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Supernatural the Series (1)

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chapter warnings: canon level violence, some swearing

Chapter One: The Magnificent Seven

"Vampires," you sighed to yourself, unceremoniously sheathing your favorite machete and tossing it in the back of your '86 Ford truck.

Another successful hunt for the books: you killed the entire nest of vamps terrorizing the small village, saved three young girls who were about to be their dinner, and cleaned up and packed up before the real law enforcement arrived.

Just as you started your car, ready to leave the town in your rearview, one of the phones in your glove compartment started to ring. You fished through to find the source of the sound. Odd, it wasn't one you normally gave out the number to…unless of course you were contacting a fellow hunter.

"Agent Harvey," you answered, using the alias you had been using on the just completed hunt, as a precaution.

"Y/N, it's me," the person on the other end replied.

"Bobby?" you questioned.

"The one and only. Damn if it isn't good to hear your voice."

Bobby Singer - what could you say about Bobby Singer?

You grew up only a few miles down the road from his scrap yard in Sioux Falls, South Dakota.

Although some, even within your own tightly knit town, wrote him off and a cranky old drunk, you knew the truth. When you were young, your mother used to invite him over for dinner every other Sunday after his wife passed away. She didn't want to see him lonely, as she had told you once.

You, of course, agreed. You loved his company. He even taught you how to play poker. Not to mention, your father was always on his best behavior when Bobby was in the house.

When your parents died…the way they died, Bobby was there for you. A shoulder to cry on. He was able to supply the answers you so desperately needed about what you had seen that night. He taught you everything you knew about hunting. You owed him your life.

"It's been a while," you smiled.

"I know it has," Bobby replied, "and I'm sorry for that, but this call isn't just to catch up," he sighed, "I hate to do this, but I need your help."

As you said, you owed Bobby your life. Long time between chats or not, there's nothing you wouldn't do for him.

"Tell me when and where," you said, zero hesitation in your voice.

The Winchester brothers: you'd heard their names through Bobby and your other hunter friends and contacts, but never had the pleasure of meeting Sam and Dean in person. And now? Somehow the two idiots had managed to open a literal gate to hell!

You had a few choice words for them when you did meet, that was for sure.

Pulling up to Bobby's house, you got out of the car and slammed your door, making your way up the dirty path. The door was unlocked, so you let yourself in.

"Bobby?" you called out when you saw no one inside.

"Bobby? I'm here. Where is everyone?"

Suddenly, you felt a pair of eyes on you. Instinctively, you unholstered your gun, turning to face the intruder with your weapon pointed at him.

You were met with a pair of beautiful green eyes…and the barrel of a gun pointed at you from across the room.

"Drop your weapon," you warned him.

"You first, Sweetheart," he smirked, his gravely voice didn't make up for his tone of disgust.

"Who are you?" you asked, cocking your weapon.

"Could ask you the same."

Demons on the loose everywhere and a man you'd never seen before in Bobby's house, no way were you answering any of his questions until he answered yours.

Putting the safety back on your gun, you set it aside and put your hands up seemingly in surrender.

The strange man did the same as a show of good will, but you were two steps ahead of him, bolting across the room and kicking his legs to and punching him so he fell on his back, but he was quick too. He kicked your legs from where he laid on the floor so you fell on top of him, chest to chest and breathing heavily.

You quickly reached into your jacket pocket, pulling out your vial of holy water and splashing him in the face. You were shocked when he didn't writhe and sizzle in pain. "What the hell?" he asked, taken aback.

That's when the door opened.

"What in the hell is going on in here?" a familiar voice asked.

"Bobby, who is this?" you both said in unison as Bobby entered the house with a taller man in tow.

Bobby sighed, "Dean Winchester, meet Y/N L/N. Y/N, Dean."

"So you're not a demon?" you questioned, surprise in your voice, as you still straddled Dean's chest.

"A dem- no I'm not a demon! You're not a demon?"

You laughed, "I think there's been a slight misunderstanding here," you said, getting up and then offering your hand to help Dean from the floor.

He ignored your gesture, helping himself up, "You don't say," he sneered, wiping the water from his face with the back of his hand, "You know if you wanted to get on top of me, all you had to do was ask, Sweetheart."

"In your dreams, Pretty Boy," you sneered back.

Making your way over to Bobby, you embraced him tightly. When you pulled away, you looked to the man standing behind him.

"That must make you Sam," you offered your hand for him to shake, which he accepted, smiling.

"Good to meet you, Y/N, Bobby's told us a lot about you," Sam said kindly.

"Believe his words were: 'one of the best damn hunters I've ever worked with'," Dean said, slightly mocking Bobby's accent.

Bobby glared at him, "Well, she is. I mean she kicked your ass."

You smiled and Sam laughed, "It is good to see you, Bobby," you said.

Dean rolled his eyes. This was a battle he was not going to win.

"The seven deadly sins?" you questioned.

Bobby nodded solemnly.

"Who's in the basement?" you asked, hearing the screams that rattled the whole house.

"That would be Envy," Sam answered.

"And Tamera," Bobby sighed, "Isaac didn't make it."

Suddenly, the screams stopped and a gust of wind blew out the candles in the room.

Tamera entered, slamming the door behind her, "Demon's out of the guy," she nodded coldly.

You stood up from where you sat to embrace your old friend tightly out of sympathy.

"And the guy?" Sam asked.

Tamera hugged you back, but stated plainly, "He didn't make it."

"I don't think we're gonna have to worry about hunting them," Bobby changed the subject.

"What does that mean?" Sam asked.

"They're gonna be hunting us," you finished Bobby's thought.

Bobby nodded, adding, "And they're not gonna quit easy."

"You guys, you go, head for the hills. I'll stay back, slow them down, buy you a little time," Dean suggested.

"You're insane, Dean. Just forget about it, okay?" Sam pleaded.

"Sam's right," Bobby contributed.

"There's six of them, guys. We're outmanned, we're outgunned. We'll be dead by dawn," Dean pointed out.

"Maybe, but … there's no place to run that they won't find us," you argued.

"Look, if we're going down, we're going down together, all right?" Sam said.

Dean sighed, "Well let's not make it easy for them."

Later, you and Dean were seated on the floor with a row of candles behind you, loading your shotguns. Sam stood across the room filling flasks with holy water when, suddenly, the lights began to flicker and the radio roared to life.

You and Dean cocked your shotguns, standing, "Here we go."

"Tamera!" you cringed at the all too familiar voice calling for your friend.

Tamera ran to the door from where she was positioned in the next room when she heard him.

"Tamera! Tamera! Help me please."

"Tamera," you warned her as she fought every urge telling her to swing that door open.

"Tamera! I got away, but I'm hurt bad. I need help!"

"It's not him!" you reminded her, as she reached for the door handle, "It's one of those demons possessing his corpse." You all flinched when 'Isaac began pounding on the door.

"Tamera!" he shouted again, "Baby! Why won't you let me in? You left me behind back there. How could you do that? We swore…at that lake in Michigan. Remember? We swore we would never leave each other!"

Tamera began to sob, turning to you, "How could he know that?"

"Steady Tamera. Steady…" Bobby pleaded.

"You just gonna leave me out here? You just gonna let me die?! I guess that's what you do, dear! Like that night those things came to our house…came …for our daughter! You just let her die, too."

That was it, she had enough. Screaming, Tamera pushed the door open, breaking the salt line.

"You're not Issac!" she screamed, plunging her weapon into his chest which caused the demon inside him to sizzle in pain before dying.

However, Tamera's actions caused the salt line in front of the door to beak and let multiple demons enter the house.

"Fat, drunk, and stupid is no way to go through life, son," you heard Bobby say to the demon you assumed was Sloth before her led him into a Devil's trap and began to exorcize him.

Meanwhile, you and Dean were cornered by another demon at the end of the hallway, but together you led her into the bathroom.

"I suppose you're Lust," Dean said to the demon who had you both cornered, "Baby, I'm whatever you want me to be," she spoke to him in a sultry voice before turning to you, "I could even be her…the Lust is practically dripping off you. What do you say I possess her and you and I have some fun," she smirked.

Ignoring Lust's comments about you and Dean, deciding she was just trying to get in your heads, you spoke, "Nice try, bitch. Anti-possession," you said showing off your necklace charm.

Dean looked impressed and Lust looked angry. With a flick of her wrist she sent you flying across the room, causing you to hit your head on the sink, knocking you out.

Satisfied that you were unconscious, Lust made her way closer to Dean.

"Yeah, all right, just stay back," he spoke.

"Or what?" she asked, smirking.

"Good point."

She laughed an airy laugh, "I'm not gonna hurt you – not yet. Not unless you want me to."

Running a hand along his shoulder, he looked down at her before falling into her embrace and kissing passionately.

Upstairs, another demon kicked a door in clean off it's hinges and across the room towards Sam.

"Here's Johnny!" the demon in the business suit spoke.

The demon confidently made his way over to Sam when the younger Winchester backed up, but quickly stopped, noticing the Devil's trap on the ceiling,

The demon smirked, "Come on. You really think something like that is gonna fool someone like me? I mean, me?"

"Let me guess – you're Pride," Sam stated.

Pride grinned, before turning his hand towards the ceiling causing a crack to form and destroying the symbol that would trap the demon.

Pried hummed, "The root of all sin. And you … are Sam Winchester. That's right, I've heard of you. We've all heard of you. The prodigy. The boy king. Looking at you now, I got to tell you – don't believe the hype. You think i'm gonna bow to a cut-rate, piss-poor human like you? I have my pride, after all. And now with your yellow-eyed friend dead, I guess I don't really have to do a damn thing, now do I? You're fair game now, boy, and it's open season." Nervously, Sam listened to Pride's speech with nowhere to run.

In the bathroom, you suddenly came to. Seeing the older Winchester and Lust together, you formulated a plan. As the couple began to back up towards the wall closest to the tub - which you knew was full of holy water - you quickly and quietly stood up and made your way over to them. Dean's back hit the wall first, but just as he was about to turn Lust around so she was pinned instead of him, you kicked her legs out from under her, grabbing her and dropping he face first into the tub. As she screamed in agony you began to exorcise her.

When the job was done, you tunred to Dean, "Seriously, Winchester," you reprimanded him as he wiped the kiss off his mouth.

"What? I had a plan!" he insisted.

"Right," you rolled your eyes.

"We make a pretty good team, don't we, Sweetheart," he flirted.

"In your dreams, Pretty Boy," you spoke as you helped the unconsious and now innocent woman out of the tub.

"Oh, yes, you will be," he mumbled under his breath so you couldn't hear him. Good thing you didn't too because you probably would've punched the smug grin off his face if you had.

Back upstairs, Pride had knocked Sam to the ground as was beginning to strangle him. Sam saw no way out when, suddenly, a mysterious young woman appeared in the doorway. Pulling out a knife that had been strapped to her, she plunged it into the back of Pride, causing his lifeless body to crumple to the floor.

Sam caught his breath in shock, but before he could ask any questions, two other demons appeared behind the myseterious woman.

"You!" one of the new demons shouted.

The woman turned to the demon who had addressed her and immediately slit its throat. The second one, punched the woman twice, causing her to fall backwards, but Sam had already gotten up, pushing the demon onto the woman and consequently onto her knife.

With all three threats eliminated, Sam turned to the woman, panting, "Who the hell are you?"

"I'm the girl who just saved your ass," she stated plainly.

"Well, I just saved yours, too," Sam argued. The woman half heartily laughed, "See you around, Sam.

"Wait!" Sam protested, but it was too late, she had made her way out of the room and just like that was gone.

The next morning, Sam and Dean were piling the corpses of the demons that didn't survive into a shallow pit before pouring salt and fuel over them.

Across the yard, you, Tamera, and Bobby stood in front of Isaac's funeral pyre.

"Think she's gonna be all right?" Sam asked, refering to Tamera.

"No. Definitely not," Dean stated.

You and Bobby made your way over to Sam and Dean, deciding to give Tamera some time alone to grieve.

"Well, Bobby, you look like hell warmed over," Dean insulted the man.

"You try exorcising all night and see how you feel," Bobby defended himself.

"Any survivors?" Sam asked, changing the subject.

"Well, the pretty girl and the heavy guy, they'll make it. Lifetime of therapy bills ahead, but, still…"

"That's more than you can say for these poor bastards," you motioned to the bodies Sam and Dean had been burying.

"I cant stop thinking about that knife – what kind of blade can kill a demon?" Sam questioned to the group.

"Yesterday, I would have said there was no such thing," Bobby answered, causing you to nod your head in agreement.

"I'm just gonna ask it again – who was that masked chick? Actually, the more troubling question would be, how come a girl can fight better than you?" Dean asked.

Sam laughed, "Could ask the same of you," referring to the fact that you saved Dean's ass with Lust.

As you chuckled, Dean slapped his brother on the shoulder, "I had a plan, man."

"Yeah right," you, Sam, and Bobby scoffed in unison, causing Dean to roll his eyes in frustration.

Deciding to take pity on Dean, you changed the subject, "Yeah, well, if you really want a troubling question, I got one for you." "What's that?" Dean asked, appreciating the subject change.

"If you two let out the seven deadly sins, what else did you let out?" you asked.

There was a heavy pause that hung over your group before Dean spoke again, "You're right. That is troubling."

Bobby lit a match and tossed it in the pyre, deciding that would have to be a question you all answered later. After all, today you had won. Today you could rest.

"See you gents around," Tamera addressed the boys as she prepared to leave before turning to you, "Y/N," she weakly smiled.

You nodded solemnly, embracing her, "You call if you ever need anything. Friend or hunting parter alike, promise?"

She smiled, holding up her pinky for you to shake, effectively sealing the promise.

As Tamera, gathered her bags and began to walk out the door Bobby stopped her one final time, "Tamera? The world just got a lot scarier. Be careful."

"You too," she said simply before getting in her car and driving off.

"I guess that means I'm off too," you stated.

"Not going to stick around?" Sam asked.

"I'm needed elsewhere for now, but," you turned to Bobby. "you have my number if you ever need anything and I mean anything."

Bobby nodded, and you turned back to the group as a whole, "See you around boys. Try not to get into too much trouble while I'm gone."

"We make no promises, Sweetheart," Dean smirked.

You smirked too, before Bobby opened you car door for you and you sped off.

With you out of sight, both Bobby and Sam turned to Dean, smiles on their faces.

"What?" Dean asked, clueless.

Sam laughed, playfully smacking his brother on the head, "Let's go, Sweetheart," he mocked Dean.

"See you later, Pretty Boy," Bobby then fired.

"Shut up," Dean said, not amused, "Let's go, Sammy. We've got work to do."

Laughing, Sam followed Dean to the impala and the two brothers drove away, leaving Bobby still laughing outside the house.

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Supernatural the Series (Masterlist)

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Y/N L/N

Warnings: some angst, graphic descriptions of violence, mentions of ptsd, swearing, smut

You were one of the best damn hunters Bobby Singer had ever met, and he'd met the famous Winchester brothers. So, naturally, when the boys accidentally opened the literal gate to hell, he called you in for help dealing with the fallout. Who knew you would end up joining the brothers for many more cases to come...

Chapter One: The Magnificent Seven

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We're Both Out of Time (3)

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chapter warnings: mild angst, but also happiness and reunions!!

Chapter Three: Y/N Stark Y/N Barnes Y/N Rogers

"Ma'am you need to step back-"

"Or what? What are you going to do to me?"

"Ma'am, please don't make me call-"

"Who? The Avengers? That's what I'm asking you to do, don't you understand?" you read the security guard's name tag, "Harold."

"My friends call me Happy."

"Well Harold I'm asking you to call them, otherwise I'll go up there myself."

"Ma'am I'll have to ask you not to do that," he stated, extending his arm out to block you from the elevator entrance.

"You know I remember you, right? How could I forget Uncle Happy? You would always sneak me an extra scoop of ice cream when my dad wasn't looking," you half heartily laughed.

"Listen, I don't know who you think you are, but-"

"How rude of me! I didn't reintroduce myself. Name's Y/N. Y/N Rogers. Of course you knew me as Y/N Stark. I also went by Y/N Barnes for a while there..." you trailed off.

"Y/N?" he questioned, near tears.

"Hey Uncle Happy," you smiled.

Happy pulled you into a deep hug, "It's so good to see you."

"You believe me? Just like that?" you questioned, pulling away from the hug though your uncle still kept you close.

Happy reached up to dry the tears you hadn't realized you has shed, "I don't know how any of this is possible," he said, "but you look so much like your dad."

Now you cried, falling into Happy's arms once again. It was so good to be held by him after all these years.

"Friday, call everyone. Get everyone down here now!"

"Yes, Mr. Hogan," Friday replied.

---

Natasha Romanoff arrived first, followed quickly by a rapidly recovering Clint Barton.

"Hey Happy, we were just about to go grab some breakfast, is everything okay?" Natasha began, before seeing you, "Who's this?"

You smiled, "Natasha I take it?"

"You know my name it's only fair I know yours," she smiled coldly. You didn't blame her. After all, she was a spy. She didn't like not knowing things.

"I'm-"

"Y/N?"

You were cut off my a voice you'd recognize anywhere. You turned your head to see the owner of said voice, "Hey Stevie," you cried.

You know those cheesy rom coms where the two main characters are reunited after not being together for a long time? They run towards each other at full speed, but everything seems like it's moving in slow motion? Well this was like that. Except it was happening to you in real time.

When your and Steve's bodies collided you simply embraced each other, falling to the ground. He sobbed, you sobbed. He kissed your cheek and whispered, "You're here. I thought you were dead. I thought I'd lost you."

"I know, baby," you said, drying his tears with the pads of your fingers, "I'll explain everything I promise, but for now I need to see-"

"Who's that?" you heard his voice before you saw his face. Honestly, he looked terrible. Probably barley eaten in weeks. He definitely hadn't slept aside from the quick nod-off here and there.

Steve helped you to your feet, but before you could address your father, he spoke, "Nat, Clint, Thor, Tony, Bruce...this is Y/N...this is my wife."

You offered a small awkward wave towards the Avengers, all of whom had to pick up their jaws from the floor...all except your dad.

"Did you say?"

"Y/N, I know," Steve said, "I thought the same thing when I met your daughter, but it's not possible I mean-"

"Actually," you cut him off, looking to Steve apologetically, "I may or may not have left out some details about my past," you said, squeezing his hand and looking to Happy for support. Happy nodded, encouraging you to go on.

"Are you saying?" Tony spoke, taking a step forward. You let go of Steve's hand and met your father in the middle of the room, "Hey dad," you smiled.

Tony immediately broke down, embracing you and kissing your forehead. You cried too. After all, you never thought you'd see him again and you had so much to tell him. To tell both of them.

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Any plans made for the day went forgotten as four out of the six Avengers sat in uncomfortable, rather uncertain silence in the living room outside Tony and Bruce's lab. Although they could see through the glass into the room that held you and their two teammates, the soundproofing was enough to keep them at bay. Your privacy didn't satisfy their curiosity, however.

Eventually, the silence was broken by the ding of the elevator and the doors sliding open.

Thor, Bruce, Natasha, and Clint sat on the edge of their seats, anticipating who could walk in next and make an earth shattering reappearance, but it was just Happy who had come to check in.

"Don't look so disappointed, guys," Happy half heartily laughed, trying to lighten the mood.

"Sorry," they grumbled almost in unison.

"Any updates?" Happy asked, unable to contain his own curiosity.

Clint shook his head no, "They've been in there for so long, I wonder what they're even saying to each other."

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"You know they're all staring at us, right?" you asked the room, referring to the four Avengers and now Happy who sat outside the lab.

Your father ignored your question, "Capsicle here woke up months ago. If you were on the same plane why didn't you come find me - come find us sooner?"

Before you could answer, Steve cut in, "How did you even survive the crash? I know I did because of the serum, but you - you're not a super solider."

"And how did you even fall into Steve's time in the first place?"

"How about why didn't you tell me who you really were?"

"Or why -"

"Guys! One question at a time!" you shouted, but you were only met with blank looks. You sighed, "Look I know I owe you - both of you - a ton of answers, but for any of this to make sense, I have to start at the beginning."

Tony took a seat, "I'm all ears."

Steve nodded, sitting next to him, "Whenever you're ready."

You sighed again, beginning your tale, "I don't remember that day, you know? You told me I was shot...disappeared in a cloud of green, but all I remember is the night before. You were tucking me into bed," you smiled, gesturing to your father, "I was thinking about what I should wear to meet your friends of all things. I never thought my life could change so quickly."

When you woke up out of time you didn't recognize Steve, how could you? You had only ever seen pictures of a fully grown Steve Rogers. Even then, you were too young to truly understand who he was. You only knew him as Captain America, one of daddy's Avenger friends. How would you have pieced all of this together at such a young age?

Of course, you did eventually figure it out. As Steve grew up, you with him, he began to look more and more like those pictures you had seen hanging up in the house. That one from the first Christmas after the Battle of New York. The one where he was (probably forced to be) wearing a reindeer antler headband and smiling a carefree smile. Although he was most likely anything but carefree.

Then came the serum. You'd fall in love with Steve Rogers time and time again serum or no serum, but damn if that wasn't just a fun bonus. The confidence, the muscles, even the -

"You're getting off topic," Tony cut you off while rubbing his temples as if to clear an image from his brain.

Steve just blushed and you cleared your throat continuing, "Sorry..."

When Steve became Captain America, you knew it wasn't long before your stories or destinies...well call it what you want: you knew it wasn't going to be long before you were ripped apart. Taken on your own journeys down your own paths. Part of you did hope your presence would disrupt the timeline enough to keep you together even if it meant he was never chosen for the super solider program. You could grow old together, but fate had other plans.

Steve was meant for greatness. He was meant to get his second chance to be a real life superhero. You loved him too much to take that away from him. You had to let him fight those battles...even crash that plane.

You knew what he would've said, the he'd of chosen you over all the glory that came with being a super hero in another time...over his second chance, but you wouldn't force him to make that decision. No, you'd never give him the option whether he deserved it or not.

Steve woke up first when the plane was eventually found. At the time, it didn't look like you were going to make it. So Nick Fury, being Nick Fury and not wanting to give Steve false hope, told him you were dead. After all, it was only a matter of time before you were.

You woke up in the aftermath of The Battle of New York, shocking every doctor and nurse tending to you. Director Fury took a jet to the hospital you were being held at the second he got the call. He had to see it with is own eyes to believe it.

But there you were: healthy as ever...young as ever. The ice paused your aging just like it had Steve's. Everyone, including you, was perplexed. How could you have lived? You weren't a superhuman.

Nick Fury wanted to study you. He ran test after test trying to get to the bottom of why you lived.

Of course, they all came up with the same result.

"I'm pregnant," you said, "Somehow the serum running through this baby's veins was enough to keep the both of us alive all this time," you smiled, unconsciously touching your soon to be growing belly, "He or she saved my life. They gave us our second chance."

Those tests brought up something else though too.

"Why didn't you tell me?" Nick Fury had asked, storming into your room one day.

"Tell you what?" you asked, although you knew exactly what.

"Y/N Stark? Your father is Tony Stark. You've been missing two weeks. How are you here? How are you not six?" Fury yelled.

You stood up from where you were seated, poking him in the chest to accentuate your point. "It's Mrs. Rogers to you. I didn't tell you because my past is none of your business, Sir," you spat, "now you promised me that if I let you run your little tests on me, you would take me to my husband, Do you have any intention of making good on that promise? Or should I take myself and my super solider baby and go?"

"That baby is the only key we have to unlocking Dr. Erkstine's formula," he calmly explained, although he was anything but calm.

"My child is not your lab rat, Fury!" you screamed, "I have nightmares. I wake up in a cold sweat screaming for Steve. I have ever since I woke up from that ice and you know it. You've been keeping us apart for some reason other than wanting to study my baby and I want to know why."

Nick sighed, "Steve, he's a good solider. If you go back to him now he'll become...distracted. We can't have that. Not with the new threats we're facing everyday."

"Screw you, Director Fury," you said, storming out of the room. You'd find your husband on your own.

So, you did. You found Steve and in the process found Tony too. Of course you knew you couldn't be reunited with your husband and not your father, but you had hoped to put off the latter, in all honesty. After all, you weren't the same little six year old girl he had lost such a short time ago. You had lived an entire life without him.

You were forced to make decisions you know he would've shielded you from if he could've. But, at the end of the day, you were a solider too. You were a killer. Nothing could change the past.

Not that you wanted to stay away from your father forever, you loved and missed him more than anything, but you felt that you didn't deserve to be loved by him anymore. He wanted his child back...not the broken young woman you had become.

In any case, you were here now.

"Well...someone say something," you prompted the two men.

"You're pregnant?" Steve spoke up, tears of joy falling from his eyes.

You smiled a thin smile, nodding your head, "I'm pregnant," you confirmed.

Steve stood to meet you, scooping you up in his arms and kissing your cheeks, "We're going to be parents," he cried.

Finally, you and Steve pulled apart, though he still kept you close, and you both turned to look at your father.

"Dad...?" you tried out the name again.

"Two weeks ago I had a six year old. Now I'm going to be a grandfather?"

You nodded, "Yes, but -"

"I'm sorry," he cut you off, "I can't. I just can't," he said, storming out of the room.

The four Avengers and Happy pretended to have not been watching you all when he walked through the room where they sat, but he ignored them anyways, entering his bedroom and shutting the door so loudly that everyone who heard it flinched just a little.

"He'll come around," Steve tried to reassure you, squeezing your hand,

"I know," you said, drying your tears with the back of your hand. You didn't know if he ever would though.

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We're Both Out of Time (2)

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chapter warnings: this is a looong chapter lol; also blood; and mentions of suicide/death, mentions of sexy times, implied smut

Chapter Two: Time After Time

"Where is my daughter?"

"I said where the hell is my daughter?!"

After you disappeared, the team had managed to keep Tony away from the unknown intruder long enough to lock him up in the interrogation room.

Once he was restrained, however, there was no stopping your father from going at him.

"Asshole! Tell me where she is right now!" Tony screamed, grabbing the man by the shirt and shaking him, but he didn't say a word.

"Tony, Tony," Steve tried to calm him, grabbing him by the arm and pulling him away from the man.

"No!" Tony shouted, breaking out of Steve's grasp, "he took my daughter," he said, pointing at the man.

"You know where she is now tell me or so help me God-"

"What?" the man finally spoke up, "What are you and God going to do?" he asked, a heavy accent slipping from his lips.

Tony nodded to himself before shrugging and punching the man in the face.

"Tony!" Steve shouted, both he and Natasha grabbing each of Tony's arms and pulling him back.

"You don't understand," Tony screamed, "he took my baby. She and Pepper are all I have..." he broke down, tears streaming down his face, "She's six years old. She's only six," he raised his voice again, "You bastard! She's just a little girl!"

The man simply smiled, a subtle laugh falling from his thin chapped lips, "I know who she is: Y/N Stark, daughter of the famous Anthony Edward Stark - Iron Man. The girl was my target."

"What do you mean: your target?" Natasha spoke up.

The man laughed again, "Now why would I tell you that? That would ruin the story."

"This isn't a fucking story," Tony sneered, "This is my daughter's life."

"Oh, but it is. A story, that is. Isn't that right, Captain Rogers?"

Steve looked taken aback as his entire team looked to him for answers.

"I don't know what you mean," Steve said genuinely.

The man shook his head, laughing again, "Yes, you do...or rather you will."

"Enough games," Clint said, limping into the room with a bandage covering his battle wound.

Natasha gave him a disappointed look for not resting, but he simply gave her one back as if to say he was fine.

He knew what his children meant to him. He couldn't imagine what losing one was like. He couldn't imagine what Tony was going through. He had to do what he could to help.

"Oh, goodness me, I'm so terrified of the wounded archer who has come to kill me," the man joked.

Clint smirked, leaning closer towards the man, "Tell us where Y/N is or you're going to wish the worst thing I did to you was kill you."

The man smiled a cocky grin before spitting in Clint's face.

Clint shook his head and quickly wiped his face, "Wrong choice, man," he said, walking over to Natasha.

She handed the archer one of her blades and he stalked over to the tied up intruder, pointing the sharpest part at him. Yeah, he was going to enjoy carving the man up for answers.

Before Clint could make any further threats, however, Tony spoke up, "Is she dead?"

There was a beat of silence and all eyes turned to your father, "at least answer me that...is she dead?"

The man hesitated, seemingly weighing his options before responding, "Your child lives," the man said.

Tony didn't know if he should be relived or not. Yes, you were alive, but he had no idea where to find you. What if you were trapped someplace worse than death? No, he couldn't think about that. He wouldn't think about that. He would simply focus on the fact that you were alive and dedicate all his energy into finding you.

Tony nodded before turning to Clint, "Find my daughter," he commanded cryptically, but Clint knew what he meant as he took a step closer to the assailant, prepared to torture any information needed out of him.

Before Clint could even start in on him, however, he was knocked off his feet by the no longer tied up man. He had been stalling the team and using the time to break free of his restraints and he wasn't going to waste any time. He stood up quickly, punching Clint in the face.

Clint was so taken aback he mistakenly let Natasha's knife fall to the floor as he stumbled backwards. Then, as quickly as the man had gotten a hold of the knife, he had it pressed up against Clint's throat.

Everyone except Tony raised their respective weapons in a threating manner towards the man as Clint sighed and closed his eyes.

"Don't!" Tony yelled, "he dies and we have no way of finding Y/N." Tony reminded his team, causing them to lower their weapons slightly, still ready in case the man made a move on Clint.

The man smirked, "Don't worry, if all goes according to plan, you'll see her again someday," he said, pulling the blade from Clint's neck and pointing it towards his own heart.

"The Scorpion shall rise again," he spoke cryptically before plunging the blade into his chest.

"No!" Tony screamed. running towards the man, but he was too late.

He watched in horror as the man crumpled to the floor, choking on his own blood. How was he going to find you now?

"FRIDAY, we need medics in here, now!" He vaguely heard Natasha command the AI, as the rest of his team rushed to his side, but there was nothing anyone could do. The man was gone…which meant so were you.

---

The green light was so blinding you had to shut your eyes to stop the burn it caused.

You remembered screaming...and a falling sensation. The sensation was just like on that one ride your dad took you on when you went to Coney Island for your birthday. You remembered being terrified then too, but your dad took you by the hand, looked you in the eyes and promised you that as long as he was around, nothing bad would ever happen to you.

You faced your fear that day, but right at that moment, he wasn't there to hold your hand. You were all alone.

Eventually, you hit something hard and all you felt was pain.

When you finally opened your eyes, you were overwhelmed to say the least.

There was a crowd of people standing around you, pointing and talking as you lay on the concrete ground.

"Where did she come from?" you heard someone whisper around you.

"She fell out of the sky!" said someone else.

"What is she wearing?"

You stood up quickly, looking around in every direction, before bolting through the crowd.

You didn't know exactly where you were running to, but it didn't matter. None of it mattered. You just knew you had to get out of there.

You had to find your father.

---

"Hey, are you okay?"

"Stop tapping her, Buck."

"She wont wake up."

"Tapping her won't help!"

"You don't know that."

"Wait, look, she's waking up."

"I told you it would work."

You opened your eyes, you saw two young boys standing over you. One was significantly smaller with blonde hair and one was taller with dark brown hair. Both looked to be about your age.

"Hello," the shorter one said, "I'm Steve, this is my best friend James."

"Call me Bucky," the taller one smiled, offering you his hand to help you up.

You took it smiling, "I'm Y/N."

"We just found you laying out here alone. Are you okay?" Steve asked once you were on your feet again.

You paused for a moment. No, you weren't okay.

You didn't know where you were. More importantly, you didn't know where your father was. You were alone and scared.

You shook your head no, causing Steve and Bucky to look at each other before turning back to you.

"Where are your ma and pa?" Bucky asked.

"My daddy - I don't know," you began to cry, "Last I remember he was tucking me in to bed."

"You can't remember anything else?" Steve asked.

You couldn't, so you tried again, but that was it. You didn't remember meeting the Avengers. You didn't remember the man who tried to hurt your father. All you remembered was the night before.

You shook your head, beginning to cry. The boys looked to each other again before Steve spoke up, “It’s okay, don’t cry. You’re okay."

After a few minutes, you dried you tears. looking up to see worry in the eyes of the two boys standing in front of you.

"Come with us," Bucky spoke up, "Come home with us until your Daddy comes back."

You looked up, an unspoken question in your eyes.

Steve smiled this time, "Bucky's right, we can't leave you out here alone."

You smiled at their kindness, "Okay," you nodded after a moment of consideration.

---

"Happy birthday to you, happy birthday to you, happy birthday dear Y/N! Happy birthday to you."

One year, 56 days, and 18 hours.

"Thank you, Mrs. Barnes," you smiled.

"I told you, you don't have to call me that, sweetie."

"I know," you smiled weakly.

When Steve and Bucky had found you, Mr. and Mrs. Barnes had taken you in, cared for you like you were their own, but what was meant to be temporary until your father came to find you, had now lasted one year, 56 days, and 18 hours. You missed it. You missed your life. You missed Pepper and your father.

"What did you wish for?" Bucky asked after you extinguished the candles on your slightly lopsided homemade cake.

It was a fair question, but one you didn't have the heart to answer.

You wished for your old life back, in truth. You wished to see your father again. Not that you were ungrateful for everything the Barnes' had done for you. No, not at all. You loved them, you did, but you couldn't give up on finding your father.

"A new dress," you lied.

Seven years old.

---

"Happy birthday to you, happy birthday to you, happy birthday dear Y/N! Happy birthday to you."

"I made your favorite, chocolate with vanilla frosting."

"Thank you...Ma" you smiled are you blew out eight candles.

Another year gone in the blink of an eye. Another year without your father. You hadn't given up on finding him, but you knew what he would say if he were there: that you had to keep living. Even without him. You had found a family with the Barnes'.

Suddenly, Steve and Bucky came barreling through the door, nearly knocking each other over.

"Shh! Shh!" Bucky hushed his best friend, "You'll ruin the surprise."

"It's not your surprise!" Steve argued.

"Details," Bucky laughed, holding the paper above his head where Steve couldn't reach it.

"Give it back, Buck," Steve complained.

"Boys," Mrs. Barnes scolded them.

"Sorry Ma."

"Sorry Mrs. Barnes."

Bucky handed Steve the paper he had in his hands with a nod and Steve timidly made his way over to you.

He held the paper out to you, "Happy birthday, Y/N."

You took it, smiling, before looking thoughtfully at it.

It was a portrait: a portrait of you, Steve, and Bucky.

"I drew it myself," Steve said.

"It's beautiful, Stevie. I love it. Thank you," you smiled.

Steve smiled back at you.

Eight years old.

---

And so, your life went on. It wasn't what you had expected your life to be, no, but it was a good life. It was full of love, health, and happiness.

The day Mrs. Barnes came to you with the official adoption papers, you remembered crying. Not tears of sadness, but tears of joy. You finally had a family again.

You would never forget the one you lost, but at least you were no longer alone in the world.

You hugged Bucky - you hugged your brother.

You knew your father would never stop looking for you, but until he found you, it would please him to know you were safe and you were loved. Afterall, 1922 was a long way from 2012...

---

"Oh come on, Steve! Just tell her already."

"No! Come on, Buck. You know I can't," Steve argued.

You hid in the hallway that led to the room where Steve and Bucky were debating, curiosity filling you as you listened in on their conversation.

"Oh please, I've seen you fall more and more in love with that girl everyday for the past ten years. You know she feels the same. Why can't you just-"

"Because she doesn't feel the same, why would she? Look at me and look at her!"

Jealousy filled you. Of course, who were you to think Steve Rogers could ever love you back?

"You know that's not true."

"Bucky, she's your sister! She's one of my best friends. She doesn't love me."

Now that got your attention. Was it true? Did Steve Rogers love you?

Mustering all the courage you had, you marched into the living room, grabbing Steve by the shirt and connecting your lips.

It was frenzied and it was passionate. It was full of love. Love that had been bottled up and hidden for far too long.

You both were too wrapped up in each other to notice Bucky leave the room. You smiled smiled into the kiss, "I love you, Steve Rogers."

Sixteen years old.

---

"Happy birthday to you, happy birthday to you, happy birthday dear Y/N! Happy birthday to you," you internally cringed at your brother's off key singing, but a smile adorned your face never the less.

"Thank you, James," you smiled as he handed you a plain paper package with a brightly colored string.

"What is it?" you asked, lightly shaking it as to not damage anything that could be inside.

"You have to open it to find out!" Bucky yelled excitedly.

"Okay, okay," you laughed, tearing open the package.

What you saw brought a tear to your eye as you ran a hand over the silky fabric, "Is this -"

"Ma's," he smiled, "I thought you could wear it...on your wedding day."

When Mr. and Mrs. Barnes died, they had left their humble home to you and your brother. Steve lived there most of the time too, however, while he struggled to get back on his feet after his mother's death.

He had proposed about a year ago, but that was before the war started.

"Now if only I could find my soon to be husband," you said, unconsciously twirling the simple stone - that once belonged to Steve's mother - that wrapped around your left ring finger.

"You know where he is," Bucky smiled half heartily.

"Where he always is nowadays," you sighed.

---

"Next!"

Steve Rogers stepped up in line.

"Next!"

"But, Sir, I'm right here," Steve tried to speak to the man.

The large man looked Steve up and down, before gritting his teeth, "I said next."

---

"Hey there he is," Bucky cheered as Steve opened the door and stepped into the house.

"Hey, honey, we were just talking about you," you laughed, standing up to greet him at the door.

You bent down ever so slightly to kiss his cheek, "How'd it go today?"

Steve looked at you, pure adoration in his eyes before sighing, "How do you think it went?"

You intertwined your hand with his, "Maybe it's for the best, Stevie," you said, leading him into the house while Bucky covered up the gift he had just presented you with in order to conceal the surprise of what you would wear on your wedding day.

"You okay, Steve?" Bucky asked.

"You get your assignments?"

"Sargent James Barnes, shipping out to the 107th next week."

Steve frowned, turning to you, "And you?"

You sighed, "Special Agent Y/N Barnes. I leave in the morning."

"And they said a woman would never be sent into the field," Bucky scoffed, "my little sister had to go out and prove everyone wrong."

Steve and Bucky were proud of you, they really were, but some super secret organization made up of allies all over the world...they were terrified for you safety."

"I'll be fine," you said, "I promise."

"I know," Steve smiled, "I love you."

"I love you more."

---

When you joined the SSR you had no idea this would be your life. Sure, you knew you would be working on classified projects, but riding across New York in the backseat of a cab with you fiancé who was about to undergo some experiment to turn him into a super solider that could take down Hitler himself...that you didn't except.

"Y/N I-"

"Don't, Steve," you cut him off, "You could've written. You could have told me before you agreed to do this."

"I didn't know you were working on this project, Y/N!"

"And? If I wasn't on this project I would've never even known you joined the war. I'm going to be your wife. When were you going to tell me?"

"Y/N...if you don't want me doing this, I swear we can turn this car around right now. You mean more to me than any fight."

You rolled your eyes, "You're good with your words, Rogers. I'll give you that."

"So we good?" he asked.

You grabbed his hand, intertwining your fingers with his, "Let's do this."

---

"Agent Barnes, wouldn't you be more comfortable up in the observation booth."

"No, thank you, I'll stay right here with my fiancé, Doctor."

"Very well," Dr. Erkstine answered.

Turning his attention to the booth of onlookers, he tapped his microphone twice...

---

You loved Steve Rogers, you really did. You didn't care if he was a skinny kid from Brooklyn, you loved him for him no matter what. However, his newfound 'Captain America' physique certainly helped.

You moaned into the kiss you and Steve shared as he pushed you against the wall of the barracks.

When you both had to pull away for air, you ran your hands up and down his newly toned torso.

"So I take it you approve of me signing up for this project now?" Steve laughed.

You playfully slapped him on the shoulder, pushing him away from you.

Steve whined at the loss of contact before spinning you back into him so your back was flush against his chest. He rested his head on your shoulder, inhaling the smell of your shampoo.

"Stevie, you know we can't do this here," you sighed.

Steve began kissing your neck, causing you to sigh in pleasure. He knew your weaknesses.

It's not that you two hadn't been intimate before. You had, many times, but this time was different. Steve Rogers before the serum was the only man you had ever been with. Now, with this new body. You were intimidated to say the least.

"Since when did you get all this confidence?" you asked, spinning around in his arms so you were face to face, "Since this?" you asked, poking his chest lightly.

"I'll stop if you want me to," he said honestly, not answering your question. He didn't have to answer it though, you already knew the answer. He finally felt like someone who was worthy of you. That was insane of course, considering he always was, but never the less that was how he felt.

You knew he meant it too - that he'd stop. Of course he meant it. That was Steve Rogers for you: good. Plain and simple, he was a good man and you loved him.

You stood up straight to whisper in his ear, "Don't you dare stop, Rogers."

Steve smiled before picking you up and dropping you gently on the small bed in the dimly lit room.

---

"Can I ask you something?" Steve asked later as you two laid in bed together, simply soaking in each other's presence. .

"Anything," you said, looking into his deep blue eyes.

"Do you think I can do this? Lead an army? End the war?" he asked.

You kissed his lips softly, "You've always been brave, Steve. With a good heart. Willing to stand up for the little guy even when you were a little guy yourself. Now the outside just matches the inside. So yes, I think you can do this. I just hope you don't put yourself in too much danger trying to do what's right."

"I promise," he said, smiling. God, he loved you.

---

"So, where were you two last night?" Howard Stark winked, looking between you and Steve.

Steve's cheeks flushed red, causing you to laugh lightly before glaring at Howard and kissing Steve on the cheek.

When you first met Howard Stark through the SSR you knew immediately who he was. He looked exactly like the father you had lost with the same surname...it wasn't difficult to put the pieces together.

You remembered the night you told him who you truly were.

It was a late night at the base and talks of how the war would go had led to a little too much drinking.

"Anthony Edward Stark," Howard had repeated, "I have a son. I have a granddaughter."

"At least...you will," you laughed softly.

You were surprised Howard even believed you, but it did make some sense that he did. After all, he was a man of science. Time travel had to be in the realm of possibilities in his mind.

"I could find a way," he said.

"A way to what?" you asked, taking another swig of your drink.

"To send you back."

"Howard-"

"Y/N, your father must be worried sick about you...my son must be so worried about his little girl. It may take a while, but I could find a way."

"Howard, you know I would love nothing more than to see my dad again, but I can't."

"Why not?"

"Because I've lived an entire life without him!" you began to explain, "I'm not the same little girl he lost."

"If I raised him right then I'm sure who you are now wouldn't change the way he feels about you."

"You don't know that...besides. I have a life here now. I have a family. I have a brother and a fiancé. I love Steve. I can't just leave him behind to chase some little girl's dream of going home."

There was a beat of silence before Howard spoke again, "Does Steve know?"

"No, and he never can."

"What, why?"

"God knows if he'd even believe me."

"You should have more faith in him than that."

"Would you? If you didn't have a scientific background is there any chance you'd believe me?

"No, but-"

"Exactly: no."

"I've never met two people more in love than you two. There has to be another reason why you're keeping your past from him," Howard pushed.

You sighed mustering your courage, "He was there," you said, "I don't know how - at least I don't remember how - and I don't know why, but Steve Rogers, my Steve Rogers is still alive in 2012, and he looked...different, but he was as young as ever."

"How is that possible?" Howard asked.

"I don't know and I've spent most of my life trying to figure it out. I don't remember the day I was sent here, I never have, but there has to be some reason...some connection to Steve. I could rack my brain forever trying to make sense of all of this. Or, I could live my life with the man I love while I can before our futures take us wherever they may. I choose the latter."

"So...do I still look this good as an old man?" Howard asked, changing the subject.

You smiled, deciding for now it would be best to not tell him that you'd never met him before.

---

The week following Dr. Erkstine's successful experiment on Steve went by in a blur. Things were good, but then, everything changed.

When unknown mercenaries murdered the Doctor, Steve went after them, successfully stopping them from stealing the last bottle of serum, but also losing it in the process. With the Doctor gone, Steve was the war's last hope. There would be no army of super soldiers, just one man from Brooklyn. Of course, you had faith in him. Unfortunately, not everyone did.

"I asked for an army and all I got was you," the cornel had stated coldly.

Steve didn't want to give up though. He would fight in the war. He would do everything he could to protect his country and his family.

However, the world had different plans for him, he became a 'dancing monkey', traveling the country selling bonds. You had told him he was meant for more than this, but he was starting to lose that hope.

When he caught up to you again, his audience was not pleased with him. How could they be? The men before you had been through more than most...you just didn't realize how much that was until someone mentioned in passing that they were all that was left of the 107th.

"The 107th?" you and Steve both asked in sync, equal amounts of horror in your voices.

When Cornel Phillips handed you the condolence letter containing your brother's name, genuine sympathy laced his voice.

You immediately broke down, falling limp as you turned to face Steve. You just stayed there, crying in his arms, for a while, as he shed his own tears as well. He then squeezed you tight as he begged Cornel Phillips to let him lead a team to save any survivors.

When the Cornel refused, you and Steve had no choice, but to do it yourselves, consequences be damned.

With the help of Howard, you flew behind enemy lines into certain danger.

---

"I love you," Steve said, as he grabbed his parachute and prepared to jump out of the plane and into the enemy territory.

"I love you more," you smiled, grabbing your own parachute.

"What do you think you're doing?"

"Well it tends to not end very well for people who jump without a parachute so I'm-"

"Y/N, you know what I mean."

"I'm going with you, Rogers."

"Like hell you are."

"Steve-"

"Y/N, no, it's too dangerous."

"Which is exactly why I'm not letting you do this alone!" you argued, "He's my brother!"

"I can't lose you Y/N," he whimpered.

"Then don't, watch my back and I'll watch yours, deal?"

"There's no convincing you otherwise, is there," Steve sighed.

"Nope," you stated plainly, popping the 'p'.

"Then we better do this," Steve said, squeezing you hand once before you both jumped.

"They're sickeningly adorable," Howard half laughed to himself, turning the plane around.

---

So you fought: saved what was left of the 107th; saved Bucky.

Steve got the chance to lead his army when you returned. With you and Bucky by his side.

Then, you lost Bucky all over again. It was just like the first time you thought he was gone, but so much more soul crushing.

Steve blamed himself of course, in the weeks after you remembered him apologizing to you. Even in your dazed with grief state, you begged him not to do so, but nothing would change how he was feeling. Steve was there when Bucky fell off the train. He was right there. If he could have just gotten to him faster...

There was no use dwelling on the past now. There were casualties in war, and that's what this was: war. You had a war to fight; a war to win and you were going to win it.

You weren't supposed to be with Steve on that plane. You had snuck on because you feared in his self destructive, weight of the world, blaming himself for Bucky's death state, he was going to do something stupid.

Of course, you were right, but you couldn't blame him this time. You both agreed bringing the plane down was your only option.

Steve begged you to find a way off, but there was no use. You wouldn't leave him. Even if you could you wouldn't.

"I do," Steve whispered.

"What?" you questioned as the plane began to descend into the Atlantic.

"Take you to be my wife - I do," he said with more confidence.

"Steve," your voice broke, "I do too."

"I know this isn't the wedding you imagined, but-"

"You're here, that's all that matters. So yes, I do," you said, tears streaming down your face.

"I now pronounce us husband and wife," Steve smiled, squeezing your hand from where he sat in the pilot's seat. Then everything went black.

---

Two weeks had past since Tony Stark had lost you, but you had lived an entire lifetime. An entire lifetime without him by your side.

He couldn’t eat, he couldn’t sleep. Pepper and the team had tried their best to get him to take care of himself, but all he cared about was finding you.

Steve wasn't much better. Although he wasn't sure how it was possible, he knew this child of Tony Stark had something to do with the love of his life who he lost.

When he woke up, he asked Fury about you first. Hundreds of questions on his mind, but all he cared about was you.

"She didn't make it," Fury had stated plainly, "I'm sorry Captain."

It made sense. He was able to survive because of the serum, but you, you weren't enhanced. You were fully human. How would you have survived? Still, those four simple words 'she didn't make it' crushed any hope he had left.

He just needed you back, they both did. Your father and your husband needed you back.

You saw that as you peered into the window of the Avengers Tower, formerly Stark Tower from where you stood on the street.

Nick Fury appeared behind you, "You shouldn't be here," he stated.

You turned around, coming face to face with the man, "I know," you said, "but you had to know I couldn't stay away forever."

"Then what are you waiting for?" he asked, "Go."

You smiled a weak smile before pulling on the door and entering the tower.

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We’re Both Out of Time (1)

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Chapter One: Meet Y/N Stark

"Sweetie, it's almost time to go. Are you ready?" your father called out to you.

You stomped out of your bedroom in the fourth princess dress you had tried on that morning.

"But daddy," you sighed, "I have to look perfect to meet your friends."

Your father bent down so that he was eye level with you, "Y/N," he smiled, "they're going to love you no matter what."

"I know," you smiled, causing your father to chuckle a bit, "but they're real life superheroes! I get scared."

"But I'm a superhero, and you don't get scared around me," he tried to reason with you.

You smiled even wider, "Silly daddy, you're my hero. Why would I be scared of you?"

Tony couldn't help the overwhelming sense of pride that washed over him. He was your hero.

Ever since he took up the mantle of Iron Man, people had been lining up to thank him for being a hero. Hell, he had parades thrown in his honor after the Battle of New York, but none of that meant anything in comparison to being your hero.

You meant the world to him. If he ever needed a reason to stand up and fight, you would be it. All he wanted was to make the world a safer and better place for you to grow up in.

Every time he went on the field, he imagined you and Pepper, his happy little family, growing together. It's what kept him going. He would sooner sacrifice his own life than let anything bad ever happen to you.

You were born when Tony Stark was a different man. Back when he was still young and reckless. When he only cared about himself.

That is until one day, your mother showed up at his door holding you. She claimed she couldn't do this anymore...she couldn't take care of you. That was the last Tony ever saw of her.

The moment he first held you, Tony Stark knew he was in trouble. He had already fallen so deeply in love with you that he wanted to give you the world. He wanted to give you the life you deserved.

So, he cleaned up his act. He ran his company and still made time to be a father.

Then, he was held captive by terrorists for months. Terrorists who wanted to use his life's work to destroy everything.

You were the only thing that kept him going.

Thinking of you, dreaming of you, wanting to hold you in his arms again and tell you that he was there and everything would be okay.

Miraculously, he made it out of that hell. He made it home to his only daughter. He became Iron Man and showed the world who he truly was and could be.

He owed you everything. You changed him...you made him the man he is today and gave him the life he has now. He wouldn't trade that for anything. In a way, having you saved his life. Now, he had you and Pepper and he loved you both with all his heart.

Although Pepper Potts was not your biological mother, she may as well have been with how much she loved you. Long before her and Tony were together, she was the mother figure in your life. You truly saw her as your mother and wouldn't trade her for anything.

Tony kissed your forehead. he was thrilled you were finally meeting his team.

He decided it was finally time. He had only been holding off in an attempt to keep you from the superhero life for fear it might be dangerous, but he soon realized, if this is who he wanted to be he couldn't keep it from you forever. He had to trust that he would be able to keep you safe.

"Come on, we better get going," Tony said.

"Wait, I think I know what to wear," you smiled returning to your room and changing into your favorite iron man shirt.

---

The ride to the compound was a short one from the house you, Pepper, and Tony had made your home.

Pepper was already waiting for you with the rest of the Avengers, who were all beyond excited to meet you.

When the elevator doors opened, you grabbed your father by the hand and began running into the common room.

"Woah, slow down Y/N," Tony said, "Fri, have everyone meet us in the common room."

'Yes, Boss.'

Pepper entered the common room first and you ran up to her with a smile on your face, clinging onto her.

Pepper was followed by a pretty redhead woman you recognized to be the famous Black Widow and a shorter man who you supposed was Hawkeye.

Then came a very tall man with long blonde hair. He was wearing a cape and holding a hammer...Thor, of course.

Lastly, a short brunette wearing a labcoat and glasses and a taller man with short blonde hair entered the room. You had heard your father talk about working with Dr. Banner which meant the other man had to have been Captain America.

You were overwhelmed to say the least, as you clung even tighter to Pepper and your father suddenly spoke up, "Everyone, meet my daughter: Y/N Stark. Y/N, meet everyone."

Natasha spoke up first, "Hi Y/N, it's very nice to meet you. I'm Natasha Romanoff, but you can call me Auntie Nat," she smiled.

"Good morning, smaller Stark. It is a pleasure to meet you. I am Thor, of Asgard and you...you look a little young to be a warrior, but I suppose only time will tell," said Thor.

You giggled, "You're funny."

The rest went around the room introducing themselves, but when it was Steve's turn, he said nothing.

"Steve..." Tony prompted him.

"Sorry - I - uh," he began.

"What is it, Cap?" Clint asked.

"Y/N...she. She looks just like someone I used to know," but that was impossible, right?

Yes, you had the same name, but his Y/N...his Y/N was long gone.

"I'm sorry, I should go," Steve excused himself.

"Steve!" "Cap!" his friends called after him.

Before Steve was even fully out of the room though, multiple alarms began blaring and all the doors slammed shut.

Shit.

"Daddy," you cried, covering your ears to protect yourself from the noise.

"Tony, what is that?" Pepper asked frantically, squeezing you as tight as she could.

"Pep, take Y/N. Go hide. Now!" Tony shouted.

"Okay, okay. Come on sweetie," Pepper attempted to soothe you, picking you up and running to the nearest hiding place.

Unfortunately, you didn't have many options since the entire compound was on lockdown and you were trapped in the common room, but you hid behind the bar. You crammed yourself into the tightest space you could find and Pepper pushed the barstool in front of you to shield you more. She then sat in front of the stool in hopes of acting as a sort of human shield between you and anyone who might get back there...but no one would. She had faith in the room full of Avengers.

"Cap, call it," you heard your father say when you were out of sight.

"Those alarms mean we know there's someone in the compound. They knew to disable Friday and they knew to lock the doors in hopes of getting us seperated. What they don't know is we're all in here together. I need every possible entrance guarded. Romanoff and Banner, I want you at the elevator door. Barton, you're at the window. Thor I want you at the main entrance. Make sure nothing gets in. If it does, make sure it never gets out. Your main priority is keeping them safe," Steve said, pointing to where you and Pepper were hiding behind the bar, "Odds are whatever is here is here for us. If we don't tell them they won't even know anyone else is in the building. Your eyes will give you away if you let them, pretend nothing is strange behind that bar. Convince yourself. If you believe it you can make them believe it."

Everyone nodded, "What about you and Stark?" Natasha asked.

"Stark and I will take the emergency exit into the catacombs. Hopefully Stark's design is foolproof in that no one but us knows they exist. They will expect us to be trapped and they won't think to look for something that shouldn't exist," Steve said.

Tony nodded, "I kept that catacombs off all the blueprints for this building. No one knows they can get us outside. This will work, this has to work."

"If we can get into the rest of the compound we can take them by surprise," Steve continued, "Assuming there are multiple threats here we can split them up and buy you time before they figure out you're all in the common room. Just be on alert. Let's move out."

"Keep my daughter safe!" Tony pleaded, causing everyone to nod and ready the respective weapons they had on them as he and Steve headed to the emergency exit to the catacombs...

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The alarms didn't stop blaring the whole time you were hidden behind the bar, so after a few minutes you started counting how many times they went off in order to keep yourself distracted.

One

The sound of glass breaking was almost pleasant in comparison to the sound of the alarms.

Two

"Barton, behind you!"

Three

The sound of Clint struggling in his fight was one you knew you would never get out of your head.

Four

That sound was only made worse by the one of both Clint and the intruder falling to the ground.

Five

Then the sound of Clint's shirt tearing as the knife pierced his skin.

Six

"He's hit!" Natasha yelled, running across the room to pick her best friend up off the floor.

Seven

While the intruder struggled to regain his composure, from being knocked to the floor himself, Natasha delivered a perfectly executed knockout punch.

Eight

Clint screamed in pain as he tried to stop the bleeding.

Nine

Natasha raced to his side while Thor tied up the unconscious intruder.

Ten

"You okay?"

Eleven

Clint groaned in pain, but said, "I'll survive."

Twelve

"Guys, there might be more of them coming."

Thirteen

Mustering every bit of strength he had left, Clint stood up and everyone prepared themselves once more for a fight.

Fourteen

But the fight never came, instead, the elevator doors slid open and in ran Steve and Tony.

Fifteen

The alarm turned off.

"Where's my daughter?" Tony demanded, seeing the smashed window and the bleeding archer.

Clint pointed weakly to where you and Pepper were still hiding, and Tony ran over, helping you both up,

"Daddy, you're hurt," you said after he had hugged you, pointing to a scrape on his forehead.

"Daddy's fine, Sweetie," he assured you, cupping your face in his hands, "I'm just glad you're okay."

What happened next happened so fast Tony knew there was nothing he could have done, but he would replay it over and over again in his head until the day he died. He would blame himself for eternity.

Your eyes widened and you broke out of your father's grasp, running over to the man who had been tied up.

Somehow, he had broken free.

You weren't sure what your plan was. All you knew was that he had a gun pointed at your father's exposed back.

"No!" Tony screamed.

But it was too late. The man had pulled the trigger.

Tony watched helplessly, as the bullet travelled at full speed, headed straight for your heart.

When it hit you, all you could feel was pain. Then, everything went dark as your father watched you disappear in a cloud of green.

To be continued...

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