Stucky's daughter

40

"What happened?" I asked anxiously, desperate to know the truth.

Bruce filled me in on all the details, and as the memories flooded back, my heart sank. "Where's Peter?!" I exclaimed, scanning the room.

Peter stood silently in the doorway, and tears welled up in my eyes as I realized the gravity of the situation. "I'm so, so sorry, Peter..." I choked out, my voice trembling with regret.

He nodded, appearing pained, and turned to walk away. However, I couldn't let him leave without expressing my gratitude. "Thank you... for helping me," I whispered, my voice filled with sincerity.

A faint smile graced his face, and he silently continued on his path, leaving me to sigh heavily. Overwhelmed by the events unfolding around me, I couldn't help but wonder aloud, "Why am I so intricately connected to all of this?"

Bruce, understanding the need to ensure my well-being, reassured me. "We just need to make sure you're okay," he explained gently.

I nodded, appreciating his concern.

An hour passed, filled with tests and examinations. As we gathered in the kitchen, Tony's booming voice interrupted the tranquility. "Meeting now!" he commanded, urgency lacing his words.

We all filed into the meeting room, bracing ourselves for what was to come. The tension hung heavy in the air as Tony spoke up. "Okay, Y/N should become an Avenger!"

Steve vehemently disagreed, his voice firm. "Never!"

Confusion and frustration etched across my face as I challenged my father's stance. "Why not, Dad?!"

Bucky interjected, worry etched on his face. "You could get hurt!"

Trying to defend my position, I began, "Yeah, but—"

Bucky abruptly cut me off. "Ah, no buts!"

Just then, Bruce burst into the room, catching everyone's attention. "Sorry I'm late!" he apologized breathlessly.

Tony seized the moment to propose a solution. "She could help us through the computer!"

Bucky, still unsure, voiced his reservations. "I'm not sure..."

Determined to sway their opinions, I pleaded, "Come on, Dad, please!"

Steve finally relented, his voice tinged with caution. "We could try it... but you will need practice and training!"

I nodded eagerly and wrapped my arms around him in a tight embrace. "I'm so, so happy!" I exclaimed, unable to contain my joy.

Steve couldn't help but reprimand me gently. "Language," he reminded, causing everyone's attention to shift.

Embarrassed, I offered a quick apology.

As we exited the meeting room, Tony approached me with a sense of purpose. "You will become a valuable asset through this role, helping us from behind the computer," he explained, his tone filled with pride. I nodded, overwhelmed with excitement, and embraced my fathers once more.

Just as the euphoria settled in, my phone buzzed, indicating a message from Sophie, my close friend.

"Where are you?!" her text read, brimming with urgency.

I quickly replied, "I'm at home, why?"

Sophie's response was filled with frustration. "Dance practice?!"

Realization hit me like a punch in the gut, and I panicked. "Oh my god, I'm so, so sorry."

"Why aren't you here?!" Sophie's reply dripped with disappointment.

Feeling genuinely unwell, I responded, "I'm not feeling good..."

Accusing me of lying, Sophie abruptly hung up, leaving me devastated. I rushed to my fathers and pleaded, "I'm sorry, but I must go!"

Steve's concern was evident as he inquired, "Where to?"

"To a friend's place!" I exclaimed, my voice desperate.

Bucky interjected, refusing to let me leave. "No!"

With a heavy heart, I apologized once more. "I'm so sorry!"

And with that, I ran out, tears streaming down my face.

Arriving at Sophie's, I was met with her anger and rejection. "We aren't friends anymore. I don't even understand how Mia could be friends with you!" Her words cut deep, and I fled, crying uncontrollably.

I ran until exhaustion overtook me, collapsing on my knees at Mia's gravesite. An hour passed in a haze of grief before I mustered the strength to return to the compound.

Bucky caught sight of me and grabbed my arm, pulling me into the living room. The intensity in Steve's voice was palpable as he demanded, "Where the fuck were you?!"

I averted my gaze, my body flinching in fear.

Unwilling to accept my avoidance, Bucky seized my face, forcing me to meet their eyes. They bombarded me with questions for what felt like an eternity, but I remained silent, unable to find my voice amidst the overwhelming emotions.

The entire room watched, their eyes fixated on our confrontation. Steve's anger escalated as he shouted once more, "I'm gonna ask this for the last time... Where the fuck were you?!"

Tears cascaded down my cheeks, falling silently to the floor as I stared at them, unable to articulate the truth buried within.

Infuriated by my continued silence, Bucky released his grip on me, and I seized the opportunity to escape. I fled once more, running until I found myself by the lake where Mia had tragically passed away. There, in the depths of my sorrow, I wept.

Suddenly, voices reached my ears, and I recognized Bucky's commanding tone. "Come to me right now!" he barked, still enraged by my second attempt to flee.

I contemplated walking away, but Steve emerged from the opposite direction, grabbing my arm and forcefully guiding me back to the compound.

Fearful of Bucky's anger, I struggled, kicking and resisting their hold until Steve had no choice but to lift me into his arms. The weight of my despair remained, overshadowed by my terror of facing Bucky.

We entered the compound, and Steve deposited me in my room. Exhausted and emotionally drained, I cried myself to sleep, tears continuing to stain my cheeks even in slumber.

Steve, his heart heavy with concern, gently lifted me from the ground and tucked me into bed. As I slept, my tears continued to flow, reflecting the pain and turmoil that engulfed my soul.