#niece!reader

Your parents met shortly after Bucky went on the run. While he was on the run, they were together for a while before getting married. Your mom was and still is dedicated to staying by his side no matter what. When Bucky was about to go to Wakanda for his recovery, he gave her the choice of not going with him, which she could’ve done, but she didn’t. She went with him to Wakanda and she was by his side every step of his recovery. He’s glad that she did stay, because it made his recovery easier knowing that she’s there with him.

After a year of being in Wakanda, your mom found out that she was pregnant with you, which made her and Bucky even more happier. They were beyond happy when you were born. Bucky is excited to introduce Steve to you the next time he sees you, which is actually sooner than he thinks. T’Challa is going to Bucky’s and your mom’s hut to tell them that Steve is on his way to Wakanda, but not for the reason he’s thinking. A threat is coming, which is definitely going to put your parents in overprotective mode the second the threat arrives.

“I hope I’m not interrupting.” T’Challa politely says, standing in the doorway of the hut.

“Not at all.” Your mom says.

T’Challa walks closer to you and your parents. They were holding you. T’Challa smiles at you before saying anything.

“I wanted to let you guys know that Captain Rogers is on his way.” T’Challa tells them.

Bucky heard the tone of T’Challa’s voice. That told him that something’s coming, which put him in overprotective mode right then and there.

“Where’s the fight?” Bucky asks nervously.

“I’ll tell you everything when Captain Rogers arrives. For now, just spend time with your wife and daughter.” T’Challa says.

Bucky nods. T’Challa leaves the hut, giving the three of you time alone before the threat that’s about to come. Your mom immediately noticed Bucky’s mood change. She can tell that he’s nervous.

“You’re nervous.” Your mom says.

“I am.” Bucky admits.

“It’s going to be ok.” She says softly.

“Is it though? What if whatever threat is coming and takes you and Y/N away from me?” He asks.

“That’s not going to happen. Nothing and no one is going to take us away from you. Everything is going to be fine. Try to breathe and relax.” She says.

Bucky takes some deep breaths to help himself calm down. It does work a bit, but it doesn’t help the fact that he’s nervous. His thoughts were interrupted when you made a babbling noise. Bucky looks over at you to see you looking at him, which made him smile.

“She might help you relax if you hold her.” Your mom says, gently putting you in your dad’s arms.

Bucky’s thoughts and nervousness immediately left his body the second your mom put you in his arms. He feels relaxed. The only things on his mind right now are you and your mom.

“You’re right. She is helping me relax.” Bucky says.

“See. I told you.” Your mom says.

Bucky feels calm. This is his calm, you and your mom. A little bit goes by when Bucky is told that Steve is there and to suit up.

“Are you ready to meet your uncle?” Bucky coos at you.

You just made a soft babbling noise as you stared up at your dad. Bucky goes to where Steve is with you in his arms and your mom by his side. Bucky, your mom, and Steve greeted each other with a hug.

“How have you been, Buck?” Steve asks.

“Incredible.” Bucky says happily.

You made a soft babbling noise, which caught their attention.

“I would like to introduce you to mine and Y/M/N’s daughter Y/N.” Bucky says.

“Hi.” Steve softly coos at you.

“Do you want to hold her?” Bucky asks.

“Yes please.” Steve smiles.

Bucky gently puts you in Steve’s arms. You didn’t cry or anything. You just stared up at him. Then you moved a bit in his arms like you were trying to move closer to him. You looked at him again. This time, it was like you knew that he’s your uncle. Steve couldn’t be more amazed right now.

“It’s like she knows me already.” Steve says.

“She should. I told her every story of you I could think of.” Bucky says.

“You did?” Steve asks.

“Of course I did. She’s going to need to know who her uncle is.” Bucky says.

“Don’t forget godfather.” Your mom chimes in.

Steve looks from you to your parents when he heard the word godfather.

“I’m her godfather?” Steve asks.

“Of course you are. You and I have been friends for years. You deserve that title.” Bucky says.

Steve smiles widely and looks back at you.

“I’m more than honored to be this sweet little girl’s godfather.” Steve says.

Steve held you for a moment longer before handing you back over to your mom so you and her can go back to the hut her and Bucky have been staying in during his recovery. Bucky was beyond nervous about this threat, but he knows he’s participating in this fight to protect you and your mom. You two are the only two things on his mind that’ll get him through this. Steve being there helped too.

When Thanos and his army got there, a fight broke out. Everyone put their all into the fight to win. When Thanos got his hands on another infinity stone and put it in the gauntlet, he disappeared. Everything went quiet around everyone. It felt like a quiet before a storm. Bucky looks at his hand and saw himself slowly dusting away, which made his heart drop to the pit of his stomach and his eyes tear up.

“Steve?” Bucky says ever so calmly.

Steve looks over at Bucky, his eyes widening when he saw his best friend dusting away. Then he fully dusted away. Steve walks over to the dust pile of his best friend on the ground and crouches down to look at it. Then something immediately came to him. You and your mom. You two can possibly be victims of this. Steve stood up and ran straight to the hut you and your mom are in. Luckily, you were fine. You were sound asleep in your crib. As for your mom, she dusted away like your dad. Steve’s heart drops when he saw that your mom dusted away too. His heart shattered into pieces for you.

“No.” Steve says in disbelief.

Steve walks over to your crib at the same time you woke up. He looks at you for a few seconds before picking you up out of your crib. He makes sure that you don’t see the dust pile of your mom on the ground. Yes, you’re too young to understand what just happened, but he’s doing it to protect you. You made a soft babbling sound that caught Steve’s attention. He carefully readjusted you in his arms so he was looking at you.

Steve is going to do the job your parents gave him to do if anything were to happen to them. He’s going to do everything in his power to take care of you. That’s what your parents would want him to do. He took you to the Avengers compound. He got you set up in one of the spare bedrooms. He didn’t leave you for a second. After seeing what happened to your parents, he kept you close to him. He knows that nothing horrible is going to happen to you, but it can help to take any kind of precaution he can think of. That night, you were sound asleep in Steve’s arms. You’re relaxed in his arms. Steve’s gaze on you is soft.

“Everything is going to be fine. I promise.” Steve softly promises.

5 YEARS LATER…

As you were growing up, Steve made sure to show you pictures of your parents and tell you stories about them so you can get an idea of who they are. He made sure to get everything on video of you so when your parents come back from the snap, they can see what they missed while they were gone and they done have to be as sad about missing the first 5 years of your life.

Now that you’re 5 years old, you’re completely convinced that Steve is your dad. He has been raising you for the first 5 years of your life so in a way, it makes sense why you would call him daddy. Steve does try to get you to understand that he’s your uncle, not your dad. You never seem to believe him though. You’re too convinced that he’s your dad. Also, you’re still too young to understand.

The day that Scott came to the compound to tell the Avengers about the possible theory of bringing everyone back from the snap, you were in the hallway when he was telling them about it. You knew better than to eavesdrop on people’s conversations, but you were curious to know what they were up to. They didn’t even know you were there until they heard the sound of your sneakers squeaking against the floor and they looked over at you. They’re not mad at you for eavesdropping. They could never be mad at you. They know that you’re just a curious kid is all.

“We know you’re there, kiddo.” Steve says.

You entered the room after he said that. You had a sheepish look on your face, because you had a feeling that you were in trouble.

“What’re you doing, sweetie?” He asks.

“I’m sorry. I was just wondering what you guys were doing.” You say sheepishly.

“It’s ok. How about you go to the lounge room and watch TV?” He says.

“Ok, daddy.” You say.

You ran out of the room and went to the lounge room to watch TV and the Avengers went back to talking about the theory that’ll possibly bring everyone back from the snap.

“This needs to work, because Y/N can’t keep growing up without her parents.” Steve says.

“That’s the goal.” Scott says.

Shortly after discussing the theory, the Avengers got to work. Steve tried his best to stay positive the whole time. This needs to work. Your parents need to be in your life. You can’t go any longer without them in your life.

After the stones were collected, the Avengers attempted to bring everyone back, which worked. Not only that, a war with Thanos came too. The Avengers won this time. Everyone was relieved to be back. Most importantly, your parents are happy to be back and can’t wait to see you.

“Where’s Y/N?” Bucky asks.

“Is she ok?” Your mom asks.

“Shes in the compound. She’s fine. I’ll take you guys to her.” Steve says.

Bucky and your mom followed Steve into the compound and went to your bedroom where you are safely. You ran over to Steve and hugged him as soon as he opened the bedroom door.

“Daddy, you’re back!” You say.

You looked over at Bucky and your mom, wondering who they are.

“Who are they?” You asked.

“Remember those stories of the man and woman I told you about?” Steve asks.

You nodded your head yes.

“Well, this is them. They’re your parents, sweetie.” He tells you.

Your parents crouched down to your height to get a good look at you. They can’t believe how ground up you are.

“You’re so grown up since the last time we saw you.” Bucky says.

You just stared at them. You didn’t say a word.

“Sweetie, it’s us. We’re your mommy and daddy.” Your mom says.

You backed up as she reached a hand out to you.

“No.” You shook your head. “He’s my daddy.” You say, pointing at Steve.

“Doll, he’s your uncle, not your dad. We’re your parents.” Bucky says softly.

“No!” You say loudly.

You clung to Steve afraid. He knew this would happen. He also knew that this was going to be hard for you to understand.

“They’re right, sweetheart. I’m your uncle, not your dad.” Steve says.

“No! You’re my daddy!” You say.

“I’m not.” He says.

“You are!” You say.

You started crying. Steve wasn’t saying that to upset you. He was saying it to get you to understand and know who your real parents are. Your parent’s and Steve’s hearts broke for you.

“You have to go home with them now.” Steve says after a couple minutes.

“No!” You cried.

“Sweetheart, you have to. They’re your parents.” He says.

“But you’re my daddy.” You say.

“I’m not, sweetie. I’m your uncle.” He says.

That didn’t stop you from crying. You were too upset to understand anything that’s going on right now. Your parents and Steve hate what it’s doing to you.

“We’ll still see each other. You just have to go with your parents now.” Steve says softly.

“No!” You cried again.

As much as it pained Steve to do this, he knows that you have to be with your parents now. He gently handed you over to them. His eyes teared up as you cried out for him.

A few weeks go by since that day and you’re still not used to being around your parents, which they understand in a way, because they weren’t in the first 5 years of your life. All you do is ask for Steve. You still refer to him as your dad. Your parents try to explain that they’re your parents and he’s your uncle, but you don’t seem to understand. You’re completely convinced that Steve is your dad. They’re trying to get to know you and bond with you, but you don’t seem to want anything to do with them. That breaks their hearts.

As of right now, your parents are struggling to get you to get you to go to bed. Every time they cover you up with a blanket, you kick it off of you. The last time they did, you kicked it off of you and sat up in bed with a pout on your face, holding your favorite stuffed animal. This could mean one of two things. One, you want Steve. Two, you’re just acting out. If your parents are being honest, they don’t know what to do. They don’t want to upset you in anyway by accidentally raising their voices at you or disciplining you.

“Sweetie, you need sleep. You don’t want to be tired tomorrow, do you?” Your mom says softly.

“Mommy is right, doll. You need sleep.” Bucky says softly.

“No!” You shouted.

You got off of your bed to run out of your bedroom. Bucky caught you as soon as you got in the doorway. He held you with a gentle and firm grip as you squirmed to get out of his hold on you.

“Let go of me! You’re not my parents!” You shouted.

That felt like a punch to the gut to your parents. You’ve never said that before. Your mom’s eyes teared up and she whimpered as she quickly left your bedroom. You stopped squirming in your dad’s arms when she left the room, wondering why she left. Bucky gently put you down on your bed.

“You don’t have to go to bed right now. Just try to relax. Ok?” Bucky says softly.

“Ok.” You mumbled.

Bucky found your mom crying in the living room. He sat down next to her and held her as she cried.

“Our own daughter hates us, Bucky!” Your mom cries.

“No, she doesn’t, sweetheart. She didn’t mean what she said.” Bucky says softly.

“It feels like it.” She says.

“She didn’t mean it.” He says.

“Maybe she’s right. We weren’t in the first 5 years of her life.” She says.

“You know as well as I do that we couldn’t have predicted that was going to happen.” He says, referring to the snap.

You got out of bed and went to the living room, standing in the entryway as your parents talked and your mom cried. You couldn’t help but feel bad for making your mom cry.

“Is it my fault?” You asked.

Your parents looked over at the entryway of the living room and saw you standing there. They motioned for you to come over to them. You climbed up onto the couch and sat down in between them.

“Nothing is your fault, kiddo.” Bucky says.

“It should be. I haven’t been listening to you guys and I made you cry.” You say.

“It’s not your fault. You’re just not used to us is all.” Your mom says.

“Used to you?” You asked confused.

“You’re not used to us as your parents, doll.” Bucky says softly.

“Then how come I don’t remember you guys?” You asked.

“Well, a bad guy made some people in the world disappear.” She explains.

“Oh.” You say.

You looked down and fidgeted with your stuffed animal.

“I have an idea.” Bucky says.

Bucky got up and went to his and your mom’s bedroom to get a photo album that has pictures of you in it when you were born. There’s not a lot of pictures in it, but there’s some in there.

“What’s this?” You curiously asked.

“It’s a photo album that has your baby pictures in them.” Bucky pauses for a second after he said that. “Well, some of them.” He adds.

Bucky opens the photo album to the first page of pictures.

“This is when you were first born.” Bucky says, poking at the first picture.

“That’s me?” You asked, poking at yourself in the picture.

“Yes, it is.” He smiles.

“You were so little.” Your mom says.

“No way!” You say.

“Yes way!” Your parents smiled.

“Woah!” You say.

Your parents showed you all of the pictures in the photo album. You asked questions, which they happily answered. You were beginning to slowly believe that they really are your parents.

“You guys really are my mommy and daddy?” You asked.

“Yes.” Your mom answers.

“What about who raised me?” You asked.

“Steve is your uncle and godfather, doll.” Bucky tells you.

“Godfather?” You asked, wondering what the word means.

“Godfather means someone who takes care of you if something were to happen to me and daddy, which is what uncle Steve did for 5 years.” She explains.

“Oh ok.” You say sadly.

Your parents heard the sadness in your voice. Bucky closes the photo album and puts it on the coffee table.

“What’s wrong, sweetie?” Your mom asks.

“I’m sorry for not listening to you and daddy. I just miss daddy- uncle Steve.” You apologized.

“We understand that, but you have to understand that we’re your parents and you have to listen and do what we tell you to do.” Bucky says.

“That’s all we want from you.” She says.

“I can try my best.” You say.

“Good. That’s a start.” He says.

You repositioned yourself on the couch to give your parents a hug at the same time. They didn’t hesitate to hug you back.

“I love you, mommy. I love you, daddy.” You say.

Hearing that warmed your parent’s hearts and made them smile widely. Not only that, the hug also warmed their hearts and made them smile.

“We love you too, sweetheart.” Your parents say softly at the same time.

"Why are horse privates in the air all the time?"

Beth doesn't respond, taking a drag of her cigarette before sighing. "God made 'em that way, sweets." "Can't we put pants on 'em?" "Not unless you want them to be immobile." Silence for a while. A short while.

"How did grandpa find my donkey?" Beth sighs. "I don't know. You ever ask him?" "He said it was a secret." "Figures." She watches the girl climb the said donkey, the animal unbothered by the girl's presence.

"Did you ever have a pet, Auntie Beth?" "Nope. Not unless my brothers count," The girl cackles, making the woman crack a smile. Although the girl was... vibrant, she loved the small moments like this. It wasn't too much to handle.

"Why do donkeys hate dogs?" "They remind them of coyotes, and wolves, and other mutts." Another short silence, the girl riding seamlessly on the donkey. "... should I name my donkey?"

"Do you want to?" Beth retorts. The girl thinks, before nodding. Beth nodded back. "Then go for it." It was silent, for more than a while, the girl thinking. "... it's a boy donkey." "It is."

More silence. "... mm... Bray!" Beth shrugs. "Good choice." Beth snubs her cigarette after one last drag, adjusting her hat. "Bray Dutton!" Beth's lips twitch upwards.

"Better choice. Come on, let's go inside. You stink." "I do not!" The girl gasps dramatically, cackling when Bray... well, brays. Beth helps her slide off the donkey, holding her hand as they walk towards the house.

"Auntie Beth?" "Hm?" "Thanks for staying with me while I play." Beth smiles softly, squeezing her smaller hand. "Don't thank me for that." "Why not?" "Cause." "That's not an answer!" Beth chuckles at her confused expression.

Bray makes a loud noise, making Beth turn around and glare. "Shut up." They make it into the house, the girl's father and John talking amongst themselves.

"Did you really have to get her a donkey?" "Yup." John says shortly, sipping on some coffee. "It's not like you're around to play with her all day." Beth retorts as the girl runs into her father's stomach, hugging him tightly.

The man grunts, but hugs the girl close. "Ass." Beth adds on, making John sigh. "Beth, not in front of her." "I work, Beth. If I could be here with her, I would be." The man grumbles, scooping the girl up so she's on his hip.

"Dad," "Yes, sweets?" "I named him Bray Dutton. Because he's a boy, and boys are loud." The man sighs, patting her back. "They sure are, honey." "How about you go show me how he's doing?" John offers the girl, letting her run back outside.

Silence between the two siblings. "... she misses you, you know." Beth speaks up, crossing her arms. Her brother rubs his eyes. "I know." "A lot." "I know, Beth."

She stares up at him before rolling her eyes. She stomps on his foot, making him curse and glare down at her. "You b-" "You better start making time for that little girl, or I'll haunt you."

Beth glares, pointing at him, before walking off to draw the girl a bath for when she comes back. "You already do!" He calls after her, wincing at his now swollen-feeling foot with a quiet curse. "Good!" "You c*nt-!"

At first you liked the jokes. They started not long after you came out to your family, explaining that you didn’t have sexual attraction. Your dad had responded with the joke “At least I don’t have to worry about you getting pregnant.” But now it was weeks later, and the jokes hadn’t slowed down, and it went from funny, to annoying, to pissing you off. It went from it being like his way to show he supported you, to making fun of you.

Your uncle saw you were getting frustrated and several times had told your dad to knock it off a few times, and you had even told your dad a few times now that it wasn’t funny anymore. But he still persisted. It wasn’t a surprise that you were soon hanging by a thread, and this last joke finally cut it. 

At the time you were having food at a diner, and so you got up and stormed out, and went and got in the back of the Impala. You got in the back, crossing your arms, brooding and waiting for your uncle and dad to come out. It took them a while, but soon they came out. Your dad looked a bit deflated, and your uncle gave you a smile through the window as he came around the car and got in. Your dad didn’t say anything on the drive home.

As soon as you got home, you got out the car and went immediately to your room. As you were walking away you heard your dad call your name before your uncle told him to leave you alone. Even Sam sounded fed up with him, and you didn’t have to doubt he was gonna yell at his older brother. 

You shut the door to your room and jumped on your bed, grumbling with frustration. You wanted to yell at him. You were thinking about wishing that you’d never told him, which was upsetting to think about. If you hadn't told him, he wouldn’t be making these jokes. Was these jokes actually him meant to be at your expense and him passively saying he didn’t support you.

A quiet knock came from your door. “Y/n, can we talk?” Your dad asked you. You didn’t answer at first, but soon huffed, getting up and opening the door for him. You looked up at him with a rather disappointed glare before going and sitting back on your bed. “You’re really pissed off at me, huh?” You didn’t answer, just looking ahead. Dean sighed, coming and sitting down beside you. “You have every right to be angry at me… I’ve been a dick, and I’m sorry.” He apologised. 

“I’ve been asking you to stop with the stupid jokes for weeks now- so has Uncle Sammy.” You grumbled, crossing your arms. 

“Yeah and I should have respected that… Tell you what. We’ve got some cherry pie in the fridge, we heat it up and you can tell me exactly how you’re feeling and what you want from me. How does that sound?” He offered. You accepted by standing up and walking out to go to the kitchen and your dad followed. 

You sat at the table as your dad heated it up, and soon he came over and put a slice in front of you and sat opposite you. “Alright, let loose.” 

“... I used to like the jokes. But now it feels like you’re making fun of me, and it’s like you don’t accept me but won’t outright say it, in a way so that if I did bring up before now you could deny it… do you accept me?” You started. Dean leant on the table to get closer. 

“Of course I do honey. You could come to me tomorrow and say you’ve figure out that you’re not asexual and you indentify as something else, and I’d still accept you. No matter what I’d love you, kid. Don’t ever doubt that… I made the jokes because I wanted you to feel comfortable around me about it, and I guess I was so concerned about wanting you to feel happy about it that I went overboard and did the opposite.” He explained, and you nodded. “So, no more jokes about asexuality?” 

“You can joke about it, just… not as much?”

“Okay, what’s my limit?” 

“One every two weeks. Also you can bring it up to any guy who tries to flirt with me.” You told him. 

“Is that part of the test to see if he can get my approval?” Dean questioned and you nodded. “Okay… none of them are gonna get my approval anyway so…” Dean commented before taking a bite of his pie, making you laugh lightly. 

Hope you like it! If you have any questions, please send them in!

*Not my gif

“I told you it was going to be cold! Here, take this. Next time, bring a damn sweater.”

 “Why is it hugging me?”

“Was that really necessary?”

“Words. Words are difficult.”

 “Being a part of the group means being a part of group hugs. Now get in here! You can be in the middle.”

“I’m out of ideas. Take it or leave it.”

 “I feel like you enjoy pissing me off.”

 “Oh god, it's crying! What do I do? What do i do?”

 “This isn’t even kind of what I asked for.”

“Leave! No, not you, sweetie. You can stay.”

“Look, kiddo, I’m enjoying this hug, but can you stop?”

 “C’mon! It’s movie night. You can’t skip movie night!”

 “Frowning that much will give you wrinkles.”

 “Do you trust me?”

 “What are you doing up so late?”

 “Do you want to stay the night?”

 “You look like you need a hug.”

 “Have you eaten today?”

 “Why are you up so early?”

 “How long have you been standing there?”

 “You’re adorable!”

 “It’s just a fever, I’ll be fine.”

 “You remembered?”

 “Be nice to the kid, it’s been a rough day.” 

 “Why are you hiding in your closet at four in the morning?”

 “Stop wandering off, kid! I swear to god, i will get a leash.”

 “It’ll be fun! Promise.”

 “Did you just agree with me?”

 “Stop being such a grumpy gus.”

 “Will you walk with me? It’s dark outside.”

 “Stop eating the raw cookie dough.”

 "What? No, that's not even close to what I said! How did you even get to that?"

 “How ‘bout no?”

 “You know what we shoul- oh my god, a puppy!”

 “You know I love you, right?”

 “You can lean on me, sweetheart. It’s okay.”

“I’ll always be here for you.” 

“It’s too dangerous for you!”

“How is this my fault?”

“You don’t get to say anything to me about that!”

“Stay behind me.”

 “Try and stay calm, okay? Help is coming.”

 “I haven’t been completely honest with you.”

 “Please, just go away…”

 “Do you need a place to stay?”

 “Stop blaming me for your poor choices!”

 “I’m not a child anymore.”

 “You can’t control me.”

“I can take care of myself!”

“You're not the boss of me.”

“Don't come any closer!”

“All i'm trying to do is keep you safe.”

“I’m sorry…”

“Stop! Don’t hurt them. I’ll do anything- just don’t hurt them.”

“You told me you were okay! You promised me!”

 “You’re just a waste of space.”

 “Stop lying to me.”

 “Touch them again, and I swear to god, I will rip you limb from limb”

 “You don’t have to be scared anymore.”

 “I’ve got you, it’s okay.”

“This can’t be happening,”

 “Want me to stab them?”

 “Don’t freak out! The blood isn’t mine.”

 “Tell me who did this to you.”

 “Talk to me, honey. What’s going on?”

 “What do you want from me?”

“Go on, little one. Run to them. They won’t care. They never cared.”

“You’re okay. You don’t need to do that anymore, okay? You don’t need to do that anymore...”

“What is wrong with you!?” 

“Shh, shh, don’t cry. You’re okay.”

 “It’s me, you’re safe now. I won’t let them hurt you again.”

 “Oh god, what did they do to you?”

 “I can help you, I want to help you. But you have to let me.”

 “How long have you been feeling like this?”

 “Why do you care?”

 “I’m nothing without this- without you!”

 “Why should I be worried?”

 “You’re safe with me, I’ll always protect you.”

 “I’m sorry that I failed.”

 “I just… can’t do this anymore.”

 “Why are you pretending to care about me?”

 “I’m scared.”

 “Why won’t you listen to me?”

 “I didn’t mean to, I’m sorry,”

 “It was just a dream. I’m not gone, I’m right here.”

 “Please, come home.”

 “Where were you all night?”

 “No, you’re wrong!”

 “No, it’s just… I don’t want to be alone right now. Can I stay?”

 “What happened to your hands? Why are they bleeding?”

 “Stop playing dress up! You’re no hero.”

 “You’re not my kid. You’ll never be my kid.”

 “I’m not going to hurt them. You are.”

 “You’re just a child! A lonely, pathetic, weak child who has done nothing but cause trouble and hurt those around them.”

 “I’m not going to hurt you.”

 “Stop excusing her abuse!”

 “You’re just a kid- my kid! I am responsible for you now.” 

 “Liar.”

  “You can’t disappear like that! That’s not how this is going to work, you hear?”