Stucky's daughter

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Tears streamed down my face uncontrollably as I caught sight of the syringe in Steve's hands. Panic seized my entire being, and desperate pleas escaped my lips in a flurry of desperation. "No, no, no! Please, please don't..." I sobbed, my voice filled with a raw desperation for them to understand.

Bucky held my trembling arm, his touch a fragile attempt to calm my spiraling emotions. "Hey, calm down," he whispered gently, his voice laced with concern and tenderness.

But my cries persisted, echoing through the room, drawing Sharon's attention. She entered the room, her presence only intensifying my fear and anguish. "Steve, Sharon, please, help me!" he implored, his voice filled with a mixture of despair and urgency.

In my state of distress, I couldn't bear the thought of Sharon coming near me. The mere idea of her touching me sent shivers down my spine. "No, not her! Okay, okay, do what you must, but not that... that woman!" I begged, my voice cracking with a mix of fear and anger.

The room fell into a heavy silence as my words hung in the air. But instead of acquiescing to my plea, Sharon moved towards me, attempting to hold me in her arms. Filled with a surge of instinctive self-preservation, I bit her in a desperate attempt to break free. She released me, slapping me forcefully in response to my resistance.

Bucky's voice trembled with concern as he rushed to my side, his eyes scanning my flushed face. "Sharon! Oh my god, Dolly, are you alright?" he exclaimed, his worry evident in every syllable.

I turned away from his gaze, my body shaking with a mix of fear and anger. "Leave me alone," I choked out, my voice strained and trembling.

In an instant, I fled downstairs, the eyes of everyone in the room drawn to the vivid red mark on my cheek. Loki, ever perceptive, rushed to my side, enfolding me in his arms, his presence providing a modicum of solace. I clung to him as he stroked my hair, seeking comfort in the warmth of his embrace.

A tumultuous scene unfolded before me as my dads and Sharon descended the stairs, their voices filled with heated arguments and accusations. The chaotic atmosphere only fueled my rising panic, sending me further into a state of distress.

Thor intervened, his commanding voice ringing through the tumult, silencing the discord. "Everyone, shut up now! She's scared!" he proclaimed, his words a plea for compassion and understanding.

All eyes turned toward me, their gaze heavy with concern and regret. Yet, even amidst their collective worry, I found myself succumbing to exhaustion, drifting off to sleep on Thor's comforting chest. With his gentle strength, he carried me to my dads' room, placing me gently on the bed and planting a tender kiss on my cheek before leaving.

Hours later, I awoke to the sound of my dads' footsteps approaching the room. Bucky and Steve entered, their voices hushed and laden with remorse. "Why are you so mean to her?" Bucky's voice held a mixture of hurt and frustration, his disappointment evident in his words.

Steve's response, filled with confusion and denial, only stoked Bucky's emotions further. "What? I'm not!" he protested, his voice a blend of defensiveness and confusion.

But Bucky stood firm in his conviction, unwavering in his support of me. "Of course, you are," he asserted, his voice tinged with a blend of disappointment and sadness.

Bucky lay down beside me, his touch gentle as he pressed a tender kiss against my cheek. In a tender display of love, he then turned to Steve, sharing an affectionate kiss with him. As they cuddled up beside me, I shifted in my sleep, my subconscious aware of their presence.

Bucky's whispered words brushed against my ear, carrying his heartfelt apology and love. "Dolly, if you're still awake, I'm sorry for everything. I truly am... I hate Sharon too, and I would never want to be without you. Steve is just overreacting, okay, Dolly? I love you so much, and I would never hurt you..." His voice wavered with emotion, as tears welled up in my eyes, and I held him tighter, my heart aching with a mix of pain and longing. He reassured me, urging me not to cry, as exhaustion eventually overcame me, lulling me back into a fitful sleep.

As the morning sun began to cast its gentle glow upon the room, I stirred from my slumber, hearing Bucky and Steve engaged in a soft conversation. Their chuckles filled the air, infusing the room with a fleeting moment of lightheartedness. Intrigued, I peeked through half-closed eyes, my gaze settling on the sight before me.

"Why is she cuddling with you? I was the one cuddling with her, and we fell asleep together," Bucky teased, his tone filled with affectionate amusement.

Steve chuckled softly, his voice filled with tenderness. "Well, she woke up at 4 a.m., and I was awake too. I apologized to her, and then we cuddled up... Oh, and don't forget, she's our, and JUST our, cuddle buddy," he explained, his words carrying a touch of possessiveness and adoration.

Their exchange warmed my heart, the love they shared for each other and for me intertwining like a delicate dance. With a smile on my lips, I couldn't help but interject, even with my eyes still closed, "And I love you two more than anything."

Bucky's voice carried a note of surprise as he realized I was awake. "Dolly, you're awake!" he exclaimed, his voice filled with delight.

I turned to face him, finally opening my eyes and meeting his gaze.

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