#misguidedours

“She is probably pregnant” muttered Bucky, looking out the window in his friend’s office “Are we going to let her go with our child in her belly?”

“She is not going anywhere” said Steve, “We are waging this war and winning, and we´ll fuck her over her nonno´s dead body” he said mockingly

“I'm not into that” said Bucky, smiling widely, but his smiled dissipated, “He killed Stark, his resources and alliances are dead with him, his gangsters are spreading like herpes through the city, not wanting to follow anyone, they have gone rogue”

“I’m aware” he said, his mouth clenched, “But we have her…”

“You said we are not going to let her go”

“No, we are going to tell that son of a bitch that if he doesn’t take the next transatlantic back to Europe we’ll kill her”

“Steve, we want her alive” he said with urgency

“But he doesn’t need to know that” he responded, putting his feet over his desk, “We have to meet with him”

“But how do we reach him?”

“Trough that traitor, Thor” responded easily, “He must know where he is, or at least, how to contact him”

“He could have never pulled the murder of Stark without the Northmen” he thought outloud

“They were brothers in the war” reminded Steve, “You better that anyone must know how deep that bond runs”

“Yes I know” he responded

They met again in Odin’s home, all your grandfather’s men were there, waiting for their command, just as the Northmen. It became a great force, a big family, a force to be reckoned with.

But in his study, there was only Thor, Loki, Césare, Ikaris and Druig

“No” said Ikaris, “this is a bad idea, a single shot and we’re done!” He said, pointing at Thor, menacing,

“They are desperate” muttered your Nonno, “We have reached the point in which they want to negotiate, probably threaten” he apsed around the room, thinking, meditating, calculating

“Can you secure the place of the meeting?” He relented, speaking to Thor and Loki, “I don’t want my uncle getting sniped”

“Yeah, sure we can” responded Thor, “The docks haven’t been taken yet after the death of Stark, so is basically a dead zone”

“Good” sai your grandfather, “It’s almost poetic”

“We will get her back” said Thor firmly, “But I have to ask, what are you willing to give to recuperate her?”

“I believe that walking off with their lives is enough, isn’t it?”

As soon as your grandfather were alone with his most trusted men, your cousins, he spoke freely

“While this fuckers are here meeting with us, a small group shall enter their house and rescue my grandaughter”

“I’ll go” answered Druig, “She and I used to play together as children, she’ll trust me the most”

“I agree” he said strongly, “And as soon you call me and let me know you have her, I fuck them up” his men smiled and nodded, liking the idea, liking their plan, “But if things go south in here, Druig, you’ll grab her, and take right to the airport and then to Italy, you won’t look back, you hear me?” he nodded firmly, “She and you both walk out, I come after, you understand me?” he asked, looking at Ikaris as well, and both nodded again, “You take her home”

“Let’s do this” said Ikaris, “We’ll save our cousin and take her back home, no matter the cost”

“Good”

They left

You saw the cars drive away, filled with their goons

This was it, this was your chance.

You had been learning the comings and goings of his guards, and by now you had learned it to perfection, so this was the time to try to take a run for it. You adjusted the boots you found in an old closet and you were ready to jump off the building, literally, you slid down the pipe that came from the roof, and slid down until your feet touched the grass of the backyard lawn.

You ran, taking advantage of the goon’s blinding spot as they turned the corner. and you went ahead and jumped over a stone wall that led to a side hallway, open that went around the house. That stone hallway led to the side entrance of the house, your best chance of leaving and disappearing through the other houses. But as you were becoming ready to start running like hell, you encountered someone you never thought you’d see there

“Peter?” Your former fiancé was just standing there, looking at you like you were some sort of ghost

“What are you doing?” Oh you knew that look, he was about to cry or something, you saw his hand shake, dangerously close to the holster where he had his gun

“I’m getting the fuck away from here” you growled

“Your grandfather killed Tony” shit, you cursed, he was like a father to Peter, this was not going to go unpunished, maybe this is what it took to Peter to become that blood thirsty mobster you knew he could be

“Why?” You asked softly

“He wants you back, and he did it to send a message”

“I’m sorry Peter, I know you loved him” but you didn’t really meant it, if your grandma father had killed him maybe it was because he had to do with what happened to you

“This all happened because of you!” He yelled, he became upset really quickly, you draw a sharp breath, he was going to get the attention of the guards, or he was going to snap and shoot you, you didn’t know which one was worse

“Peter…” you called, “You let them rape me in our wedding night!” you yelled, your anger seeping in

“You knew I had no choice”

“You always had a choice, as probably Tony did, you know they would have never done that to me, to us, without him knowing, we are at his house!” you tried to make him see Tony was just as rotten as Steve and Bucky, but it wasn’t a easy task

“He didn’t know” he said

“Peter, come on, he was your godfather” you said softly, “He must have, when we married I became his goddaughter as well”

“So you are justifying his death?” now you fucked up, as fast as you saw him, he took out his gun, “That’s it, you are going back to the house”

“No” you saw trebling, genuinely scared, “I won’t go back there”

“They’ll kill us both” he said firmly, “If you don’t…”

“I’d rather receive a bullet than their cocks” you said firmly, and he winced, “I won’t go back”

“You will” he said as he pointed the gun at you, and you knew then and there, he wasn't going to be that sweet kid you knew ever again

They meet in a huge and abandoned warehouse by the docks, it was fitting, since this terrains where the reason they had traded you in the first place

Your grandfather paced slowly through the big open space, he was calm, he needed to be in this kind of business, never lose control, that was one of the first rules, and either way, he was way too old to have any fear left in him.

Cars’ tires screeched outside on the dirt road. as he counted, let just say, with 4 men in each, he was counting around 16 men, including both mob lords, it was going to be even easier than he thought. The mobsters just walked in the Warehouse, two walking in front of them, separating from the group and standing right in the middle of the open space.

“Finally we meet '' said Steve, his and Bucky's presence taking authority. But your nonno knew better, it was all bells and whistles.

“You’re going to wish we never did” Césare said firmly

“Let’s don’t...” said Bucky, is hands in his pockets in a relaxed manner, in his face a mocking grin, “But let’s get to the chase”

“Yes, you have my grandaughter,” he said

“That sweet little thing” his thick brooklyn accent made your grandfather wince, “We are enjoying her…”

“Well, I think amateur hour is over” he said, “By taking her you got involved into a true mobster’s affairs ” that sole frase made them both burn with rage

“You must be confused old man” said Bucky, “You are in America now, we do thing different in here”

“I agree, we would never rape a woman” he said, “We would never disrespect a young girl who had nothing to do with us, specially if she just married a young protegé” he said, firmly, “Let’s just talk bussiness getlemen, I don’t have much time

“We agree” said Steve, “Let’s cut to the chase”

“Give me my grandaughter” he said, “And I will leave here, go back to my home, and we can put this all behind us”

“We were going to suggest something similar” said Bucky, “You get the fuck out of our territory, and we don’t kill that sweet thing” if looks could kill, they’ll be 6 fet under right now, “We have the higher groudn, you are not in your territory, you are in a foreign country, you are not going to win this” he seemed to think about it

“So I should just leave her here to keep being abused by you both?” he asked

“You leave now and you and her get to live” responded Steve, “We have her, we have men in the house just feet away from her, one phone call and they’ll get a bullet in between those pretty eyes of hers.” Wait, he just needed to wait and stall, until he got the all clear from Druig, they were right, they had 14 men besides themselves and any of them could make that phone call and you were going to be lost

“I’m sure we can get to a middle ground” he said, fixing his jacket

“Get the fuck away from her” you whimpered, relieved, when you saw your nonno’s man behind Peter, pointing his Glock at the back of his head. Peter just raised his hands, surrendering, his eyes never leaving yours, but in a second, he fell, unconscious. Your nonno’s man had knocked him up in the head, and you felt you could finally breathe

“Druig?” you called, and the man you haven't seen in ten years returned the look, and walked hastily towards you

He held you tight in a warm hug, and you felt him breathe lightly, like he was relieved

“We were on our way in!” he said hastily, releasing you and engaging your face in his hands to take a good look of you, “God you are, physically fine, I’m so glad”

“Thank you” you cried, and he hugged you again. You barely remembered him, but he was one of your cousins, you remembered playing with him in your grandfather's lawn

“We need to go, now” he said, and you just nodded. But before you could flee, he looked at Peter, still on the ground

“I’m not going to kill him” he said, enraged, “He wants him alive” you just nodded, and you let yourself be guided by him, out of the mansion’s grounds and out of their reach. He got you into a black SUV, and you could already breathe in more freely, but still you felt you wee within their reach

“Relax” Druig said softly, “You are safe” you nodded and tried to relax, but still, the car didn’t move. behind ruig you could see two men dragging Pete into another SUV that was behind you

“Your nonno wants to deal with him personally” he said firly, and you already know what that meant.

You didn’t get to relax at all, because several men with shotguns ran towards your caravan of three cars, and without even asking they started shooting. The car jumped to life and tried to take you all away from there. As Druig took off his arm with his own gun and shot against the men that followed Steve’s orders, to cover for your driver so he would be able to drive away.

“But we were going to need some insurance” responded Bucky, “You’ll have to leave your men hee, so we make sure that you won’t come back. This was an insult, to him and to you

And then his phone rang, he took it and looked at it, and it was just a text from Druig, giving him what he needed, the all clear

“I have a new deal, gentleman” he said, looking back at them again, with a sly smile

“And what would that be, old man?” Steve mocked. Your nonno only raised both his hands, and men showed up, the Northmen and his men, all of them with guns in their hands

“pagheranno per quello che hanno fatto”

Under your beggin, and only when Druig got Ikaris’ confirmation, he told the driver to go towards the docks, you wanted to see them on their knees, you wanted to see your grandfather and see this through, you wanted them to see them suffer a sicilian mob’s death

“He is not going to like this” Druig muttered, “We should be in our way to the airport”

“I want to see them” you said firmly

“Very well, and it's good to know you know how to boss around your men” he said, smiling softly. you smiled back

“It’s in my blood” you said firmly

As soon as the car stopped in front of the warehouse the night had fallen over all your heads, but you jumped off the car and ran into the building. And what you found there didn’t surprise you at all.

Bodies were everywhere on the ground, and right in the middle, there they were, both tied up with heavy chains into metal chairs. And standing tall, your grandfather, amongst a group of his men. You haven't seen him in almost ten years, but you’d recognize him anywhere, he looked just the same, like no time had passed

You ran towards your grandfather and he hugged you tightly against his chest

“My sweet sweet girl” he whispered against your hair

“Nono, mi sei mancato molto” you said

“e ti amo nipote mía” he responded, and he let you go softly, you finally turned towards them, “You brought her here?” he asked Druig, outraged

“She wanted to” he muttered, you took slow steps towards both men, that where chained into two chairs, both beaten up, but they where weirdly smiling

“I want to watch” you said, your voice shaking, Both Bucky´s and Steve´s looks were on you

“No” Your grandfather stood in front of you, shielding you from them, “They had your body, they won't have your soul also” he said firmly, “Don´t watch my sweet girl, you are still an innocent'' Your eyes filled with tears, but you nodded. He signaled Druig to accompany you. He took your arm softly and led you out of the warehouse, but before you could be out of ear’s reach, you heard something that made your blood ran cold

“Tell me something doll, before you leave” you stopped walking, fearful, not wanting to hear more filthy words coming from him, “Are you pregnant?” asked Bucky, with his dark, mocking voice, “We deserve to know”

You’ve been a month with them, and they were right, you were late, and that scared you to death. But like life was breathed into you, Druig put his hand in your lower back, helping you to keep walking, and getting away from them

“Answer us!” yelled Steve, but soon you heard a thump, and then a pained moan, you’ll never answer them, they didn’t deserve to know anything

When he knew you were out of the warehouse, and relatively safe, he turned around to meet them both

“She is ours” laughed Bucky, “We marked her, she will never forget what we did to her”

“She is Carrara Marble” he said, despicably “You can try to do whatever you want, shape her, mold her, taint her with markings, but you can't truly break her, you can't ruin her, at the end of the day, she will remain beautiful and strong, grand, unlike you” Steve spitted a mixture of saliva and blood over his feet, “You will melt, like plastic” he said signaling the huge warehouse they were in

“She is pregnant” said Steve, “She will always remember us, everytime she looks at our baby…” your nonno only growled

“Well they should be… tortured for months until their are beggin for their deaths, but…” he said, almost bored, ignoring them completly, “We don’t have much time, I want to go back home” He wouldn’t even answer them.

“Yes, but we can still make them hurt until they burn” Ikaris said, taking from a table a silver pair of tweezers

“I’m more a fan of the pinza di castrazione” said Druig, “The one we use on the bulls”

“Yeah, I agree” said Ikaris, smiling widely

“Get the fuck away from me!” yelled Bucky

“Don’t you dare come near me!” yelled Steve, “You don’t know what the fuck you are doing, you are never leaving the United States alive”

“I think this one still doesn’t know how everything went down” said Ikaris, “It might be confusing, to realise you lost your unstable kingdom”

At this time, two men, alongside Thor and Loki showed up, dragging Peter into the warehouse, and dropped him right in front of them

“This is the responsible of all this madness” said Loki, looking at the still unconscious man

“I agree” responded Césare

“Take him” said Steve, “He is the responsible one” now he was just desperate

“You are not coming out of this alive” said Ikaris, “None of you are”

“Let’s begin” he sentenced, an he walked back and let his men torture Steve and Bucky, using special tweezers to remove…

He had to admit he winced when he heard their screams, bouncing of the walls of the warehouse, curses and screams resounding in the space that turned smaller and smaller, filled with screams and blood

“The kid” he said, his eyes burning with disdain, “You know what we do to snitches and traitors” he said, with his hand, and with his index and middle finger made a “snipping” sign.

You saw your grandfather walk out of the warehouse and towards your car, being followed closely behind by his men. Flames started to grow behind them, making everything glow with orange and yellow light in the dark night. At some point, it escalated through the walls and into the roof, making you believe he was coming out of hell itself.

He got right next to you into the car. And you couldn’t wait any longer and you hugged him tightly, and he engulfed you into his arms, as he caressed your hair, and your back

“I should have brought you home when your mamma was gone, nipotina” he said into your hair, as his arms held you tightly, “Would you ever forgive me? I'll spend the rest of my wicked life trying to make it up to you” you nodded in his chest, and he kissed the crown of your head, “Where do you want to go?” he asked, “tell me and I will take you, far away from here”

“I want to go home” you said softly, “With you, to Italy”

“Your wishes are my command”

1.8 years later.

The midday sun shines brightly over your head, it's rays drawing shapes in the calm lake in front of the house. A soft breeze made it bearable to be outside, enjoying the beautiful day at the edge of the Como lake

“Come here” with open arms you received your daughter in your arms, who had just become a toddler as she gave her wobbly first steps, “My sweet sweet girl” you praised, kissing her on her chubby cheeks. She giggled when you did, hugging your neck with her tiny arms.

“Mamma!” she giggled, and the sound brought you joy, warming your chest with love

“Ti amo tanto” you whispered into her soft hair, arranged in a cute updo, leaving a small palm tree-like lock of hair in the top of her beautiful head

“Mamma!” she giggled again, that being one of the two words she had learned yet

“You are a mama's girl aren't you?” you asked

"Ti" she said

“There you are my girls” you turned softly to see your grandfather coming to join you in the backyard, “This is a beautiful day” he celebrated, “can't believe she turned 1 last week”

“And she is walking now” you say, taking foot with your daughter in your arms, walking towards him

“It’s lunchtime” you nodded and went inside the house by his side, where you met the rest of your family, your aunt Ajak, and his children, and their spouses. You were a big family, and you loved it, always a noisy, big house, filled with laughter.

You grandpa took seat at the head of the table, and you by his right side with your daughter in your lap

“Cousin!” Called Phastos, “want lasagna?”

“You are insulting me if you had to ask” you giggled, trying to accommodate you daughter in you leg, seeing you struggle, you aunt Thena that was right next to you grab her in her arms

“She is the sweetest little girl” said Kingo and you just smiled, “I would have 4 of them, only if they were as cute as her”

“I agree, but we are good with only her” said Druig, but everyone booed him and Makkari, his girlfriend just smiled

"Well, we want one!” Ikaris laughed, grabbing Sersi’s hand who nodded

Your chest just fluttered with warmth, by the love of your family, your daughter giggled in her aunt’s arms, and you knew all the persons in there loved her as much as you did, here you had a family that would kill and die for you, and that’s exactly what you need-

“We are ready to receive our guests from New York tomorrow” a sudden fear took hold of you, and you looked to your grandfather looking for answers, “My friend Odin is visiting with both his sons” you breathed a little more easily.

Nothing will be able to touch you here, you were safe, with your cousins and uncles, and your grandfather

. . .

“Isn't she a looker?” he asked proudly, as he bounce his leg and the new toddler giggled with an adorable one teeth smile, “Just like her mamma”

“She is a cutie” agreed Odin, as he took a sip of that italian wine coming from the vineyard your grandfather owned. He looked around, enjoying the view, “I think they like each other” he said softly, they both shared smiles

“I do believe that” he responded, “But if your son wants my grandaughter, he can court her here, under my watchful eye” he said firmly, as Odin smiled and looked at the lake´s shore, where you walked along his son

Post chapter notes: yeah I said “son of Odin” reader´s choice if it is Thor or Loki. So she gets a happy ending, safe and protected in her lake-mansion, with her grandfather and family, his love interest and her adorable daughter, (And I promised you she never thought of them while looking at her) And without the need of ever working because she is inheriting her grandfather´s mob fortune YEAHHH FOR USSS