’re fighting like you’re running out of time. I know why too, but sweetheart you can’t save anyone if you break yourself in the process.”

“So what do I do?” Bucky sounded so broken and defeated it nearly brought tears to your eyes. You fought them back.

“You do what I do. What everyone does,” you answered softly, gently tugging his hair so he would look up to face you when you turned your head. “You do what you love when you are home. You spend time with me, Sam and Steve. You go on missions when you’re needed and not because you have something to make up for because you don’t. You do it because you’re a good man. A hero.”

You pressed a soft kiss against his lips before he could say anything, smiling when you pulled back. “I know you don’t agree with me on that last part and maybe you never will, but that doesn’t stop me from being right.”

You wiggled your nose at him and Bucky chuckled softly as he pulled you closer against him again and your head went back to rest against his shoulder.

“Okay,” his voice was barely above a whisper but you heard him and it was as if a rock was being lifted from your chest.

“Okay,” you repeated, giving his arms that were wrapped tightly around you a small squeeze.

“Ready to go back to bed?” you asked, smiling when you felt the tickle of his long hair against your shoulder as he shook his head, with a sigh.

“Can we stay here for a little longer?” he asked, sounding more like himself than he had done in weeks.

“As long as you want,” you said closing your eyes with a smile. Bucky’s recovery would never be a fast one. He would have backslides and dark days for maybe the rest of his life, but you were going to be right there with him, loving him through all of it.

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In college, Chris was studying to be an actor, and when he got his first gig, you knew he had to leave. It was painful to watch him go, but you never lost contact. Chris was your best friend, and he will always be that. At least as friends, you knew he would always be there for him.

It happened right after you two shared your first kiss that you knew you wanted to be with him. There was no other man that even came close to being as good as him. Even as an adult in your thirties, you and Chris never lost that bond. There was a time where the two of you wanted to live together because there wasn’t a moment you two weren't together. 5 years later, and you two have never been happier. But that’s all he’ll ever see you as, a best friend.

He had taken you on many trips before, but he has never taken you to Hawaii. He and the rest of the Infinity War cast wanted to go somewhere to celebrate the success of the movie, and Hemsworth picked Hawaii. Most of everyone was here, even the Russo brothers made an appearance for a few days before they had to go back to work. While this was all fun and games, you and Evans always had time for each other.

The rest of the cast could see just how perfect the two of you were, but neither you or Chris would admit your feelings for one another. Maybe one day, but right now, you were focused on night dying of fright. Hiddleston and Hemsworth thought it would be a great trip to go hiking for a few hours before hanging out at a huge waterfall with a big enough lake attached to it to have some fun. Everyone including Scarlet, who hated heights, jumped off the cliff next to the waterfall. Everyone but you.

Standing on the big rock, you looked down to see everyone blow cheering you on. Being this high up, you started to feel dizzy, but you knew that you had to jump. Your heart began pumping louder and louder, you were afraid the beat would shake the ground you were on.

“You can do it!” Hemsworth yelled.

“If I can do it, you can!” Scarlet added. Evans waited for you to jump, but when he saw the look in your eyes, he knew you needed help.

“I’m going to see if she’s alright,” he said before swimming to the edge. Taking the quickest way up, he met you on top to see you shaking like a leaf. “Hey, are you okay?”

“I can’t do it,” you panicked as you backed away. “It’s so high. I’m feeling dizzy.”

“Hey, look at me,” he said as he grabbed your shoulders. Looking into his eyes, you started to calm down. “I’m right here. Would I ever put you in danger?”

“No,” you sounded like a small child.

“Then you have nothing to worry about. The lake is deep enough where you can’t hurt yourself, and it’s big enough where you won’t jump on anyone. I’m not going to force you to do it, I’m just saying it’s perfectly safe.”

“Will you do it with me?” you asked, grabbing his hand.

“Of course, I will,” he chuckled before walking to the edge with you. “She’s gonna do it!” Everyone started cheering you on like the supportive bunch they were. Squeezing Chris’ hand, you took a deep breath before nodding. He started counting down, and when he reached one, the both of you jumped off at the same time. Screaming from excitement, you landed in the water with a big splash.

Because you were a little heavier than most girls, you sank deeper which meant you had to swim more to get to the surface. Not realizing just how deep this was, you began panicking when you couldn't breathe. Using your legs and arms, you pushed to get to the surface, but it seemed so far away. Opening your mouth, you were about to let in a gulp of water when you felt a familiar set of hands grab you. Chris was able to pull you to the surface, and when you could, you took in a deep breath before opening your eyes. No one seemed to notice just how much you were panicking which is why none of them held concern.

“You did it!” Hiddleston smiled with a clap.

“Yeah,” you coughed.

“You okay?” Evans asked with a worried look.

“I’m fine. You’re here so I’m fine,” you said as you clung to him. He smiled as you both swam to the edge, hauling yourself up onto a rock.

“When we get back, I need to talk to you, okay?” he whispered to you so that none other could hear.

“Okay. Are you okay?”

“Yeah, I just want to tell you something,” he smiled before standing on the rock. “Alright, why don’t we head back because I am starving.” Everyone cheered for that notion and started to pack up their things. All that was on your mind was the fact that you almost drowned, and that Chris wanted to talk to you. What does he want to say?

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You couldn’t go to Washington, back to your family. This was where the two of you had met and your life together had begun. You knew T’Challa would have welcomed you with open arms had you asked, but Wakanda also held too many memories of the man you had lost.

So you had gone to Europe, traveling the continent but not really taken it in. It was as if the world had lost all its colors and wonder along with Steve. He was gone and so was your happiness. It felt as if a part of your heart had been ripped from your chest, and you had no idea how to move on, or even how to begin to put yourself back together. All you knew was that you had too. Steve was gone, but you had to keep living. For him.

You had lost count of how many countries you had breezed through without really taking them in, but it was on a dock in Romania that Bucky Barnes found you. You had no idea how he had managed to track you down, but you weren’t really all that surprised. A part of you had always known he would be the one to find you in the end.

He didn’t speak. He didn’t even look right at you.  He just sat down next to you, staring out onto the stormy sea with you. He didn’t have to say anything. Bucky wasn’t a man of many words, and it wasn’t like anything he could say would take away the void inside you or that the little life growing inside you would never know his father. He sat there with you for what felt like hours, sharing your loss with you, and somehow it felt as if the weight on your shoulders began lifting a little.

Your heart still ached, and your entire body screamed for Steve to come back to you with every breath you took, but Bucky understood. Many people had loved Steve. Many people mourned him, but if anyone had loved him as much as you, he was sitting right beside you. Somehow you felt a little closer to Steve just by Bucky being here, and for the first time since his death, you allowed the tears you had fought so hard to keep at bay to fall from your eyes and down your cheeks.

Bucky didn’t speak. He just wrapped you in his arms, shielding you from the world and sharing your pain with you as you cried. You stayed in his arms until you felt as if you had cried your eyes dry.

You pulled back slightly, looking into the blue worried eyes staring into your own. His eyes spoke a million words without him having to say anything. He was saying he knew how you felt and that he felt it too. He was asking if you were okay, but he also knew the answer, so you were glad the concern was wordless.

“How long?” Bucky finally spoke, breaking eye contact with you, letting his eyes quickly fall to your swollen belly before finding yours again.

“7 months,” you answered, drying your eyes and suddenly a pang of guilt hit you. The little boy inside you wasn’t only your sole remaining connection to Steve. he was Bucky’s too. Steve would have wanted his son to grow up knowing the man he considered a brother. He wouldn’t have wanted you to keep the child from him. You hadn’t tried too. You just hadn’t thought about anything but getting away from the place where Steve’s presence lingered all around you like sillage.

“Bucky, I’m sorry I didn’t…” you started, but Bucky just shook his head, giving you a weak smile.

“It’s okay. I understand. I couldn’t stay there either. What I don’t understand is of all places, why here?” Bucky tilted his head in wonder looking at you and you couldn’t help but smile.

“I met Steve in Washington a few months before…” Your words trailed out, not really sure how to refer to what had happened back then. It hadn’t been Bucky, but it still kinda was.

“Before the Soldier tried to kill him,” Bucky finished for you without winching, but the pain in his eyes spoke volumes of how much those memories still affected him.

“That,” you nodded, giving Bucky’s arm a small squeeze to let him know, just like Steve had never blamed him for anything that had happened while he hadn’t been in control of his own mind and body, you didn’t either. You never had, and you never would.

“We liked each other, but something was holding him back. He came here to find you a few years later. We were still close then, but nothing had ever happened. Not until he came back. I think he saw you trying to rebuild your life, fighting to get it back, and he finally gave himself permission to do the same. I am not really sure. I wasn’t here but…” Your words trailed out.

You knew something important had happened to Steve here, so it felt special. You had never been here, so there weren’t ghosts chasing you around every corner. It had felt like the perfect place to start to rebuild yourself. You never planned to stay here forever, but for now, this was where you needed to be.

“Okay. So we’ll stay for a while,” Bucky broke through your thoughts, and you looked up at him in surprise.

“Bucky. You don’t have too… You don’t owe us or Steve anything,” you assured him.

“That’s not really true, Y/N, but that’s not the reason. Not the entire reason anyway.” Sadness filled his eyes as he continued. “Unless you want me to leave. I’ll understand if…”

You quickly reached out, taking his hand in yours.

“No, Bucky. I’d never ask you to leave. Baby James could use an uncle,” you smiled softly, watching Bucky’s eyes widen in surprise.

“It was his last wish I guess. Steve was so happy when I told him, and he asked if it was a girl we could name her Sarah and if it was a boy….” You stopped suddenly. You swallowed harshly as you saw the tears stream down Bucky’s cheeks.

“James…” Bucky swallowed, and all of a sudden you worried it was too much. It had been Steve’s wish, but he wasn’t here anymore, and maybe this was all too much on Bucky.

“I can… I mean, if you don’t want me to name him that…” You fought back your tears. You hadn’t realized how important this had been too you. It had been the last and even one of the few things Steve had ever directly asked of you. It felt wrong not to follow it.

Bucky shook his head, calming your mind as he pulled you in for a quick hug.

“No. It’s fine, Y/N. I can’t believe he said that. Punk,” Bucky mumbled and all of a sudden, you couldn’t help but laugh. Bucky looked at you as if you had lost your mind for a few seconds before joining in himself.

Finally, your laughter died out, and both of you went back to staring out over the ocean. Your heart was still screaming for Steve to come back to you, but logically you knew he couldn’t and never would. A little piece of him would live on in your son and in your heart and in Bucky’s. Steve might not be here, but it was his love and devotion to his friend that made you feel safe again. A part of you had always worried about your son. You had no way of knowing if he would be born enhanced thanks to the serum in Steve’s blood. If he did, you knew he would be a wanted commodity for HYDRA. You had feared in your own abilities to keep him safe, but not anymore. You knew that Bucky would never let anything happen to either you or Steve’s child. You knew that Steve’s legacy would live on in James, and both you and Bucky would make sure he knew just what an amazing man his father had been. Steve wasn’t gone. Not really. His love lingered all around you.

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He heard from his daughter that you and Peter were going out. She mentioned something about asking the young man to homecoming, but when he heard nothing of it after a few days, he learned that Peter had a serious girlfriend that Liz didn’t know about. You and Peter were going on almost 2 years after getting together over the summer after 8th grade.

He was the love of your life, and when he got bit by that spider, you were there for him every step of the way. He could count on you for anything, and he would do anything for you which is what Adrian counted on. One of his men approached you with a sharp knife, and Adrian closed his eyes when he started to hear you beg. If Peter was busy with you, then he wouldn’t have time to catch him in the act when he goes to raid Tony’s aircraft.

“Please, stop, get away from me,” you begged as you tried to slide away, but it was no use. The chains were keeping you locked in place. The man brought down the knife and jammed it in your side. Throwing your head back, you let out the most bloodcurdling scream you can muster. Adrian squeezed his eyes tightly, hating your scream. All he could think about was his own daughter, but this had to be done. He was stealing these items for her. All he wanted was to support his family, and if hurting you was allowing him to reach that goal, then so be it.

The man yanked the knife out, letting your blood pour out of the wound and staining your beautiful light pink homecoming dress that you had been waiting weeks to wear. Tears streamed down your face, the pain becoming almost unbearable. Adrian shook those thoughts out of head before taking your phone that he stole from you before dialing your boyfriend.

“Where is she? She should be here by now,” Peter said with a sigh, checking the time once more.

“She will be here. The dance started 5 minutes ago. You know she’s late to everything. I bet she’s on her way now,” Ned reassured his best friend, patting him on the shoulder. Peter had called your cell twice, but he never got an answer. Usually, when you knew it was him, you’d pick up after the first ring.

“I don’t know, Ned, it’s not like her to miss this many calls.”

“She’ll be here. Come on, I see Michelle and the others inside. We can wait for her there,” he suggested as he dragged his best friend inside and over to their friends.

“Where’s Y/N?” Michelle asked.

“I don’t know,” he sighed, taking out his phone once more. Before he had the chance to call you again, his phone lit up at the request that you wanted to Facetime. If you were on the road, you would never be doing this, so he thought something might have happened to delay your arrival time. He walked away from his friends before answering the video, however, the screen was black as if something was covering the lens.

“Is everything okay?”

“Oh yeah,” Adrian said as he removed his thumb. Peter’s eyes widened when he realized the Vulture had his girlfriend’s phone. “Everything is just fine.”

“Where the hell is she, you piece of shit,” Peter growled as he moved away from the crowd.

“Over here. Say hi, Y/N,” he chuckled as he flipped the camera to you. Half your body’s blood was either on your dress or on the ground, and your tears stained your cheeks as they fell.

“Peter don’t come here. He’s going to steal Tony’s stuff. You have to stop him,” you cried, moaning in pain as your body shifted. Adrian turned the camera back on him before giving Peter a sickly-sweet smile.

“You have approximately 45 minutes before she bleeds out. Who’s it going to be, Peter? Me or her?” He ended the chat promptly after that question. Peter cursed, but there was only one thing he could do. Looking back at his friends, he saw them laughing and having a good time. Turning away from them, he ran to the doors that led to the hallways, pushing them open as he ran at full speed to his locker where his suit was. As he ran, he slipped off his tie before letting it flutter to the ground. From there on out, it was just like clockwork.

“He’d be stupid to show up here,” you breathed heavily, letting your eyelids droop. The pain had become so great that it was now numbing your body, and you couldn’t feel a thing. The blood gushed from your wound, but soon, there wouldn’t be any more blood to spill.

“I don’t know about that. I know how much he loves you,” Adrian said as he strapped on his wings.

“And I know how much he wants to please Tony Stark. That man is one of his idols. Letting you get away would piss Tony off, and he doesn’t want that.”

“We’ll see,” he chuckled. A few moments of silence go by before Peter busted in through the highest window, using his webs to swing down to the group. “Showtime.”

The Vulture turned on his armor before taking off, flying through a hole in the ceiling so he could go hijack Tony’s airplane. The rest of his crew started fighting off Peter before escaping in cars around the vicinity. Once Peter knew it was clear, he swung to you who was just barely holding on.

“You’re okay, I’ll get you to a hospital,” Peter panicked as he took off his mask.

“No, Peter, he’ll get away,” you panted as you tried to get a grasp on your words. “You need to go after him. It’s Tony’s stuff.”

“You’re worried about Tony when you’re like this? No, I am taking you to a hospital.”

“Peter,” you said sternly, making him look at you. “Go stop him. Give me your phone. I’ll call the police. I know exactly where we are.”

Peter knew that if the Vulture got his hands on Tony’s things, then that would be very bad news. Groaning, he handed you his phone before putting his mask back.

“Call them immediately, and don’t die. Okay?” he said before using his web to escape through the same hole the Vulture did. Fumbling with the phone, you dialed 911, but you could barely lift your arm due to the sharp pain.

“911, what’s your emergency?” the woman on the other line asked, ready to help you. Picking up the phone, you go to talk to the woman when it slipped from your hand and onto the ground. Rolling your eyes to the back of your head, you passed out from blood loss, hitting the ground with a soft thump.

“Excuse me? Are you okay? Hello? Don’t worry, we grabbed your location. Help is on the way. I repeat help is on the way.”

“Y/N take it easy,” Peter’s voice seemed so far away. Opening your eyes, you waited until they adjusted to the bright lights and white walls. A faint beeping noise could be heard until you realized that it was your heartbeat.

“Peter?” you whispered, your mouth dry. Swallowing nothing but air, your throat hurt from it being so dry.

“Don’t talk, you’re going to be okay. Here, drink some water,” he offered, helping you drink the liquid. Gulping it down, Peter took away the empty cup once he saw you were finished.

“What happened?”

“I went after the Vulture. He never made it to Tony’s plane. I don’t know if he was more surprised by the fact a 15-year-old took him down or that I left you. By the time I got to you, they were already loading you in the ambulance. I should have never left you.”

“Peter, stop. I’m still alive. I’m okay. Adrian is gone because of you. I’m not mad that you left me. I’m proud that you took him down. He’s in prison where he belongs.”

“I won’t leave you a second time.”

“Thank you for assuming I’ll get stabbed twice,” you chuckled weakly.

“Get some sleep. I’ll be right here when you wake up,” he whispered as he kissed your temple.

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As hard as Loki tried, he could not fall in love. He could have any girl married to him if he wanted, but if he was going to do it, then he was going to do it right. Thor, on the other hand, had everything lined up when he met you. Princess Y/N of Vanaheim, one of the Nine Realms. When you first came to Asgard to meet the royal family, you were absolutely smitten with Thor. He was kind, brave, and hilarious with many more qualities fit for a King.

After Odin had died, Frigga was the one in charge until Thor or Loki got married. Vanaheim would be okay without their Princess as your brother would become King once he got married. Thor needed a Queen to run all of Asgard, and you were honored he chose you. Once you two announced your engagement, everything changed.

The threats started coming in, and you expected them to, as you were sure not all Asgardians were okay with you becoming their new Queen. However, the threats started to get more and more violent, and you tried to figure out who was sending them, but all you got was “A”. “A” was the person responsible for the many night terrors you’ve encountered.

“A” didn’t want you to be Queen, much less marrying Thor, so you only assumed they were going to after Thor. If Thor died before your marriage, then he wouldn’t become King and you would either have to marry Loki or return home. Both brothers did everything in their power to protect you along with themselves and Asgard. The days leading up to your wedding were stressful, but once the reception came, you knew that everything would be okay.

“May I?” Loki asked his brother once he approached you two.

“Of course,” Thor smiled, letting his brother take your hand to dance. Walking to the dance floor, you hung your arm around Loki’s shoulder and slightly moved your feet, swaying to the soft music.

“You’re good for my brother. I’ve never seen him more happier.”

“And what about you, Loki? When might you meet your Queen?”

“That is a problem for a different day. Right now, it’s all about you,” he smiled and twirled you before bringing you back into his body. Smiling, you danced along to the music, thinking nothing could ruin this night. Until it was.

The explosions started first, then the shooting. Everyone screamed as Loki protected you from any incoming bullets. Thor quickly made his way over to your side, checking to make sure you weren't hurt.

“I’m fine, what the hell is going on?” you panicked.

“It must be ‘A’, it has to be.”

“This needs to stop. Put an end to this, lure him outside. Who I was before I became a princess is coming out, and she is royally pissed off,” you growled, hiking up your dress so you could walk without the fear of falling.

“Are you sure?” Loki asked.

“I’ve never been more sure in my entire life. We finally have him right where we want him. We let him get away once, I am not going to let it happen again,” you declared before running off, making sure no one saw you leave the room. Rushing through the halls, your heels clacked on the ground as you made your way to the tallest tower where Maleficent was. All these years, you have kept this room locked, never needing it until now. Unlocking the door, you entered the tiny room meant for one person before locking the door behind you. Picking up your beloved sniper, you walked to the tiny square window before setting it up. Once ready, you looked through the binoculars attached to it so you could get a perfect shot.

Thor and Loki walked out of the building and onto the field behind the castle, meeting up with the person in the hooded mask. His face wasn’t shown, but you were ready to kill him if it meant peace for you and your family. Thor was dressed in his usual armor, clutching his beloved hammer. Loki was right next to him decked in his green suit that had many different hidden compartments for all his tricks.

The brothers started talking to whoever it was, and you lined up your gun in place. Your heart pounded at the thought of Thor being out there with this man. One wrong move and you could lose the love of your life.

“Please be safe. I can’t lose you,” you said loud enough that they could hear you through their earpieces. Whenever something like this happened, it was natural to put in an earpiece so that the three of you could talk to one another. “Both of you.”

“Who are you?” Loki asked the man, but you couldn’t hear his answer.

“I almost got him, keep him talking,” you muttered as you lined up your shot. Your heart was beating so hard, you thought it might jump out of your chest and onto the floor. Taking a deep breath, you aimed and shot, watching as the man who tormented you fell to the ground, clearly dead. Letting out the breath shakily, you watched through the binoculars to see the brothers approach the hooded man.

“Now, who are you?” Thor asked as he ripped off the hood. A gasp escaped your mouth as you covered your mouth with your hand. It was your brother’s best friend. He had always confessed he was madly in love with you, but the fact that you were marrying someone else didn’t settle right with him.

“That’s Marcus, a family friend. I guess he couldn’t handle me marrying someone else,” you said into the earpiece.

“What do you want to do?” Thor asked.

“He’s caused us nothing by misery this past year. Leave him, we can deal with him in the morning. Right now, I would very much like it if we got back to our wedding,” you said as you smoothed down your wedding dress.

“As you wish, darling,” Thor chuckled before listening to your words. It would be hard to get everyone back, but you weren't going to let this ruin what is supposed to be the best night of your life.

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“Watch your tone, Y/N. There is a reason I said no in the first place whether you like it or not. Now, sit down and eat your food before it gets cold.”

“You’re such a hypocrite, dad! You were doing way more than what I’m asking when you were my age. I’m not asking to become an Avenger and fight monsters. All I want to do is help!” you glared at him, anger and frustration building in your heart.

“You’re helping by staying out of the way. I do not need you to get involved. End of discussion,” your father said with a death glare. It was impossible to get him to listen on any kind of subject. Right now, he was being a royal pain in the ass, and you needed to get away before you said something you didn’t mean.

“I hate you!!” you screamed. Yep, there goes that notion. Getting up from the table, you threw your napkin down before running out of the room. Everything about this house reminded you of the things you could be doing with someone of your talents, but like always, your dad refused to see your side of the story. Tony stared at you as you left, guilt and hurt clouding his features.

Running out of the house, you took in a deep lungful of air, trying to clear your thoughts. It wasn’t fair how he got to do what he wanted when he was your age, helping people with his inventions. However, when you brought up the subject of you doing the exact same thing, he shut you down before ever listening to what you had to say. It was so annoying and totally unfair.

All you wanted to do is invent technology that would help people. Meeting with the other Avengers gave you the motivation you were looking for, and only until you met Shuri of Wakanda, you realized you wanted to exactly what she was doing. It’s the exact reason you were going to study over there so you could learn from her and invent. The only thing in your way was your father.

Tears streamed down your cheeks as you hiccupped, trying to get enough air into your lungs. He treated you differently than he treated Peter. It was like because you were a kid, nothing else mattered to him. The worst part is he didn’t even come out to check up on you. It’s as though you meant nothing to him.

All your efforts, everything you’ve done to try and excel in your father’s eyes was for nothing because he wasn’t out here with you. Ever since your mom died, he’s been really overprotective of you, never letting you do anything. When college starts, you don’t know how he’s ever going to let you go.

Taking deep breaths, you tried to calm your racing heart. Snow lightly fell from the sky, layering a thick blanket over everything on the ground. Because it was really late at night, no one was out to disturb such a beautiful sight. It may be Christmas Day, but it didn’t feel like it. Taking a few more deep breaths, you collected yourself enough to return back inside. Dinner long forgotten, you would just go straight to your room where you could be alone.

Walking back to the house, you stopped short when you heard twigs snap from behind you. The air was thick with tension, and the silence all around you didn't comfort you. Something or someone was out there, and you didn't know what they could want with you or your dad. Because he was Iron Man, he had a lot of enemies, and the fact that you were outside all alone could be proven to be very dangerous. Not wanting to stick around and find out, you took a few steps to the house when someone grabbed your hair.

Screaming as loud as you could, you felt a hand cover your mouth to muffle it. An arm went around your waist, pulling you into a solid body. Looking up, you saw one of your father’s worst enemies, Whiplash, standing there with an evil grin on his face. Almost immediately, you began struggling, trying to somehow alert your dad what was happening. It’s not like he would care what happened to you, but you had to try.

Whiplash took out one of his electrifying whips, turned it on, and you watched as it crackled with blue electric bolts. Trying to bite his hand, you bucked your body against his, trying to find a weak spot that you could use to your advantage. However, he was too strong and wrapped his whip around your legs, electrifying you. Bolts of electricity shot through your body, making you go stiff. The high voltage was too much for your small figure to handle, making you pass out in his arms.

He chuckled and turned off his whip, picking you up, and singing you over his shoulder. He took a few steps to your father’s house, peeking into the window. Tony had his head in his hands as he thought of what to say to you when you returned.

You were his only daughter, and the thought of you getting caught up in the mess he’s always in killed him. You didn't deserve the stress he put on everyone else which is why he was so hard on you. He wanted you to do better things than create weapons for his company. He loved you so much, and he may have driven you away for good.

“Say goodbye to her, Stark, for it’s the last time you’ll ever see her,” Whiplash said before leaving the property, taking you away to the one place he knew Tony would never find you.

The fight you had between your father on Christmas Day was the last memory you had of him. That happened 8 months ago, and you haven’t seen him since. When you first woke up in the place you used to run away to as a kid, you knew exactly how to get out of here. There was a cabin a few blocks from your high school that you would go to if you ever needed to get away from bullies, teachers, friends, and even your dad.

No one knew of your secret rendezvous with yourself, so you knew that your dad would have no idea to come looking for you here. It was so secluded, deep into the woods, that it was hard to find if you didn't know where you were going.

One day, you stumbled upon it when running away from school. There had been some nasty bullies picking on you, and to get away from them, you ran into the woods to be alone. There, you stumbled upon the cabin and had been going to it almost daily.

However, when you awoke for the first time, you knew Whiplash had done something to it because you could not escape for the life of you. Every exit point you knew of had been blocked off by some sort of electricity, always reminding you that you could never leave. Even the secret one in the basement had been covered with cement which made you wonder how Whiplash found this place to begin with, and just how long he’s been staying here.

Each day, you’d sit and stare out the window, praying that your dad would come find you. Each day would be a disappointment when you had to go to bed hungry, alone, and scared. Whiplash never gave you enough food to eat, and his reasoning was because you were Stark’s daughter, you deserved everything he couldn’t give to your father.

There wasn’t a suit you could wear to protect you, no special abilities to defend yourself against the monster who took you, so you had to take everything that he gave you. No physical harm came to you, except for an empty stomach most days. Although you had to endure emotional and mental harm each day that you’ve spent with Whiplash. He’d dine like a King, always teasing you with the scent of food, never giving you enough to satisfy you.

“Dinner is served,” Whiplash said to you, opening your door to give you the plate he deemed acceptable for you. Getting up, you walked over to him before taking the plate. On it were two pieces of bread, two slabs of some type of cold cut meats, and a piece of cheese. Your stomach growled at the thought of digesting this food, but you knew you would need more. It’s been 8 months since you’ve had a full meal.

“Can I have more than this? Please?” you asked, sighing deeply.

“No, you get what you get. Don’t make me take away more,” he glared at you before slamming the door in your face. Getting tears, you smelled the meat before gagging a bit. This meat was definitely not fresh, and eating it might kill you. Throwing the plate to the ground, you walked back to your seat by the window before staring out at the rain pouring down.

All hope had been lost, and you gave up on the idea of your father ever coming to get you. He must not care about you enough to come find you. He had JARVIS, one of the most smartest computer systems in the world, and he still couldn’t find you. It’s either that he didn’t try hard enough or not at all.

The rain was coming down hard, and you longed to feel it on your skin. Ever since you got captured, you’ve never been able to leave. Things were starting to look bad, and you didn’t know when you might get out of here. Putting your hand on the glass, your thoughts started to have a mind of their own when you heard a door slam open from the main room.

Rarely had you ever been in the main room, so you didn't know what could be going on out there. Whiplash hadn’t locked your door this time, and when you heard two different voices, you were more curious than ever.

“Where is she??” your blood ran cold at the sound of your father’s voice. Was he really here? Was he going to save you? Opening the door, you heard grunts and yells, just as the sound of your father’s hand blasters sounded. Almost immediately after, you saw Whiplash’s body slam into the wall, knocking him unconscious. Gulping down the saliva that had gathered inside your mouth, you walked into the main room to see your father’s iron suit.

“Daddy?” you said, making your father turn around. His mask fell from his face as he stared into your eyes from across the room.

“Y/N?” he asked, his eyes holding so much emotion. Time seemed to slow down as your body did the thing it knew best: running. Taking off, you ran to your father just as he did to you. Meeting him halfway, you jumped into his arms, not caring that you were feeling the metal suit instead of his skin. Tears leaked from your eyes as it got harder and harder to breathe.

“You’re okay now, I’m right here,” he said, more for himself than for you.

“Daddy?” you cried, burying your face into his neck.

“I’m right here. God, I should have looked here in the beginning,” Tony said, getting tears at the thought of you being so close to him without him even know it.

“I don’t hate you,” you cried, thinking of the last thing you ever said to him. “I don’t hate you at all.”

“I know you don’t, sweetheart,” Tony whispered, pulling away to look in your eyes.

“I’m sorry for what I said to you,” the tears wouldn’t stop falling from your eyes.

“I’m sorry for what I did to you. I was the one who drove you out of the house. It’s my fault this ever happened to you. I’m sorry for not coming sooner, I didn’t know this place existed until JARVIS found some news clip about this place. How could you ever forgive me?”

“I love you so much, dad,” you sniffled, hugging him once more.

“I love you more than you could ever know. God, I am so sorry,” Tony said, beating himself up over this. He wanted to never let you go, but he had to deal with Whiplash before that could happen.

“It’s okay, Dad. You’re here now,” you gave him a watery smile.

“JARVIS, give me section 21. Take my daughter home.”

“Certainly, sir.”

“What’s section 21?” you asked, wiping the tears away.

“The suit I made you. It’s going to take you home while I deal with this asshole,” he said, glaring at the body of Whiplash. “Don’t worry, I will be home soon where we will have a long talk. I shouldn’t have let you go the first time. Cap is there so you won’t be completely alone.”

“I’ve missed 8 months of your life, don’t be long,” you said, watching as the suit your dad made for you appeared.

“Trust me, this won’t take very long,” he said, putting his mask back on. Stepping inside the suit, you watched your father approach Whiplash just as the suit blasted off, taking you home. Now that you were free, you didn’t have plans on fighting with your dad. You’ve may have taken him for granted in the past, but not now. He’s too valuable to let go, and you realize that now.

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