Stucky's daughter

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  "Take it easy, doll," Bucky's concerned voice resonated as I struggled to stand.

"I'm fine, Dad. I think I just need to go to my room," I insisted, my voice wavering with a mixture of frustration and fatigue.

"Y/n, no, you'll stay here. We're going to eat, and you must," Bucky replied, his tone firm but laced with a hint of desperation.

"No!" I retorted, my resistance palpable as I tried to break free from their grasp.

"Please, I don't have time for this," Bucky pleaded, the weariness in his voice tugging at my heartstrings.

The debate continued, the room brimming with tension, until they decided to place me in the child seat once again. Frustration surged through me as I shouted, "Let me out!" desperately attempting to unbuckle the seat.

Tony's voice cut through the air, commanding my attention. "Eat something!" I sighed, reluctantly complying and consuming a small portion of food. Finally, they released me from the seat, but Thor intervened, gripping my arm with unwavering determination. "No," he stated firmly.

"What?" I protested, my frustration mounting.

"You're NOT going upstairs," Thor declared, his voice resonating with authority.

"You're not my dad!" I shot back defiantly.

Tony stepped forward, his eyes filled with a mix of sternness and concern. "Y/n, hey! Watch it. We're like your family."

I sighed, conceding defeat, and sank onto the couch, my energy depleted and emotions in disarray. It was in that moment that Peter entered the room, accompanied by MJ. Their presence pierced my heart, and I desperately clutched my phone, trying to conceal the tears that threatened to spill.

As they halted their affectionate display, Peter asserted, "Look, I'm not the playboy here!"

Summoning every ounce of strength, I stood and locked eyes with him, my hand connecting with his cheek in a resounding slap. "Do you know what your problem is, Peter? Huh? Just the fact that I could have anyone, and you cannot!"

Seeking solace, I retreated to the training room, attempting to lose myself in dance. But the weight of my emotions proved too heavy, and tears cascaded down my cheeks as I moved through the routine. After a brief moment, I decided to escape the watchful eyes of the Avengers and make my way outside. However, Bucky intercepted me, his grip firm but gentle, his concern evident. I sighed, unable to articulate the depth of my pain, and glanced downward.

Tears threatened to consume me, and I could no longer contain them. Desperate to find solace, I fled to my room, locking the door behind me. The sound of pounding on the door resonated through the room as Sam, Bucky, and Steve demanded entry. As I lay there with my eyes closed, gasping for breath, a suffocating darkness crept in. The sensation of imminent unconsciousness washed over me, my body starved for air.

In a desperate act, Steve managed to unlock the door, his eyes filled with concern as he rushed to my side. Sam swiftly retrieved a breathing aid, a lifeline in that moment of suffocation. I found myself sitting on Bucky's and Steve's laps, their presence offering a semblance of comfort. As the mask was placed upon my face, I resisted, seeking solace in their embrace, longing to connect on a deeper level. But Steve held the mask steadfastly while I clung to Bucky, eventually succumbing to sleep in their loving embrace.

When consciousness found me once more, I awoke atop Bucky, clinging to him as if he were my lifeline. Moments passed, and I reluctantly released my grip, lowering the mask from my face. But the cycle of resistance and compliance persisted, my emotions teetering on the edge. Bucky readjusted the mask, and I defiantly removed it, a silent expression of my struggle.

We repeated this exchange countless times until he relented, pressing my head gently against his chest. A momentary respite from the turmoil within. Attempting to free myself, I whispered, "I can't breathe if you press me against you, Dad."

He released his hold, and a glimmer of a smile graced my lips. Yet, as I glanced around, I noticed the presence of the others, including Peter. With a roll of my eyes, I scoffed at him, no longer able to suppress my contempt. Rising to my feet, I felt the weight of tears threatening to spill, but I refused to let them fall.

In that tense atmosphere, Peter approached, his anger simmering, his voice filled with resentment. "What are you thinking? Do you think you're something special?"

I stared into his eyes, my voice trembling with a mixture of sorrow and defiance. "You know what?" I whispered, tears brimming once more. "I can't do anything about it—I'm better than you. And the proof? I don't need any. It's a fact."

In a fit of rage, he lunged at me, grabbing my neck and pinning me against the wall. Instinctively, I fought back, kicking him off me and delivering a series of furious punches. The Avengers intervened, desperately trying to separate us before we spiraled into a dangerous abyss.

His voice laced with venom, Peter shouted, "I swear to God, I will kill you, just like Mia!"

Tears streamed down my face as I struggled against the grip of those holding me back. My father figures held me firmly, refusing to let me succumb to the anger that consumed me. Their unwavering strength provided a stark contrast to my own internal chaos.

As the adrenaline subsided, the weight of my actions began to settle upon my shoulders. Exhausted and defeated, they guided me downstairs, my body trembling with a mix of physical and emotional exhaustion. Peter's presence served as a constant reminder of the pain and frustration that seemed to intertwine with every interaction.

In a feeble attempt to regain control, I changed into Bucky's shirt, seeking comfort in the familiar scent that enveloped me. Yet, as I descended the stairs once more, the room felt heavy with unspoken tension. The atmosphere was fraught with the remnants of our heated exchanges, leaving me yearning for solace and understanding.

With a heaviness in my heart, I sat down, silently observing the fractured dynamics playing out before me. It was a reminder of the shattered relationships, the pain that tore at the seams of our makeshift family. The room buzzed with strained conversation, the sound filling the air like a discordant melody.

My mind wandered, consumed by thoughts of escape, of finding a place where the chaos couldn't penetrate my every thought. I longed for a respite from the constant barrage of emotions, an escape from the suffocating weight of my own existence.

As the minutes ticked by, I found myself caught in a web of indecision and vulnerability. The room seemed to close in around me, my breaths growing shallow and rapid. Desperation clawed at my chest, and I was seized by the overwhelming urge to flee. The sound of the rain tapping against the windows beckoned me, offering a temporary reprieve from the suffocating confines of the compound.

Without warning, I bolted towards the exit, propelled by a sense of urgency. The rain drenched me, its cold touch sending shivers down my spine. Steve's voice cut through the deluge, imploring me to return, warning of the dangers that awaited in the relentless downpour. Yet, I remained defiant, yearning for a taste of freedom.

In a desperate bid to bring me back, Steve closed the distance between us, wrapping his arms around me, providing a shelter from the storm. Within the confines of his embrace, the tears streamed down my face, blending with the raindrops that cascaded upon us. In that moment, I was overcome by a bittersweet mixture of sorrow and relief, my heart torn between the desire for escape and the need for belonging.

Once back inside the compound, I changed into dry clothes, slipping into the comfort of Bucky's shirt once more. A sense of weariness settled upon me, my body and mind aching from the emotional turmoil. The weight of the world seemed to press down upon my shoulders, each breath a reminder of the burdens I carried.

As I descended the stairs once more, the room was filled with a palpable sense of tension. My gaze met Peter's, the unspoken words hanging heavy between us. With a mixture of exhaustion and determination, I resolved to continue forward, navigating the complex web of emotions that bound us all