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and that’s another reason Clint doesn’t want to go back to his father, not just out of fear for himself, but bc he doesn’t want to leave Natasha😭
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Yeah… when I heard it there might have a few tears shed
Honestly the red room is like the most terrifying thing in marvel
But the more I learn about what they did with girls in Germany during WWII (like how they take girls of the perfect race in their opinion and have them… well I think you can figure out the rest) like the red room defiantly took inspiration from that and just other things
Which uhhh makes me cry more
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@smiley Yessss 😭😭
it is just horrible, horrible, HORRIBLE!!!
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@smiley also, question…I could rewrite Chapter 1 a bit again…
…do you think I should include Yelena? 😏
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Clint!!! He’s such a good friend!!!
Endgame makes me sob, Clint’s reaction is… 😭
Yesss Maria would be the best one to find her
Also an idea for Pietro is for him to like so many of them struggle with ptsd cause most people assume that Pietro struggled with that from.the bombing
(I don’t know why I always have so many ideas for this fanfic but I just do, LOL)
Yessssss I was hoping Yelena would be included, and you could defiantly add her in at first or… uhhhh you could have her still be a widow or at least working under Pierce…
Just another idea
But you do what ever you want, it is your story
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-ThorneAlso uhhh I recently found the saddest parallel in the MCU
In age of ultron at Pietro’s death you can see relief on Clint’s face when he realizes him nor the kid were hurt but then he sees Pietro and his relief fades
And in endgame everyone’s so excited that they got the stones but then they realize Natasha didn’t come back
And finally when Tony dies, Steve us happy cause they won and then he see Tony…
Like seriously the saddest marvel parallel
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WHY WOULD YOU TELL ME ABOUT THAT PARALLEL!?!? 😭😭 i’m just kidding, but stilllllllll
😭😭😭😭
I knowwwww, Clint is amazing🩷🩷
Yeah, Pietro does have PTSD too, he’s just better at hiding it/doesn’t let it affect him as much, but he has his moments…he also steals food bc he’s used to going without it and wants to care for Wanda, poor baby <3😭
OOH, you’re giving me ideas👀
I may have Yelena come in later…🤭
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*trying to hide all the spelling errors* I’m not sure why I can’t type on phone but I can’t lol
Yeahhh… I’m just a ray or sunshine today XD
Pietro!!!! Remember bow much Godly loved Perer, well Pietro and Wanda are mine (I feel like they’ve been mine for a while but still) if you hurt them you will have to speak to me
I’m just kidding, everyone knows writer’s torture their favorites, so please do what you must
I can’t wait to see her!! Yelena is the best (she’s mine too!!)
Wow I’m already sad for them and you’ve only.posted thr first chapter
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OK, so basically, and this is what I’m thinking, feel free to offer your thoughts…
At first, the orphanage/the courts only permit for Harold (Clint’s Dad) to see/have Clint on Saturdays from 9 AM to 6 PM, and probably for a couple hours on Sundays, but Nick has him the rest of the week.
But when Harold “proves” that he’s no longer drinking, gambling, etc…that’s when the court begins to think that Clint can go home, and it’s around that time that Clint begs to stay, and where Nick, Phil, and Maria have to tell him that if the courts take Harold’s side, there’s nothing they can do even tho they KNOW Harold has been an alcoholic and abuser in the past
(Clint’s loving mother perished many years before)
so yeahhh, those are some thoughts 😅
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Ok, ok…I know how protective you are of them…gotcha XD
Yelena is amazing 😂❤️❤️
I KNOWWWW, THE BABIESSSSSS 😭😭😭
(i have missed them dearly)
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Okay I love it and hate it at the same time!!!!
Also maybe you could write Clint struggling to be in his old house cause of memories of his mom and his dad
😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭
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@smiley yessssssss, I’m gonna have to do that 😭
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Oh I’m so excited for this!! I joined kp after you started the fanfic, so I didn’t get to follow along from the beginning.
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@mineralizedwritings I’m glad you’re excited!!! I am too XD @smiley
I made an Aesthetic for the family🩷🩷👀
From Left to Right:
Top Row- Nick, Phil, Maria, Thor, Loki, Sam, Tony
Middle Row- Bucky, Clint, Steve, Natasha, Bruce, Yelena
Bottom Row- Pietro, Wanda, Becca, Peter
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@mineralizedwritings @smiley ALSO……
I have 2 more chapters 🩷🩷
Chapter 2
“School starts back in a few weeks. I have to study for my pretests, brother.” Loki muttered, leaning in the backseat of a van.
“I’m glad I don’t have to worry about tests anymore.”
“That’s because you’ve already graduated, you’re twenty, and you’ve decided to not go to college.” Loki replied with a roll of his eyes.
Thor could be a nuisance, but he was his brother. Always had been…always would be. They’d been through a lot together. Their mom’s death…their father’s abandonment…their time in an orphanage for two years until Nick adopted them both.
“Are you going to get a C in math this time, brother?”
Loki groaned. “Don’t remind me, Thor.”
“Sorry, sorry,” Thor’s phone dinged, “and oh, he’s on his way out now, brother.”
“I wonder what kids he found.” Loki mused, waiting in the back of the seventeen-person van.
Loki had never understood why Nick needed such a large vehicle, but maybe it would serve some kind of purpose, even if it was just for storage. After all, there wouldn’t be too many, would there?
“Oh brother, he didn’t get a few.”
Loki set aside his calculus book and looked out the window. “What do you-oh my…eleven kids!?”
“You can count!”
“Hey!” Loki cried, but he couldn’t stop a chuckle.
Even so, what was Nick thinking bringing eleven kids home at once!?
He had often said Thor and Loki, just the two of them, had been a handful. Mostly Loki, he would always add with a playful wink.
Loki smirked. So what if he liked mischief?
Nick opened the passenger door. “I’m going to put their things in the back. Kids, get in the van please…they’re Thor and Loki.”
“Okay!” A small boy with white hair cried, rushing into the van. He plopped down beside Loki in the backseat and faced Loki with a wide grin and an outstretched hand. “Hi! I’m Pietro!”
“Loki.” He took Pietro’s hand, and Pietro shook his hand, fast.
Loki massaged his hand. “You have a lot of energy,” Loki grinned, “and I like that. Do you like mischief?”
“Loki.” Fury muttered with a small hint of a warning in his tone.
Loki chuckled. “Sorry, sorry. Oh, and who might you be?”
The girl behind Pietro pulled her tattered red jacket tighter around her body; her reddish-brown hair framed her face, partially hiding her eyes from view.
“That’s my twin, Wanda. Wanda, come on, say hi! Loki seems nice!”
Loki winked. “I won’t bite. I promise.”
A small smile turned up one edge of Wanda’s lips; she slowly shook Loki’s hand.
Pietro grinned and buckled into the seat beside Loki; Wanda took the seat on Pietro’s other side.
Nick closed the back, slipped into the passenger seat, and quickly gave names.
So many kids…so, so many. Eleven at one time. Really, really what was Nick thinking?
Loki put his earbuds into his ears. He’d listen to his favorite music while studying…maybe it’d help him retain it. Maybe.
He sighed and opened his calculus book.
He hated math. It was the worst.
“Pietro, put it back.”
“But it’s cool-!”
“I don’t care. Put it back. It’s not yours.”
Loki pulled his earbuds out of his ears. “What is-no, Pietro, put it back!”
Pietro rose an eyebrow, holding a bright yellow staff in hand. “But what is it?”
“It’s mine, and it was made for me. I thought Thor got it out of the car…anyways, that doesn’t matter. Put it back. You could hit someone and get someone hurt.”
“Yeah, Pietro, put it back.”
Loki glanced at the tall, muscular blonde standing up in the car. Steve, he was pretty sure he heard. “What are you doing out of your seat?”
“Trying to stop Pietro. You obviously didn’t notice.”
Loki rose an eyebrow at the clipped tone, gently prying the staff from Pietro’s fingers. “You don’t have to snap, you know. I understand you want to help. Now,” Loki set the staff in the back of the van, “why don’t you get back to your seat and get buckled?”
“I will. I-“
“What is going on back there?”
“Nothing-THOR, keep your eyes on the road!”
“What do you-AH!” Thor cried; he slammed on the brakes to avoid hitting another car.
Steve fell backward, his head banging against the next row of seats.
“Hang on, please hold,” Nick turned his head around, “what is going on back there?”
Loki shook his head and smiled. “Nothing, Dad, I’ve got it!”
Nick rolled his eyes, turned back around, and brought his phone back up to his ear. “-I’m back. Yes, yes…that sounds good…”
Loki leaned forward in his seat; he offered a hand to Steve.
Steve shied away from his touch.
If Loki wasn’t mistaken, there was fear in Steve’s blue eyes.
“Are you alright?”
Steve nodded, slipping back into the next row where he’d been sitting before.
Eleven kids.
Loki didn’t see how anything was going to work out.
Chapter 3
“We’re here.”
Steve looked the gray and white building up and down. It was plain, and it didn’t quite look like an ordinary home, but it also looked nothing like the houses he was used to.
Cleaner. Neater.
“Looks better than nothing.”
Steve smiled and faced his best friend. “Yeah, Bucky.”
“You keep calling him Bucky or Buck. I thought his name was James…is it not?” Nick asked, opening the back of the van with just the click of a button.
“It’s from my middle name, Buchanan. You know, James Buchanan, like the president.”
“The fifteenth president, to be exact.”
Sam grinned and gave Steve a quick, playful punch on his right arm. “There’s the history nerd we know.”
“BB,” Becca ran up and grabbed Bucky’s left hand, “is this where we’re staying?”
“Yeah, Becca, this is where we’re staying,” Bucky hoisted the eight-year-old onto his back, “do you like it?”
“Uh huh. It looks like it may be pretty on the inside! Is it pretty?”
“I don’t know if I would say pretty, but it is nice.” Thor replied with a smile, pulling bags out of the back.
“Hey, we can get those. You don’t have to.” Natasha put in, reaching for one of the bags.
“Oh, nonsense,” Loki smiled, “let us help. I believe Nick will probably be taking all of you in to meet Phil and Maria.”
“Then let’s go! I wanna see the inside!” Pietro cried, trying to rush ahead.
Wanda grabbed Steve’s arm, stopping Pietro in his tracks.
“Wanda…” Pietro whispered, almost a small whine.
“I-I want to stay here…close to Steve…”
Steve gently rubbed Wanda’s back and offered Pietro a small smile. “We have to wait, anyhow.”
“I wanna go inside too!” Peter cried, rushing over to Tony. He grabbed Tony’s hand. “Come on, Tony, let’s go!!”
“Hang on, crazy, be patient.”
“He is only six, Tony.”
“Six and a half, Steve!”
“Yeah, Steve, get it right.” Tony replied with a feigned, playful scowl.
“Soooo, are we going to go inside or what?”
“Clint.” Natasha hissed; she sent her friend a quick glare.
Nick smiled: a reaction Steve hadn’t expected. “Of course. Follow me.”
“…Are we sure this isn’t some kind of trick?” Bruce whispered, walking beside Tony.
Tony pressed a finger to his lips and shook his head, firm, silently telling Bruce to be quiet.
Steve walked slowly, making sure Wanda was with him, although she was mostly hiding herself behind his tall, muscular frame.
Nick stepped into the house; Steve and the others followed.
Sam closed the door just as a man and a woman both came around the corner.
“Eleven?!” They both cried in unison, shock registering on their faces.
“Kids, they are Phil Coulson and Maria Hill. Phil, Maria, these are the kids…Sam, Tony, Bucky, Steve, Clint, Natasha, Bruce, Wanda, Pietro, Becca, and Peter.”
“HI!” Peter cried, a gap-toothed grin spreading across his freckled face.
The man, Phil, smiled and gave Peter a wave. “Hello there, Peter.”
“Nice to meet you all,” Maria’s brown eyes fixated on Nick, “but Nick, we don’t have enough rooms for all of them. Some of them will have to share bedrooms.”
“I know,” Nick nodded, “but we’ll make it work, even if we have to add onto the house eventually.”
“Yeah, depending on how long we stay, I guess.” Tony put in.
Becca descended off of Bucky’s back and looked around the building. “I think it’s pretty. Ooh, look!” She rushed off, despite Bucky’s protests, and admired potted flowers up on one of the windowsills. “Look, pretty flowers! Wanda, Wanda, you like flowers…look!”
Wanda hid further behind Steve’s frame, clinging tighter to his arm.
“Wanda, you like flowers…Becca found some flowers.” Pietro said with a smile, motioning to the flowers.
“Don’t push her, Pietro. She’s a little…overwhelmed.” Steve replied, gentle but firm.
Pietro nodded, but his lower lip jutted out.
“Alright, who wants some lunch?” Maria asked with a smile.
“Yes, please!” Peter cried with a wide grin.
Becca jumped up and down. “Yay, lunch!”
Phil chuckled, smiled, and walked out of the room. “I guess I’ll go make a bunch of sandwiches.”
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