Stucky's daughter

4

Mia's cheerful voice greeted me as we met up.

Mia: "Omg, hiiiii, girl!"

I reciprocated the enthusiasm, giving her a warm hug.

We spent the day exploring various shopping centers, exchanging stories and catching up on each other's lives.

Mia: "I don't want to go to school tomorrow."

She said while enjoying her ice cream. I confided in her about the issues I was facing with the group chats, and she provided comforting words of support.

As the day drew to a close, I bid Mia farewell with another hug before heading home.

Upon arriving home, I shared everything with my dads, though I chose not to disclose the details about the group chats, knowing they would likely overreact.

After a satisfying meal, we settled down on the couch, cuddling up together as we watched a movie.

When the movie concluded, mischievousness got the better of me. I stood up, deliberately stepping onto the couch, well aware that my dads disliked it.

Just as I was about to walk away, my dads playfully seized me, launching into a tickle attack. Despite my protests for them to stop, laughter filled the room.

After a while, I pleaded for them to end the tickling session, and they obliged. I took the opportunity to retreat to the bathroom for a change of clothes. Once done, I leaped onto my bed, fully aware that Steve disapproved of such antics. His pleading voice reached my ears, urging me to lay down and cease my playful behavior.

Meanwhile, Bucky made his way to the speaker box and cranked up some music. The living room transformed into a dance floor, and we embarked on a lively karaoke night. It became one of the most memorable and joyful days of my life. Eventually, fatigue set in, and as I laid down, my dads gave me kisses and bid me goodnight, reciprocating the affection before I drifted off into a peaceful slumber.

The following morning marked the start of another school day. I roused myself at 6 am and prepared for the day ahead.

Upon reaching school, I stepped out of the car and bid farewell to my dads. Spotting Mia at the entrance, I hurried toward her, engulfing her in a tight hug. However, our moment of connection was disrupted as paper balls were hurled at me. Flash, a classmate, was responsible for this juvenile act.

I tried to brush off the incident, determined not to let it ruin my day. But during physical education class, Flash grabbed me by the waist, his words dripping with a condescending tone.

Flash: "Do you know what happens to girls with bad behavior?"

He smirked, expecting a reaction. Rolling my eyes, I attempted to walk away, only for him to tighten his grip. Fueled by frustration, I swiftly retaliated, landing a punch that left him with a broken nose.

A teacher intervened, his voice raised in reprimand, and I was instructed to head to the principal's office. Fifteen minutes later, my dads arrived, ready to address the situation.

However, instead of understanding, their initial conversation took an unexpected turn. Steve, in a state of anger, grabbed hold of me and suggested that he should escort me to the car.

Nodding in agreement, they conveyed their disappointment. It was clear that my actions had upset them, and their intention was to discuss the matter further once we were home. My anger, however, reached its boiling point.

With frustration bubbling inside me, I couldn't contain my emotions any longer. I screamed in defiance, telling them to leave me alone, and ran off.

Steve's voice echoed in the air, challenging me to return. I  turned around for a split second but quickly resumed my sprint, determined to put distance between us. After a relentless chase, my breath grew ragged, and I found myself gasping for air in an alley. Trying to keep my presence concealed, I huddled in the shadows, hoping to evade Steve's pursuit. But he spotted me and swiftly closed the gap, his grip firm as he led me back to the car where Bucky awaited.

Steve's voice carried a mix of concern and frustration as he spoke:

Steve: "What was that, huh?"

I let out a heavy sigh, a mix of frustration and weariness, before responding.

Me: "Flash?! He grabbed me, so I punched him, okay?"

Steve shook his head in disappointment, his tone heavy with disappointment.

Steve: "You can't resort to violence, Y/n. We will discuss this when we get home."

Filled with a surge of anger, I couldn't contain my pent-up frustration any longer. I screamed, the words laced with defiance and rebellion.

Me: "Just leave me the fuck alone, okay?!"

As I turned on my heels, preparing to storm off once more, Steve's voice boomed, demanding my attention.

Steve: "Y/NNNN, come back! I dare you!"

My heart pounded in my chest, conflicting emotions battling within me. Yet, I pushed forward, my legs propelling me farther away from their disappointed gazes.

After what felt like an eternity, I stumbled upon a group of familiar faces. It was the Avengers. With a sarcastic tone, I couldn't help but let my frustration show.

Me: "Wow, my dads are really overreacting!"

I rolled my eyes, skeptical of the Avengers' involvement in my current predicament. They swiftly took me to their compound, my resistance evident as I kicked and struggled against Thor's grasp.

Upon arriving at the compound, I caught a glimpse of my dads. Fear and uncertainty flickered in my eyes, though I refused to let them see it. With a dash of skepticism, I voiced my doubts.

Me: "Really? The Avengers?"

Their gaze met mine, a mix of concern and determination. Steve took hold of me, expressing his gratitude before leading me away.

As we finally returned home, an air of anger filled the room. Frustrated and overwhelmed, I sought refuge in the bathroom, locking the door. However, my solitude was short-lived as Bucky's voice echoed through the walls, filled with urgency and frustration.

Bucky: "Open the fucking door, Y/NNNN!"

Fear gripped me, and I reluctantly complied, opening the door. Bucky seized me, his determination unyielding, and I found myself under the relentless assault of a cold shower. Despite my resistance, his strength prevailed.

After what felt like an eternity, I managed to escape the icy onslaught. Both my dads were still enveloped in anger, their disappointment palpable. I quickly changed into dry clothes, yearning for a moment of solace. In my desperation, I searched for my phone, only to find Steve entering the room, phone in hand, his tone firm.

Steve: "Are you searching for this? Well, you won't have it for the next two weeks!"

The weight of his words crashed over me, realization sinking in. My actions had consequences, and my freedom had been temporarily revoked. I stood there, looking down at the floor, a mixture of regret and frustration swirling within me.