Stucky's daughter

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After we stopped I just looked at the ground and asked:„why does he love Morgan more than me?"

Bucky chuckled at my question and teasingly replied, "One, he doesn't love Morgan more than you. And two, are you feeling jealous?" I nodded, acknowledging my feelings, and he rose to his feet. I attempted to stand as well, but the pain in my legs persisted. Concern etched on his face, Bucky lifted me into his arms. Just then, Steve entered the room, uttering an apology, "I'm so, so, so sorry, missy. I love you more than anything. I'll never let you go. I'm just being nice to Morgan because she's a little kid, okay?"

I nodded, accepting his explanation, and he embraced me. I noticed that he held the drawing I had made of him, and a smile gradually spread across my face. Steve noticed, pinching my cheek playfully. A chuckle escaped my lips, and he gently set me down on the cold floor. My legs trembled, unable to support my weight, prompting him to scoop me up once more. Descending the stairs, he placed me on the ground.

As time passed, the pain in my legs subsided, and I felt an urge to go dancing. However, Steve intervened, stating, "Y/n, we still need to talk." I inquired if the others should be present as well. Bucky affirmed, stating, "They're like your family." Reluctantly, I settled down, bracing myself for the conversation ahead.

"New rules, young lady!" Tony announced firmly, capturing my attention. Sighing audibly, I gazed off with a touch of annoyance.

You won't go anywhere alone!
Your phone will stay here overnight.
No swearing in this house.
You will respect all of us.
We will search your phone every week.
If you misbehave, get into fights, or break rules at school, there will be consequences.
You will resume training.
Reading will be a daily requirement.
Cold showers and the timeout bench will be utilized if needed – and you're well aware of that.
If you break more than five rules, you'll be confined to the cell downstairs.
I sighed again, acknowledging that resistance was futile. Accepting my fate, I trudged downstairs and trained for two hours, only to find myself overcome by exhaustion, collapsing to the ground and drifting off to sleep.

Sam descended the stairs, discovering me in a slumber. Tenderly, he scooped me up, carrying me to my room. In my semi-conscious state, I held onto him tightly, unwilling to let go.

When I awoke two hours later, Sam was nowhere to be found. A sudden realization struck me—I hadn't released him from my grasp. Racing downstairs, I grabbed a glass of water. As I turned around, I locked eyes with Bucky and Steve.

Anxiety coursed through me, and I stammered, "I'm sorry, I was just thirsty..."

Tony swiftly grabbed my phone, causing frustration to well up within me. "Really?" I retorted, a touch of defiance in my voice.

"Mhm, you should sleep," Tony responded sternly.

Mockingly, I replied, "Like you do, right?"

His voice barely above a whisper, he quietly shouted, "Go upstairs now!"

Resigned to my fate, I uttered a begrudging "fineeee!" before dashing up the stairs. Tony despised running, so he admonished me, "Don't run!" My feet pounded against the stairs until I reached my room, collapsing on the bed. After a few minutes, sleep enveloped me.

The following morning, I yawned and changed into an ensemble I rarely wore—a tank top, blazer, and tight jeans. Mia had always insisted that I looked good in it. Descending the stairs, ready to head to school, Clint couldn't help but question, "What are you wearing?"

Brushing off his inquiry, I responded curtly, "Sorry, but that's none of your business." My response echoed throughout the room, and I swiftly turned on my heel, making my exit.

Peter caught up to me outside the school, laughing at the situation. Throughout the day, all eyes followed me, their curious gazes lingering. Flash took it upon himself to cross a line, touching my backside. A gasp escaped my lips, and the impulse to strike him surged within me, but Peter restrained me. Flash's friends held me in place, allowing him to pummel me relentlessly. My strength waned, and Peter could do little to intervene.

When the school day concluded, we returned home. I turned to Peter, issuing a stern warning, "If you say anything to anyone, I swear to God, I will kill you." He nodded in silent agreement. Once inside, I dashed upstairs, hurriedly applying makeup to conceal the bruises, before changing into a shirt and shorts.

Returning downstairs, Tony's voice rang out, "Don't run!" I finished running and replied with a hint of annoyance, "Yeah, yeah." Bucky approached me, his curiosity piqued, and inquired, "What are you wearing?"

Meeting his gaze, then glancing down at the shirt, I confessed, "I'm sorry, but I took your shirt and paired it with my shorts..." He laughed, putting me at ease. "It's winter, though. You can't wear that," he pointed out.

With a resigned sigh, I replied, "I promise I'll change when we go out."

He chuckled softly, gently brushing my hair back. We sat down to eat, and as I absentmindedly scrolled through my phone, I noticed a message from Flash. He gloated, "That was fun. Tomorrow again!" In response, I promptly blocked him and joined the others in the kitchen, sitting on Steve's lap, seeking solace in his presence.