#niece!reader

Ever since Steve found out that he has a sister- a little sister to be exact, he’s been so dedicated to raising you. When the snap happened he was terrified that you were going to be one of the victims of it, but you survived it. Now, everyone is back from the snap and everything is as it should be. Well, actually, not everything is going to be as it should be. Steve has decided to go back in time to be with Peggy and he hasn’t told you yet.

“Are you sure this is what you want to do?” Bucky asks.

“Yes.” Steve answers.

“What about Y/N? Is she going with you?” Bucky asks.

“No. I was going to ask you if you were be her guardian.” Steve says.

“I would be more than happy to. Have you explained this to her though?” Bucky says.

“No.” Steve says.

You ran over to Steve and Bucky, which made them cut their conversation short.

“Are you going on a mission?” You asked, referring to his Captain America uniform.

“I have to return the infinity stones, remember?” Steve says.

“Oh yea.” You remember.

“You’re going to stay with Bucky while I do that.” He says.

“Ok.” You say.

You gave him a hug for good luck and then you stood next to Bucky. You and Bucky watched as Steve got onto the platform and then sent back in time to return the infinity stones. Bucky knew that Steve wasn’t coming back, but you didn’t.

“Where’s Stevie?” You asked.

Bucky didn’t know how to answer your question without upsetting you.

“It must be some kind of glitch.” Bucky makes up.

“Oh ok.” You say.

Bucky didn’t want to lie to you, but he didn’t have a choice. That’s the only answer that Bucky could come up with without upsetting you. He’ll explain to you why your brother isn’t coming back in a little bit. For the moment, he wants you to be the happy kid you always are.

When Steve came back, he was an old man sitting on a bench. Bucky and Sam knew it was Steve. They exchanged looks before walking over to him with you. You were confused. You weren’t sure why there’s an old man there. Little do you know that old man is your older brother. Steve looks over at you and smiles.

“Hey, kiddo.” Steve says.

You frowned in confusion. He sounds like your older brother, but he looks different.

“You don’t recognize your own brother?” He asks.

“Stevie doesn’t look like that.” You say.

“It is me.” He confirms.

Steve pats the bench next to him. You walked over to the bench and sat down next to you.

“You know how much I love you, right?” Steve begins.

You smiled and nodded. Steve nervously clears his throat before continuing what he’s about to say.

“Do you remember when I told you about Peggy?” He asks.

You nodded again.

“Well, I went further back in time to be with her and I’m not coming home.” He says.

You stared at your brother silently. Steve, Bucky, and Sam waited for the tears to come, but nothing happened yet.

“That’s not funny, Stevie. You are coming home.” You say.

“I’m not, Y/N.” He says.

You understood it the second time, which made it real. That’s when the tears came.

“You’re not coming home?” You asked, your voice cracking.

“No. I’m sorry, sweetie.” He says.

Steve was about to give you a hug, but you got off the bench and ran away from him. He knew you were going to do that. It’s something you do when you’re upset. You hid behind a tree and broke down into tears. Steve could feel his heart break into millions of pieces. He hates what this is doing to you.

“Take care of her for me, Bucky.” Steve says.

“You know I will.” Bucky says.

Bucky walks over to the tree you’re hiding behind and sits down next to you. He pulls you onto his lap and holds you as you cried.

“I don’t want Stevie to leave me! I want him to come home!” You cried.

“I know, doll. I do too.” Bucky says softly.

“It’s not fair!” You cried.

“I know it’s not.” He says softly.

Usually, it takes a few minutes to calm you down when you’re upset, but not this time, especially after finding out that your older brother isn’t coming home. It hit you hard and you don’t know if you’re going to be able to adapt to life without your brother in your life.

A FEW MONTHS LATER…

A few months go by since Steve told you that he’s with Peggy now and he’s not coming home. It’s been hard on you. You’re not the happy kid you were a few months ago. You’re quiet now. You’re never quiet. It’s worrying Bucky. He hates what it’s doing to you. He’s trying to come up with ways to make you feel better and go back to the happy kid you once were, but he can’t think of anything, except talking to you. He knows you’re young and have a hard time understanding why Steve decided to be with Peggy, but he wants you to know that it’s ok to talk about it if you want.

“Y/N, can we talk?” Bucky asks.

You didn’t say a word. Your sole focus is on the coloring book in front of you. Bucky gently took it away from you so he had your undivided attention.

“We need to talk.” He says.

“About what?” You asked.

“About what happened a few months ago.” He says.

You know what he’s talking about, but you don’t want to talk about it.

“I don’t want to talk about it.” You say.

“You know it’s ok to talk about it if you want to.” He says.

“I said, I don’t want to talk about it!” You say, raising your voice.

Before Bucky could say anything else, you ran to your bedroom and slammed the door shut. You threw yourself on your bed and started crying. Bucky sighs softly and goes to your bedroom. He can hear you crying.

“Y/N?” Bucky says, knocking on the bedroom door a couple times.

You didn’t open the door. You just laid on your bed and kept crying. Bucky opens the door and walks into your bedroom. He sits down next to you on your bed and puts a comforting hand on your shoulder.

“I miss Stevie.” You say.

“I know, doll.” Bucky says softly.

“Why did he have to leave me?” You asked.

“I don’t know, kiddo.” He says softly.

You kept crying and telling Bucky how much you miss your brother. Bucky’s heart broke for you. All he can do right now is comfort you. He pulls you onto his lap and holds you as you cried. He gently rocked you in his arms and said nothing but sweet words to help you calm down.

“Do you want to know what your brother told me before he left?” Bucky asks.

“What?” You asked.

“He told me to take care of you.” He says.

“He did?” You asked, looking up at him.

“Yes. You’re going to need someone to take care of you, kiddo.” He says, gently and playfully booping your nose.

You smiled and giggled when he did that. Bucky smiles when he saw you smile and heard you giggle for the first time in months. He saw you slowly becoming that happy kid you were a few months ago.

“There’s that happy kid everyone loves.” Bucky says softly.

You kept smiling and readjusted yourself in Bucky’s arms so you can give him a hug.

“Thank you for making me feel better, uncle Bucky.” You say.

“You’re welcome, kid. It’s part of my job as your guardian and uncle to make you feel better.” Bucky says.

“I love you.” You say, resting your head on his shoulder.

“I love you too, kiddo.” He says softly and kisses the top of your head.

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. 

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*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?”

That was the last thing your dad heard from you, that was three hours ago. You wiped under your eyes. It’s only been three hours, everything’s fine. You jumped at the sound of a voice.

“Y/n?” you spun around to see Chuck stood in front of you, looking dejected and broken. You slowly walked towards him, there was an unusual shake in each step you took “what happened?” you asked, fearful of the answer, there was a pit deep in your stomach, something bad.

He walked over to you, he put his hands on your shoulders, “they’re gone... Jack he- he got angry and killed them all... the apocalypse is happening, he caused it. I killed him before he could do anymore damage...” you stared at him in the eye, “no,” you shook your head “no, you’re wrong. Jack wouldn’t hurt them... he couldn’t” you whispered, wincing slightly at how vulnerable you sounded. “I’m sorry, Y/n... I tried to save them, but I was too late, I’m so sorry” he tried to pull you into a hug but you pushed him away causing him to fly back a few feet.

You could feel anger coursing its way through your body as you glared at him, “that’s such bullshit,” you scoffed “you’re God... you could’ve done something, you could have SAVED them. Trying isn’t good enough when you’re you” you spat, he let out a sigh and looked down at his feet, “I’m sorry” he said before disappearing.

You felt your knees buckle, instead of crashing to the floor you gripped onto the table. Your breathing was hard and your knuckles were white, all you could see was red.

You let out a cry of anguish as you ripped the table out of the floor, it crashed against the metal railings of the stairs. They were gone. Your entire family, just... gone.

Your chest was getting tight and your head was throbbing, you looked up at the ceiling, “YOU BASTARD!” you howled. Letting out a sob you collapsed to the floor, you leant your head in your hands, the throbbing in your head was getting stronger and stronger, the pain was unbearable. You let out a shout, a shout of pain, grief and anger. The bunker shook, the shelves toppled over, tables and chairs were thrown throughout the room. It was silent, nothing but the sound of your ragged breaths echoing throughout the bunker.

The silence was interrupted by the sound of the door slamming open, multiple footsteps and voices. You stumbled to your feet, your hunter instincts kicked in as you pulled out a gun from the waistband of your jeans and pointed it at the intruders, “woah! Y/n, its just us, you can put the gun away”, you shook your head, “who the hell are you” you demanded, they looked between each other, they were all covered in cuts and bruises. Sam stepped forwards causing you to stumble back in panic, he froze and put his hand in the air when you focused your gun towards him.

He looked over at you, you were shaking. Your wide and blood shot eyes stood out against your complexion which had gone white. The only visible colour was the blood dripping from your ears and nose. Your veins were visible, crawling across your face making you look like something from a horror movie. “Y/n?” he spoke gently, “what’s going on?” he asked, you gulped as you looked between the three men stood in front of you. You turned your gaze back to Sam, “I’m going to ask again. Who the hell are you?” You asked with a little more force.

He made another step towards you, panicked you aimed the gun at his shin and fired. You swiped your arms so that the book shelved toppled onto one another, partially blocking them from you, you stared at them for another second before you turned and ran.

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You sprinted your way through the bunker, if you could somehow run around and up the stairs then you could get out... get to Jody’s, you’d be safe. You stopped when you turned the corner and saw Dean, you pointed your gun at him and fired, “fuck!” you cursed when it clicked, you hadn’t reloaded it from the last hunt. You threw it to the ground. “Y/n, I need you to breath. Can you do that for me, please?” he asked, you shook your head and walked backwards as he continued to walk towards your “your not Dean” you whimpered, he narrowed his eyes in confusion.

You were about to turn and run when two arms wrapped themselves tightly around your body. You began to thrash in the trench coat covered arms, you began to panic as you fought back. “Let me go!” you yelled, “please, don’t hurt me, please” you sobbed as your knees buckled. “We’re not gonna hurt you...” you stopped struggling but you were still breathing erratically, “sweetheart, look at me.” Dean said placing his hands on each side of your face, you flinched slightly but stared into his green eyes, “we’re not going to hurt you, okay? You’re breathing too fast, can you hear that?” he asked, you nodded your head as you let out another sob. Grabbing one of your hands he squeezed it tightly, you couldn’t really feel it due to how numb it was, “I’m real, okay?” He gave Cas a look as he slowly loosened his grip on you causing you to slump to the floor, you had lost all feeling in your hands and your legs were like jelly. 

Dean knelt down in front of you, “see Cas?” you nodded your head, “he’s real, we’re here” you shook your head as you let out another sob as your breathing slowly picked up its pace, “no... no he said you were dead” your eyes were squeezed shut, “why would he lie? You’re not real, you can’t be real”. The two men exchanged a glance before Cas knelt down in front of you and placed his two fingers on your forehead head, you immediately slumped to the side. Dean slowly stood up with you in his arms, “go to Sam, make sure his legs okay... I’ll take her to her room”.

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You slowly opened your eyes, everything was aching. Your chest, your head, your hands and legs... everything just ached. You slowly began to sit up, ignoring your screaming bodies protests, “you’re finally awake” you jumped and looked towards the door at Billie who was leaning against the frame. She walked in, closing the door behind her she stood at the end of the bed with her arms crossed.

You crossed your legs as you leant against the bed frame, “you can sit, y’know” you mumbled, she sat on the edge of your bed and turned to look at you. “How’re you feeling?” she asked, you let out a scoff of amusement and shook your head, “honestly, I don’t know... I can’t really remember what happened. It’s blurry.” you explained whilst chewing on your lip, a habit you had picked up whenever you became anxious, “the last thing I remember was Chuck telling me my entire family had died” you looked at her with a sad smile and tears in your eyes, she reached forwards and grabbed one of your hands, “Chuck lied to you, Y/n. He tried to kill them but they escaped. Chuck killed Jack, started the Apocalypse and then tried to kill Sam, Dean and Castiel” she explained, you shook your head and began to protest when she interrupted you, “why would I lie? I wouldn’t lie, Y/n. Chuck must’ve thought they wouldn’t have made it out... guess he didn’t want to leave you freaking out, so, he told you they died. I’m sorry” She stood back up, “they’re ready to talk when you are, you were panicking so badly Castiel had to knock you out” she explained, she went to leave but turned back when you spoke, “oh my god...” you looked up at her, “I shot Sam... I shot my dad, is he okay?” you asked, quickly standing up by her, she nodded her head and placed a hand on your shoulder, “he’s fine, Y/n. The bullet grazed him, nothing a few stitches couldn’t fix” you let out a sigh, “you wanna see him?” she asked, you nodded your head. “Okay, wait by here. You could use a little more rest” she turned and walked out.

You let out a sigh as you collapsed back onto your bed, you covered your face with your arms and closed your eyes. You couldn’t explain how you were feeling, you were angry... angry at Chuck for almost killing your family and lying to you about it, you were angry with yourself for not believing that they were who they said they were... also shooting your dad probably wasn’t the best thing. You tensed slightly at the soft knock on the door, you sat up “yeah?” you winced when your voice broke. 

Sam walked in and another wave of tears hit you, they slowly started running down your face as he knelt in front of you. He wiped them away and rested his hand on the side of your face, “hey, bug” he whispered, you let out a sob as you crashed into him. He cradled you as you sobbed into his shoulder, “It’s okay. I’m here” he whispered as tears started to slide down his face. He let out a shaky sigh, “I thought you were gone... Chuck told me you all died” he tensed slightly, “is that why the library looked like a bomb had gone off in it?” he asked, you shook your head “sorry about that... I didn’t know I was capable of that much” you sniffed and leant your head against his shoulder, “sorry about your leg” you mumbled. Sam let out a small smile as he tightened his grip on you, “I’m not mad, you did what anybody else would’ve done in that situation”.

“I’m glad you’re not dead” 

“So am I” he replied, pressing a kiss onto your head.

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