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@smiley wow great story! She’s kinda like ghost then?"When in doubt, eat cheese crackers."-me to my charries who don't even know about cheese crackers
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So I decided to try a Marvel short story… and this one takes place in the What If?
And in case you didn’t know, the What If? was “what if Wanda and Pietro were Peter’s adopted siblings?”
A Bitter Heart
Thirteen-year-old Wanda came storming through the apartment door, tears coursing down her face.
Uncle Ben and Aunt May turned from the TV to see her, Wanda couldn’t help but stop to see a local news station talking about the accident.
Wanda bolted to her room, slamming her bedroom door.
Wanda curled up in the corner of her bed, her tears staining her burning red face. She turned on the tiny TV that sat on a desk in front of her bed, and she began to watch a sitcom. The shows had always been a comfort to her and right now she needed comfort.
A knock sounded. In the few years she and her brother had lived with the Parkers, she had learned the differences between the knocks. Her brothers never knocked, Aunt May would knock two or three times and then wait for permission, and Uncle Ben would knock about five times, and then if you didn’t give permission he’d walk in anyway.
“Come in Uncle Ben,” Wanda said, looking up at the door.
When she and Pietro had moved in with the Parkers, Peter was already living there, and he always called Ben and May Uncle and Aunt. Wanda and Pietro had parents, and they loved them, and it felt weird to call anyone Mom and Dad who weren’t them. So they also stuck with the Uncle Ben and Aunt May for names.
Uncle Ben walked through, concern in his eyes. He took a seat at the end of Wanda’s bed. He used the remote to pause the show and then faced Wanda.
“I didn’t mean for it to happen, but now look what I did!” Wanda said, looking down at her hands like they were weapons.
“Someone was bulling Pietro, you reacted the same way many siblings would, they just don’t have powers like yours,” Uncle Ben reassured her.
Ben smiled and then grabbed a box off of Wanda’s dresser, setting it in front of her.
Wanda looked at the blocks that were in the box, and then at her Uncle Ben. He had been the one to first suggest she practiced her powers on the blocks, and whenever she was mad or upset, she’d do that and it would ease her mind. But this time her powers were the ones bringing her pain.
“I don-”
Uncle Ben gave her a look that told her to do it anyway. Wanda began to gesture her hands, using her mind to lift the blocks, slowly making them move in the air.
“You’re just learning how to use your powers, and it’s clear that they come out with emotion, so self-control will be key when it comes to controlling them,”
Wanda nodded to Uncle Ben’s words and then tilted her head slightly. “They think I’m a monster,”
“Well… Aunt May doesn’t think you’re a monster, Peter doesn’t think you’re a monster, Pietro doesn’t think you’re a monster, and I especially don’t think you’re a monster, what do you think?”
Wanda gave some thought and then said with confidence. “I’m not a monster,”
“Rember, with great power-”
“Comes great responsibility,” Wanda nodded and then smiled at him, making the blocks twirl in the air.
“I have no doubt that someday, with some more practice, you and your brother will do amazing things with your powers.”
Wanda gave another smile as Uncle Ben left the room.
~*~
3 years later…
Wanda didn’t know why she had gotten the feeling she had during school. A heavy feeling that something wasn’t right, but as she walked home from school. Her mind started to wonder, had something happened? Had someone been hurt?
But when Wanda walked into her apartment, Aunt May’s face told her everything.
“No, No please no!” Wanda sobbed as Aunt May nodded, telling her the worst had happened.
Wanda imminently broke into tears, the heavy feeling, feeling so much worse, to the point of bringing her to her knees. Grief overwhelmed her and her powers seemed to ignite inside her, growing stronger.
“No…” Wanda said in a low whisper.
~*~
Pietro stood beside Wanda, as she held an umbrella above her family. The truth was, a rainy day almost felt fitting for the burial of Uncle Ben, because, in Wanda’s mind, the world had gotten a lot more gloomy.
Aunt May was putting on a strong front for all the kids.
Peter didn’t know what to think, but Pietro and Wanda did. Not so long ago they had lost their parents, and now they lost the man who had been a second father to them.
Something had clicked in Wanda, a familiar grief that brought back so many unpleasant memories. Wanda thought about the bright girl she had been during the years of living with the Parkers, the years of feeling like nothing could touch her.
But now… well now she was just angry and bitter.
~*~
Wanda played with the blocks, trying to ease her emotions. But nothing could get rid of this pain.
It was like her heart had broken into a bunch of small pieces, and now they were sharp.
Wanda’s powers felt stronger like they grew with pain or grief.
Wanda looked at the door, as her brother entered. Pietro took a seat at her desk, watching his sister.
Wanda looked around the room and then locked eyes on a Polaroid photo, Pietro noticed it too. It was Peter in front of the Stark Industries building.
Peter had always looked up to the inventor, Tony Stark, and he had been so excited to go there.
Wanda and Pietro never forgot what was written on the bomb, they had just put it to the side, not holding any anger.
But now… well now they had a lot of anger.
The man who had murdered Uncle Ben was in custody, but the man who had taken her parents from her, was still out there, living a nice rich life.
Pietro and Wanda shared a glance. Wanda turned to her blocks, and with a swipe of her hands, spikes came through the blocks, as a bitterness filled her heart.
Over the few years, the Parkers had gone back to a normal life, only a few things had changed. Wanda and Pietro were still nice normal kids, but they also told themselves that someday they’d make Stark pay. Aunt May had gotten used to the signal Mom routine, and everyone was still trying to process their grief.
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@smiley Love the chapter!!!
and the story…MILEY, WHY WOULD YOU DO THIS TO
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Y’all remember when I talked about that Marvel Dystopian AU?
welp
I finally got chapters to share 😉
Here they are!!!!!! (my best friend has really been helping me brainstorm this lately, lol! XD)
Chapter 1
An arrow sent an enemy cascading to the ground.
Leaping off a metal building, red and black shield in hand, Steve landed on another goon, sending the man sprawling to the hard concrete. He clicked on his earpiece. “There’s two more down. That was a nice shot, Clint.”
“Thanks, Steve. Tony, how many more goons has JARVIS tracked down?”
“None, far as I-oh, nice hit, Wanda…okay, now JARVIS says there’s no more goons around us.”
“Sure some aren’t hiding, Tony?” Natasha asked, flipping and landing on the concrete beside Steve, flipping her red hair behind her back. “You know they have tech almost as good as yours.”
Tony chuckled. “No one has tech as good as mine, not even Dictator-“
“Hush, Tony,” Clint scaled down a wall and joined Steve and Natasha, “you know we all need to be careful about what we say.”
A click of a rifle sounded in Steve’s left ear.
He turned to see a goon lifting a machinegun.
Steve twisted his arm and threw the shield with a grunt.
Vibranium hit the man square in the head, and he fell onto the concrete face first.
Steve caught his shield again. “Yeah, I don’t think JARVIS is working right.”
“That’s weird…” Steve heard Tony click a few buttons, “maybe JARVIS is malfunctioning today, but that doesn’t make sense…my suit is still working.”
“Maybe we should get back to base.”
Steve nodded and turned to face Thor, who had spoken, and Thor’s brother Loki, two more members of Strike Team Avengers. “Yeah, sounds best. We all know the Admiral will be there to check on everything.”
“Dictator Pierce certainly loves having his Admiral come over.” Loki mused with a roll of his eyes.
Thor elbowed his brother in the side, shooting a warning glance at his brother, cautioning him.
Steve bit his lip.
With Pierce as head of the Hydra Empire, he ruled with an iron fist, and his Strike Teams within the International Hydra Protection Agency, of which the Avengers was apart, helped keep his power from being taken away.
Steve didn’t enjoy it, not in the least…but as a failed government experiment, what other choice did he have?
~*~
Tony enjoyed working with his team, but he despised working to keep Alexander Pierce in power even though he had no other choice.
That was what he hated the most.
“Tony, when will the Admiral be in here?”
Turning to the teen seated in the chair beside him, Tony shrugged. “I don’t know…soon, I’d only have to assume.”
He glanced around at the entire team, his entire team, seated around the long meeting table.
The team personally guided by Nicholas Fury, Tony was grateful that Fury gave them missions early so they could prepare and always tried to stand up for them.
Not as if those were the only things Tony was grateful to him for…it was so much more than that.
The other members of the team were more than his teammates.
Steve, Clint, Natasha, Thor, Loki, Peter, Wanda, Pietro, Sam, and Bruce were even more than friends…they were family.
“I’m worried, Tony, what if we messed up again?” Peter asked, worry crossing his face, brown eyes full of concern.
Seated across from Tony, Fury smiled gently at the sixteen-year-old. “I’m sure it will be fine, Peter…you all did an amazing job.”
Peter nodded, seemingly having been calmed by Fury’s words.
‘Thank you’, Tony mouthed, thanking Fury for calming down the teen.
Fury shook his head. “Don’t worry about it.” He whispered.
The meeting room door slammed open, and the Admiral walked in.
Admiral Rumlow was feared throughout the Empire, second only to Pierce himself. The Strike Teams especially feared him, and for good reason.
Rumlow settled down in the chair at the end of the table. He scowled, opening up a file. “Not much of an improvement from the…Agency incident.”
“How can stopping a bunch of goons be “not much of an improvement” from us destroying the Hydra Food Agency building, by accident, you know, several months back?” Sam asked with a roll of his eyes, arms crossed.
“Hold your tongue, Wilson. You didn’t catch all of the goons, and the stragglers had to be caught by another Strike Team. Banner also slightly damaged an apartment complex. That is reason alone for deeming this mission as a failure.”
Tony’s gaze shifted to Steve.
The youth tried to mask his fear, but he wasn’t good at it…not one bit. His face was almost corpse white, and they all understood why.
Deemed as the Avengers’ “Captain”, the leader, role model, and defender of the team, all punishments for infractions fell on him…and every punishment was brutal.
To make matters worse, Steve was only twenty years old, one of the youngest on the team even though he was one of the tallest and most muscular.
Tony cleared his throat and stood. “If I may, Admiral-“
“You may sit down, Stark, that is all you may do. Need I remind you who’s in charge-!”
“Some of the goons were unable to be located because our glorious leader Pierce hasn’t granted me the permission to update my software that was tracking down the goons, and the building that was a little wrecked was hardly destroyed. No one was hurt, and nothing was completely destroyed, now, were they? I simply ask that you reconsider whatever you’re planning…everything we did was entirely by accident, and nothing was seriously damaged. For the power of our Glorious Leader, I simply ask that you consider a reconsider. That is all. Thank you, Admiral Rumlow…what would this Empire do without you?”
Tony retook his seat, and Rumlow smiled, his smile full of pride…just as Tony knew it would be. “Well, I suppose the Empire would be in shambles without me, Stark…I’m glad you see how invaluable I am to the Hydra Empire, however,” Rumlow’s smile faded, “a pretty speech won’t keep this team from suffering consequences.”
Pietro stood up. “Team!? No one suffers the consequences except for Steve! We barely did anything-!”
“Take your seat, Maximoff. Need I remind you that our Leader wouldn’t hesitate to put you back in a solitary confinement cell for the rest of your sorry life?”
Wanda rested a hand on her twin’s arm, eyes full of caution.
Pietro calmed and sat down, but he didn’t look happy about it.
“Pierce considers Strike Team Avengers his most valuable team…I’d hate for him to be mistaken about that and have to change his mind. He will not tolerate many more failures…he has ordered that you all do more training-“
“We already train every day! What more do you want from us?” Thor cried, indignant.
“Odinson, you’d be wise to stay quiet, you all would be. You know how things work here,” Rumlow closed the file and stood, “Rogers, you’re coming with me. The rest of you better get your act together soon, or Pierce will not consider you his most valuable team and you won’t be used as much-“
Sam scoffed. “Sounds like a blessing.”
Rumlow glared but continued, “-And your team will be forced to trade Captains with another Strike Team. Do I make myself clear?”
A chorus of ‘Yes, Admiral’ sounded, but as Tony looked around the table, he could see that no one was happy about it.
It didn’t matter if they were working for the “right” side…Steve still mattered a lot to their whole team, and they wouldn’t trade him for anything.
Rumlow, file at his side, marched out of the room, Steve following close behind.
They’d train to get better…they had to.
Chapter 2
Music played; people talked; drinks were clinked together, and food was served.
Natasha leaned back against a corner, smoothing down her lake red evening gown. She didn’t even want to attend the party…none of them did, but they were forced to attend.
There were officials from other nations along with prominent individuals within the Hydra Empire and several rich families.
She despised the party with everything she had.
“Hey Nat.”
Natasha turned and offered her teammate and friend a smile. “Steve. How are you feeling?”
Steve shrugged. A small grimace crossed his face. “Yeah, just…still sore.”
Natasha laid a gentle hand on his shoulder; she rose a concerned eyebrow. “Are you sure that’s all?”
“Yeah. Didn’t really want to come here…”
“None of us did. None of us wanted to come here.”
“Got that right.” Tony muttered, walking over.
The whole team was gathered around…at least none of them were alone. That was worth something, right?
They were together. That meant everything.
“Strike Team Avengers?”
Natasha turned around. She rose an eyebrow at Fury who was walking over. “Yeah?”
Clint leaned back against the wall, tossing a small pebble he must have picked off his shoe into the air. “Fury, if you have bad news, you might as well keep it to yourself, cause I’m tired of-“
“They’re about to start the dancing…it wouldn’t be good if you all stayed out of it, so I came over to ask that you all try to act acceptable at least.”
Pietro scoffed. “Why? So Pierce can show us off like we’re his prize pets?”
“Pietro…” Wanda whispered, laying a hand on her brother’s arm.
“We’ll do our best, Fury. Don’t worry about us.” Bruce reassured with a gentle smile.
“I’m only looking out for all of you.”
“We know,” Sam rose a small smile, “thank you.”
Fury nodded, gave a small salute, and turned on his heel to go speak with other guests.
“Well,” Clint flipped the pebble into a nearby trashcan, “guess we better get around to “enjoying” this party.”
“I’d rather jump into a frigid pond.” Tony muttered.
Natasha stepped forward. “Come on…let’s just pretend we want to be here.”
That didn’t mean she had to be nice to anyone, though.
Natasha ended up dancing in the arms of a man who loved to talk about himself nonstop.
He finished his tirade, and Natasha looked up at him with a small smirk. “You’d think that a man who loves to talk about himself wouldn’t find a woman willing to put up with him…yet look at you. I guess it really is true what they say: ‘a man who loves himself will never be able to love anyone else’.”
The man’s face reddened, and as soon as he possibly could, he released Natasha and looked for another woman to dance with.
Natasha let out a low chuckle. She’d escaped.
She looked around the room to find her teammates, her family.
Wanda danced with Sam so she wouldn’t have to dance with a stranger.
Most everyone else danced with people Natasha didn’t recognize.
Tony, however, stood against the wall, merely looking at his phone, chasing women away with the unlikeable, rough sides of him that he used when he wanted no one to come close.
Perhaps Natasha could get him to dance…at least he wouldn’t stand out so-“Miss Romanoff, could I have the pleasure of leading you through a dance?”
She briskly turned on her heel to face Pierce, the Dictator. “Oh, Emperor Pierce.” Natasha forced a small curtsy, silently muttering words she wouldn’t want a child to hear in her head.
“So, may I? You seem quite lonely, standing here in the middle of the dance floor without a dancing partner.”
Did she really have any other choice?
Natasha took his hand. “Of course.”
She let Pierce lead her into a simple ballroom dance. Her gown brushed against her legs and she made sure her steps were careful.
She heard a young woman cuss, and turned to see Steve apologizing to Alice Pierce, face red with embarrassment.
He’d often said he had two left feet…“Romanoff, I can see why Barton may have decided to save your life. Your skills are exemplary compared to many of those on Strike Team Avengers. They are all good, but you are so much…better.”
“Thank you, but I don’t think I deserve such praise. Everyone on the team is good at what they do-“
Pierce scoffed. “You failed the last mission.”
“Stark’s tech wasn’t work-“
“The team should have been able to find the Agents without the help of JARVIS.”
What did he know!? Had he ever been on a dangerous mission before!? Natasha smiled to mask her fury. “…Maybe so, but it is more difficult. We are your most prized team…”
“I think you’d do better with a different Captain.”
“Rogers is a good fit, is he not?
Pierce chuckled, leading Natasha out of the middle of the dance floor. “Hardly. The child is…naïve. Very naïve. You cannot deny that his youth doesn’t help his leadership abilities, Miss Romanoff.”
“He is still learning-“
“Learning has gotten him nowhere. I would think that with so many lessons, he would do better, Miss Romanoff. Do you not agree?”
‘The beatings have done nothing more than make him fear for his life! All of the brutal punishments have left him with nightmares and trauma that we have to help him cope with!’ She wanted to scream, but she didn’t, even though her fury threatened to bubble over. Rather, Natasha merely nodded in acknowledgement.
“So you do understand. Truly, I should have left Rogers in the lab…the scientists could have learned much from running experiments.”
A lab rat…nothing but a lab rat.
Natasha opened her mouth, finally too angry to say something polite, but a man she had never before seen in her life, who danced on his own somehow, caught her eye. “Leader, may I ask…do you know that man?”
Pierce followed her gaze. He smiled faintly and nodded. “Indeed. Not well, but he is from another empire near by…his name is Helmut. He is a baron and very rich…possibly influential for the future of our empire. Baron Helmut Zemo…I will be speaking with him at dinner.”
Natasha watched the man.
He seemed different than many of the guests…and the way he watched everyone…specifically Pierce and Fury…she knew exactly what he was doing.
Spying.
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I’m sorry for hurting
youthem XDBut thanks
I love it!!!!!!!! And I hate it because the poor Avengers *cries*
Wanda danced with Sam so she wouldn’t have to dance with a stranger
So… did I ever metion that I thought about them as a couple
Sam has never really been shipped with, and Wanda is literally shipped with everyone
and I don’t know, I’ve gave it some serious thought for my Avengers series XD
I know I’m insane
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Anywhoooooo…I have Chapter 3!!!!
(I wanted the two main charries in this chapter to be able to/willing to talk and stuff…so not as brainwashed as I first planned…and I like it way more this way 😉)
Chapter 3
She rubbed the rag against her pistol, cleaning the silver.
“Are you going to clean that gun all day?”
Blonde hair wisping around her face, Widow turned to face her comrade, the Asset, more commonly just called Asset. She scoffed. “It needs to be clean. You know what would happen if it wasn’t. Perfection and perfection only.”
Asset leaned against the doorframe, brushing a strand of his brown hair behind his left ear. His metal arm shone in the sun. “You still don’t have to take forever.”
“You know what happened last time we came to Pierce without cleaned equipment, boots, and clothes.”
“Doesn’t mean you need to take twelve hours-“
“It has only been five minutes-“
“Rumlow will wonder why we’ve been outside for so long.”
“I’m not afraid.”
“You should be.” He replied, his Russian as hard as it was good.
Widow looked away. She let out a deep sigh.
Letting a few moments of silence pass, she finally spoke. “I am grateful for all of your help, Asset,” such an odd feeling; she hadn’t felt any emotion towards anyone except fear for a long time, “but I’m also not afraid.”
“You are, but you’re just good at hiding it. I can see it…Rumlow can see it…Sitwell can see it…everyone that sees you all the time can see it, Widow.”
She chuckled. “Yeah, as if. I can mask my fear better than anyone.”
Asset sank down on the ledge of the building beside her, raising one knee to his chest. “No, you can’t.”
“Let’s not argue about this. I know I can mask my fear, and besides,” Widow flipped her pistol; she slipped it into her side holster, “I’m done cleaning my pistol.”
“If you’re not afraid, then why are you making sure everything you have is spotless?”
“Because I want to make a good impression…maybe you should do the same.”
“The last mission ended horribly…you know making a good impression means nothing.”
“It wasn’t that horrible.”
“The scientist got away with all of the experiments Pierce’s scientists worked so hard on. It ended horribly.”
Widow stood and sighed. “I’ll be in trouble.”
“We both are. Maybe they won’t be so hard on you-“
“I can handle a beating, I’m not afraid, but I know Rumlow will think you’ve been out of the chamber for too long…”
Asset stood and turned away, an unknown emotion glazing over his blue eyes.
“…And they’ll be putting you in the chair.”
“ASSET! WIDOW! Get in here this instant!”
Widow rose a small smile. “Emperor Pierce calls for us. I’m sure Rumlow will also be waiting for us both.”
Asset grabbed her arm and helped her to her feet.
“Better face it now instead of later.”
Before she even knew what she was doing, Widow’s hand slipped into his. Asset stared at her, eyes slightly widened.
Widow smiled gently. “…I’ve never had a life other than this…this is my life,” Widow squeezed his cold and metal hand, “but I still don’t think I’d trade it for any other.”
(somehow I am accidentally turning this into a Bucky/Yelena ship…😂)
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@smiley and here’s the next chapter!!!!!! 🥳🥳
Chapter 4
Wanda twirled her glowing fingers, sending a dummy slamming against the wall.
“Good one, Wanda!”
“Not good enough, Pietro.”
Pietro skidded to a stop beside her and rose an eyebrow in question. “What do you mean? Your powers are perfect, and you do so-“
Wanda spun to face her brother, eyes glowing red, rage at herself boiling over. “We failed another mission, Pietro! We didn’t succeed in our mission, and even though some of us were to blame, Steve was the one that had to take the punishment since he’s our Captain!”
“But you’re not the one that messed up the mission-!”
“Yes I did.”
The practice dummy flew through the air, landing only a few inches from Pietro.
“Hey now.”
“I didn’t mean to drop it next to you, and that’s how you know I need more training.”
“Wanda…”
“I need more training, Pietro…we all do. We can’t fail another mission. Steve may be seriously-“
“Steve is alright, Wanda.”
Wanda turned on her heel to face Tony, who had stepped into the room.
“Is he back here!?”
Tony rose a half smirk. He tsked. “Someone seems extra excited.”
“Tony…she wants to know.” Peter whispered, standing beside Tony.
Tony’s eyes met Wanda’s. His smirk faded. “He is back here, and he’s fine…but he’ll have to recover for a little while, even longer than last time, probably, at least according to Bruce.”
Pietro rose an eyebrow, gently resting a hand on Wanda’s arm for comfort. “How bad was it this time?”
Peter shook his head. “Well, it uh…wasn’t good.”
Tony bit his lip; he nodded in agreement. “Peter’s right. They dropped Steve off when he was barely conscious.”
Wanda turned away. Her arms fell limp at her sides. Her gaze fell. Tears brimmed her eyelashes. “…It’s my fault.”
“Wanda.”
“Tony, don’t tell me it isn’t…I know it’s my fault. I was the one that failed to keep the building the secret agent was in from falling.”
“It was either the building collapsed or innocent people on our team died…we don’t trade lives like that, Wanda.”
“Tony, please,” tears coursed down Wanda’s cheeks, “everyone, just…leave me alone. I don’t want to hurt anyone else.”
“Wanda-“
Wanda pulled away from her twin’s touch, only doing her best to protect the one she loved most. “No, Pietro…I don’t want to hurt anyone else. Just leave…leave me alone to train, please.”
“Wanda, I-“
“GO, Pietro!”
Her brother slowly left, head hung, shoulders slumped. Tony and Peter followed after him.
Wanda clamped a hand over her mouth; she sank to her knees on the floor; her brown locks brushed against her tear-stained cheeks, and she sobbed.
~*~
“Do you ever regret bringing me back here with you?”
Clint faced his best friend with a shake of his head. “Not one bit. Why do you ask?”
“I’m sure it made everyone say bad things about you-“
“Nat,” Clint grabbed his friend’s hand; he squeezed it, “I never regretted choosing to keep you alive. Would you rather be dead right now?”
Natasha glanced around the empty living area. Slowly, she shook her head. “…No. I never would have met all of these amazing people.”
Bruce stepped into the room, notebook in hand, scrawling something across the page.
Clint stood from where he’d been sitting down. “What’s the report, Bruce?”
“It will take several days for his wounds to heal, and I will have to redress them a few times. We’ll have to monitor him to make sure his wounds don’t get infected, but he is fine and awake.”
“Can we see him?”
Bruce nodded and smiled faintly, tired lines on his face making him look much older than his thirty-five. “You can…here, come on in.”
Bruce opened the door to the medical room and let Natasha inside. Clint grabbed the door and smiled. “Go on ahead, Bruce, I’ve got the door.”
Bruce gave a nod of thanks and slipped into the medical room.
Clint followed Bruce and Natasha to the bed Steve laid on.
“Hey Steve, how are you, kid?” Clint asked.
Steve faced them and offered a slightly lopsided smile, still drowsy from pain medication. “Good as I can be, I guess.”
Clint grinned and winked. “I like that response.”
“I’m glad you’re trying to stay positive,” Natasha laid a hand on Steve’s left arm, “but are you really okay?”
“I-I’ll recover…I’m okay.”
“Steve.”
Steve’s blue eyes met Natasha’s green.
Clint rested a hand on Steve’s right hand. “She’s right, Steve, you need to tell us how you’re actually feeling. We care about you.”
Steve’s blue eyes brimmed with a few stray tears.
Natasha slowly sat in the chair beside Steve’s bed. “It hurts, Steve…we all know it does. It hurts most of us more emotionally and mentally, and you get hurt physically too…I know it hurts, and please, Steve, never be afraid to admit that.”
“I-I’m the C-Captain-“
“Kid,” Clint settled on the bed to sit beside Steve; he brushed a strand of Steve’s blonde hair behind his right ear, “you don’t have to be strong for us.”
“He’s right, Steve.”
Steve glanced at Clint, then Natasha, and kept drifting between them both.
Tears coursed down his cheeks.
Clint smiled. “We’re all here for each other, Steve…we’re a team and a family, and no one can ever change that.”
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XD Thank you And girl!!!! Yelena better not be too hurt, or Pierce will see my bad side… *Nods head aggressively*
(somehow I am accidentally turning this into a Bucky/Yelena ship…😂)
*coughs* as it should be *coughs*
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Wanda clamped a hand over her mouth; she sank to her knees on the floor; her brown locks brushed against her tear-stained cheeks, and she sobbed.
First Yelena and now Wanda?!! I can’t do much more of this
yet I love it!! And my sweet, sweet, Wanda
and poor Pietro… Wanda pushed him away… *cries* this is too much for me
I’m going to need therapy by the time you finish this
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@smiley are u ok??? 😅😆
thx tho <3
listen, I know it’s sad…but there will be good things coming too ✨
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@smiley @euodia-vision @keilah-h @mineralizedwritings
Sooooo, I have another scene for the 5th fanfic…
they’re all just going through so much 😭💕😭
anywho…here it is:
His phone rang.
Bucky picked his phone off the kitchen table and lifted it to his ear, using his other hand to rifle through mail. “Hey sweetheart.”
“Hi honey,” Madelene opened something, “how are the kiddos doing?”
“They’re all taking their afternoon nap right now. Grace is still feeling fine, at least for now.”
“Poor babies. They just got the stomach bug a couple months ago.”
“How’s Branson?”
“He’s eating a small snack one of the other nurses provided right now…I’m taking my lunch break with him. Branson, sweetheart, how are you feeling?”
Bucky heard a slightly muffled response and Madelene’s quiet chuckle.
“He said he wants to go to the park and play.”
Bucky chuckled. “Sounds like he’s feeling better.”
“He is, but he says he doesn’t like all of the doctors and stuff…he doesn’t like all of the needles and other things.”
“I don’t blame him,” Bucky tossed some junk mail into the garbage, “I don’t like those things either.”
Madelene sighed. “Yeah, I know…I just wish he didn’t have to go through any of this. They’ll be starting treatment tomorrow, and Bucky, I-I’m so…I’m so scared.”
“Hey, honey, Branson will be fine, you’ll see…the chemo will help him get better, and we’ll all be able to leave this behind us soon. He’ll be okay, I know he will.”
“Okay, okay…you’re right,” Madelene took in a deep breath, “okay…so, what are you up to?”
“Just finished looking through mail.”
“Anything special?”
“Just bills and some junk mail, so no. Have you gotten the chance to talk to anyone?”
“Peggy came to see Branson earlier today. She offered to watch the kids anytime we need her to.”
“Yeah, we should probably wait until they’re not sick anymore though.”
Grace let out a loud cry.
“That sounded like Grace.”
“It is. Alright, I gotta go, honey. We can talk later.”
“Yeah…love you.”
“Love you more.”
“Love you infinity.”
Bucky chuckled. “I can’t beat that one…talk to you later, Madelene.”
“Bye, love you.”
“Love you too.”
Bucky hung up and slipped his phone into his back pocket. He went into Grace’s room, picking up his youngest and bouncing her in his arms, trying to get her to calm.
He tickled Grace’s stomach. Grace giggled, and Bucky laid her down on the changing table in her room.
He was only halfway through changing her diaper when his phone rang; Bucky pulled his phone out of his pocket, answered, and used his head and shoulder to keep his phone near his left ear. “Hello?”
“Good afternoon, James. It’s Jonah Connor.”
Oh, his boss. “Hey, something you need?”
“Well, this isn’t easy to say, James…”
Bucky made sure Grace’s fresh diaper was secure. “What is it, sir?”
“…I’m afraid that corporate needed someone more permanent and more reliable at all times. James, I regret to tell you that we…have to let you go.”
Bucky dropped the skirt he was trying to change Grace into. “Sir?”
“I’m sorry, James…I had no choice in the matter. I know your family is struggling right now, and I will happily give you a referral for another job-“
“I-I need to go.”
He hung up before Jonas could utter another word.
Bucky bent to pick up the skirt and quickly changed Grace into it.
They already could barely pay the house payment; they would soon have to pay for Branson’s chemotherapy.
And Bucky had just lost his job.
Bucky carried Grace into the kitchen and prepared a bottle for her, using the formula out of the cabinet and warming it in a pan.
He felt numb…drifting in a pool of nothingness.
Bucky made sure the milk was perfect and settled in a chair to feed Grace, setting a towel over his shoulder for any possible spit up.
He fed and burped his daughter as if nothing was different, as if nothing was wrong.
He set Grace down in the living room in her playpen full of toys.
“Daddy!” Mason called.
Bucky went to his son’s room as fast as he could, but he still had a mess and a child to clean up.
Bucky settled Mason back in bed, clean and changed into a new pair of comfortable pajamas. He gave Mason several small, spread-out sips of water enhanced with electrolytes, keeping him hydrated.
Mason slowly went back to sleep, and Bucky went to check on Charlotte, making sure she stayed hydrated as well.
When all kids were taken care of and all asleep except for Grace, who played in her playpen, Bucky settled in the empty kitchen, sinking down in front of one of the bottom cabinets.
The kids were taken care of…he was alone.
And knowing that, Bucky did what he didn’t want to do in front of the children he loved most.
Bucky sobbed.
@freedomwriter76
Yeah I’m good XD just feeling bad for Wanda and Yelena XD
Poor Bucky… and Branson has cancer?!!
*cries* you need to give this guy a break
You say he’s your favorite yet you’re so cruel to him
We won’t talk about how cruel I am to Wanda XD
Do me a favor…. Tell Cress I meant it
-Thorne@freedomwriter76 so far, this dystopian fanfic has been AWESOME.
Calling him “Admiral” Rumlow makes me think of the other admirals I’ve learned to love to hate and/or fear…..Rampart, Thrawn, that lot (both of those from Star Wars lol)……And Rumlow fits right in with them. Does he have all those burn scars yet?? It’d make him look much tougher…..
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