Stucky's daughter

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As I gradually awoke from my slumber, I found myself in an unfamiliar bed. Confusion filled my mind as I made my way downstairs, drawn to the voices that resonated through Clint's living room. Hesitant to interrupt, I quietly listened to their conversation, desperate to grasp the dynamics of this unfamiliar environment.

Laura's warm praise caught my attention, her words filled with kindness, "Y/n is a beautiful child!"

Steve's voice carried a note of concern as he countered, "Yes, she is, but she has a really bad behavior."

Bucky, ever the defender, interjected, "Oh, c'mon, sometimes she's really funny and nice!"

Steve nodded, acknowledging the truth in Bucky's words.

Thor extended his hand towards me, a smile gracing his face. I reciprocated the gesture, feeling a small sense of belonging amidst the tense atmosphere.

Clint called me to sit, and I obliged, finding my place between my dads. Peter, ever inquisitive, posed a question.

Peter: "Uh, question, Steve, Bucky... I mean, uh, Mr. Barnes, Mr. Rogers..."

Steve and Bucky, their voices warm and inviting, responded, "Yeah? And call us Steve and Bucky!"

Peter, emboldened by their invitation, asked, "Why can't y/n sit in the back of the car?"

Bucky, his tone tinged with sadness, began recounting a painful memory. I felt a mixture of embarrassment and vulnerability wash over me.

Bucky: "Well, when she was 2 years old, we adopted her. On the ride home, she unbuckled herself, opened the car door, and tried to jump out. Thankfully, Steve saw it in time and stopped. We found her bleeding on the street, with a few bruises, a bleeding knee, and her hands... well, she did this every time... So, yeah."

Peter's laughter rang through the room, his comment lightening the heaviness of the conversation. I averted my gaze, feeling a blush creep onto my cheeks.

Nat, ever eager for more stories, pressed for more tales from my childhood.

Steve, a hint of mischief in his voice, complied, "Of course! Well, on her first day of school, she punched a kid and declared, 'Back off, I'm their daughter!' and pointed to us. She had to change schools after that, and that's where she met Mia..."

Laura, curious to know who Mia was, interjected, "Who is Mia?"

I couldn't help but smile, my voice filled with fondness, "My best friend!"

Laura, ever welcoming, extended an invitation, "Next time, she can come too! It will be fun!"

Excitement surged within me, and I promised, "Of course, I'll text her."

As the conversation continued, my dads delved into more embarrassing stories from my past, their laughter filling the room. I pleaded for them to stop, feeling a mix of amusement and mortification.

Wanda chimed in, her voice filled with curiosity, "Come on, it's not that bad!"

Bucky, relishing the opportunity to share, recounted the story of my beloved Harry Potter blanket that I lost, leaving me devastated for weeks.

Steve added tales of my stubbornness, recounting how I refused to eat fruits until they convinced me that I wouldn't grow or attend school with Mia unless I did. The next day, I bought every fruit available and suffered a stomachache as a consequence.

My embarrassment reached new heights as they shared the story of me falling asleep in school, prompting Mia's frantic attempts to wake me, which ultimately led to a call to my dads.

Laughter filled the room, and I felt a mix of amusement and discomfort. Sensing my unease, Laura extended a kind offer.

Laura: "Y/n, do you feel better? Would you like some tea?"

I shook my head, declining the offer, but my dads insisted on my behalf. Reluctantly, I surrendered my hands to them.

Bucky: "Give me your hands!"

Y/n: "Why?!"

Steve gently held my hands, his voice filled with concern, "Please, a really hot tea. Her hands are freezing!"

Y/n: "You're so overreacting!"

Bucky, his voice laced with worry, asserted, "We aren't. We're just worried."

I sipped the tea, finding a momentary sense of comfort, and then laid down, finding solace on Bucky's lap. The weight of exhaustion overtook me, and I drifted back into sleep.

In my slumber, I mumbled, my voice filled with vulnerability, "Dad?"

Bucky, his voice soft and reassuring, responded, "Hmm?"

Y/n: "Don't go, please..."

Steve, noticing my restless state, observed, "She's talking in her sleep again, right?"

Bucky confirmed, his voice tinged with both sadness and comfort, "Mhm..."

They settled beside me, providing a sense of security as I sought solace in their presence. The room fell silent, save for the rhythmic sound of our breathing, and we drifted into a peaceful sleep, clinging to each other in the darkness.
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