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forever-your-soldat · 5 years

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Family (Avengers x Reader)

It had been at least a week or so after the mishap with one of HYDRA’s bases. It was supposed to be a simple mission, retrieve the data needed then take out the base, removing any other sign of the twisted group. But what they failed to realize was that HYDRA had already been expecting them this time around.

Casualties were to be avoided, but when the building collapsed, Natasha and Clint failed to see that Y/N had fallen behind after a soldier sneaked up behind her, using the team’s distress to evacuate as an advantage to take out at least one of the Avengers.

Sam was the first to notice the absence and immediately called over the comms and Wanda tried to locate her whereabouts, at the same time holding the building just a while longer whilst Tony circled around in hopes of finding her.

Steve ran full speed so he could get into the building to retrieve her, but it was too late and the explosion threw them all off, forcing Wanda’s concentration off.

“Y/N! Kid, where are you?” Tony yelled as he tore through the debris with Steve. All of them had desperately tried to search for Y/N and were able to let out breaths of relief when Wanda managed to lift her body from under the pile. But it was short lived when they saw the damage and hurried her to the jet.

Clint took over with flying back so that Bruce could tend to the woman’s injuries. Aside from bruises and scrapes, there was a cut right above her left brow and one on her cheekbone. A noticeable gash on her hip was the most troubling as it wouldn’t stop bleeding. Wanda had hurried to Bruce and Steve’s side to help aid in treating the girl before they finally got back to the tower and rushed her to Dr. Cho. Aside from a few broken ribs, she had said that Y/N would be okay but was told to rest until she was fully recovered before doing anything too strenuous.

“Guys, come on. Stop looking so glum. I’m fine.” The woman sighed for the umpteenth time that day when she saw her friends all seated around the living room. Wanda was seated next to her, clinging to her as though she would disappear should she let go and Steve wasn’t too far away, keeping a watchful eye on Y/N as she looked at all of them.

Natasha scoffed as her arms crossed over her chest. “I didn’t know walking with difficulty meant you were okay.” She stated with sarcasm in her tone and Clint shot her a disapproving look, though he would agree with her claim.

Y/N sighed in exasperation before she rubbed her face. “I’m much better now, thank you. I’m recovering.” She stressed as her eyes swept across the room. “You guys are acting as though I died.”

The comment was what throws them off and Y/N instantly regrets it when she sees the withering expressions on her friends’ faces.

“Because you nearly did!” Natasha finally snapped as her eyes bore into Y/N’s skull. “You almost died and it was my fault!” She added, making the other girl shrink back at the tone. Wanda is quick to rub her arm, soothing her as she frowned at the redhead.

“It wasn’t your fault. You didn’t know.” Y/N shot back and this time, Natasha jumps to her feet. “Exactly my point.” She emphasizes and Clint moves to grab her arm lest she does something too reckless.

“Romanoff, stand down.” Steve orders, his stance now tense as he stares at her and she yanks her arm from Clint’s grasp. “No. I’m saying this now. I was there. I wasn’t that far away and I just thought about saving my own ass that I didn’t see that I’d lost Y/N back there.”

“It wasn’t just you. If anything, we were all at fault for not securing the place.” Steve sighed while rubbing his forehead. “Things would have gone smoothly, but we underestimated the enemy, thus nearly costing Y/N’s life.” He added, his expression grim as the thought of seeing your lifeless body leaves a bitter taste in his mouth/

Y/N stares at them in disbelief. “Are you serious?” She huffs. “I’ve gone on so many missions where I was barely breathing. I know what I’m doing!” She stated irritably, suddenly sitting upright that it makes her wince. “Y/N, please understand that we’re only looking after you.” Wanda gently tries to ease her, but it doesn’t work as she rises to her feet, immediately making Bruce stand as well and approach her. “Y/N, you have to calm down.” He tells her.

“Putting my life on the line is part of the job. Don’t tell me that you guys don’t know this.” She watches them, gauging their reactions before she steps away with a shake of her head.

And as if on cue, Tony walks in, noticing the tense atmosphere before he looks at Y/N. He’s quick to understand the situation before shaking his head. “What’s with you guys? We have a party later in the evening so start getting ready. Chop chop.” He tells them while capping his hands.

With this, Y/N exits for her room and the rest of the Avengers just watch, a sullen look on their faces and Tony turns his eyes to Steve. “She’ll be okay.”

Though it’s not just for them, but for him to believe as well.

When said party comes around, everyone is present, though the tension still hung around the Avengers as they try, every now and then, to spot the Y/H/C among the sea of people. They managed to catch a glimpse of her earlier, but she was gone in the blink of an eye, whisked away by some of the people that were present.

The guilt every one of them felt kept gnawing at the back of their minds no matter how much they tried to push it away. They each tried apologizing in their ways, but in only confused Y/N to no end. She understood where they were coming from, she worried about them when one of them had gotten in danger. But she just couldn’t push the feeling that they treated her like a child, as if she were too fragile to stand on her own.

Bruce was able to spot Y/N when she was talking to Maria. Though he wanted to go over and talk to her regarding what had transpired earlier that day, he decided against it and tried to enjoy his night.

“So,” Maria starts as she sips her drink. “What’s up with you and the rest of the team?” She asked, brows raised while Y/N frowned at the memory. “Just a disagreement.” She murmured before bringing her cup to her lips, letting the alcohol run down her throat, choosing to focus on the burning sensation instead of the headache she was sure to get from thinking too much.

“I’m making a guess this is about you getting injured.” She states, a knowing look pointed Y/N’s way as she sighs. “It just really bothers me, you know? They all act as though I’m glass. If I wasn’t able to hold off on my own, why would I even be part of the team?” She can’t help but pour out her frustration as Maria rubs her back.

She wasn’t quite aware that the rest of the Avengers held more caution around Y/N. It didn’t seem to come up whenever she saw the group. Y/N was a high skilled agent, much like Romanoff and Barton. So the admission of the girl’s feelings seemed to have caught her off guard. “Have you tried talking to them about it?”

The scowl on Y/N’s face softens before she slowly breathed out and shook her head. “I have... and I understand that they worry for me. What I don’t understand is that I’m the only one in the team being treated like this. I love them to bits and I’m not mad at them. I just wished that they knew that with the way they’ve been treating me... I can’t help but feel as though I’m a burden to them.”

Maria frowns lightly before she places her glass down and wraps her arms around the girl’s shoulders, gently squeezing her before she pulled away. “Go talk to them. Be honest and tell them how you feel. It’ll be much better if you take that off your chest.”

With one last pat on the shoulder, Maria excuses herself and Y/N finds herself alone, pondering over her words for majority of the party until things finally wound down and the only ones left were her and the team.

Natasha and Wanda were on the couch, both watching the other female, one with worry yet the other was unreadable.

Tony was busying himself with the bottle of whiskey in his hands, though for some reason, he wasn’t drunk having only had a few glasses. Bruce fiddled with his own cup and Clint was careful around the girl. Steve and Sam were silent as they both sat across Y/N, just watching like the two females, though both of them looked as though they wanted to say something. Anything.

It takes a solid two minutes before someone finally broke the silence. And to their surprise, it was Y/N who did so.

“Okay, I don’t want to keep doing this anymore.”

The panic that rises to Wanda’s and Tony’s faces were visible while Natasha managed to suppress her own with a poker face

Steve questions the statement, wanting her to elaborate before everyone was able to release the breath they were holding as Y/N does so, remembering what Maria told her. Somewhere during her explanation, the Avengers’ expressions softened as they listened to her speak.

“It’s just.... do you guys think I’m not fit to be an Avenger? You don’t trust me to be able to take care of myself?”

Their hearts break just a little at the crack in her voice, but it breaks even more as she fights the tears that so desperately try to break free, their guilt now evident on their faces.

“Y/N, we do trust you.” Clint tells her, a somber look on his face as he sits properly. “We love you to bits.” Wanda added. “It’s just... I guess I speak for all of us when I say that we can’t risk losing you.” It was Natasha to speak this time.

Y/N met her eyes before she’d left her seat and walked over, soon caging Y/N inside her arms as she held her close. “Yes, we worry about each other, but Y/N please know that it wasn’t our intention to make you feel this way.” Steve informed her, his tone soft as his warm blue eyes stared at her smaller figure.

“Kid, believe it or not, you’ve been here for all of us. Yeah, we are there for each other, but you’re different.” Tony muttered as he rubbed his eyes with the heel his hand. “What he means is, you don’t hold anything against anyone of us. We have our differences with the other members, but you look at all of us with nothing but pure love and care.” Wanda clarified as she saw the confusion in Y/N’s face, not needing to read her mind to know what she was thinking.

“Tony has this weird competition with Steve-”

“I do not!”

Sam rolled his eyes as he continued. “Wanda and Tony have a kind of tension between them. Natasha and Bruce have an awkward air around them. Clint and I are sometimes headbutting each other. But Y/N, you keep us all grounded. You’ve been helping us out and even settle our differences.” He glanced at Tony.

“Most of the time.”

“You’ve helped us all feel at home and the most comfortable.” Bruce spoke up this time. “When someone is feeling down, you’re always there, ready to be a shoulder to lean on and someone to listen to us.” Clint nodded his head.

“Things would be so different if you weren’t here, doll.” Steve smiled lightly as he finally stepped closer.

Y/N stayed silent for a while before she let out a breath and nodded her head, nuzzling her face to Natasha’s face as she finally relaxed. “You guys are so stupid.” Though there was no malice in her words. She eyed all of them as they all showed her smiles.

“I love you guys. But please, minimize the babying because I swear, you’re all going to drive me nuts one day.”

“No promises, but we’ll try.” Natasha chuckled as she pressed a kiss to the side of Y/N’s head.

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tigereyes45 · 4 years

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It was Ridiculous

This is my secret santa gift for @vonlipvig for the @redvsbluesecretsanta event. They asked for Epsilon angst and possibly Yorkalina with Lina remembering York. So I combined the too with just some general angsty feels from Carolina about anything. Sorry, it was a couple days late. I ran into some unexpected posting complications over break.

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Ghosts don’t exist. So the thought of an AI, assuming he’s a ghost that could interact with the physical realm was sort of hilarious. A mind that was so incapable of accepting any other possibility that it’s almost impossible to connect it back to her father. Then Carolina remembers how impossible it was for him to accept her mother’s death. All the sudden Church’s sudden disappearing when even slightly inconvenienced makes perfect sense.

Carolina watches the old Blood Gulch Canyon clips with a bitter sense of melancholy and a twisted kind of joy. Epsilon wasn’t like her father, but he had never been so dimwitted either. It’s strange seeing the memory possess more common sense than the Alpha. She wonders if it was because he was so broken that it was a struggle to hold on to as much as he could.

“York? What about Lina?” She could feel her eyes grow as her heart beats faster. She wasn’t even aware that Alpha had remembered her. It was strange hearing her the twisted voice of her father genuinely ask after her health. The fact that it was his first instinct after hearing York’s name struck a different kind of chord.

“She was already dead.”

Alpha doesn’t even bother to ask, how or why. He doesn’t question the death of just another freelancer. It doesn’t even register in his program that it’s something to collect his interest. Not the way it leaves her with so many questions. She continues watching, now having a closer timeline of when York was killed. Learning who was with him in his last moments. Once upon a time, she would have assumed it was Tex who had killed him. The ghost of her mother who had taken everything away. Her father’s attention, the reason for all the work, why she joined the military, the reason why she left it.

The one who got York killed.

Tex doesn’t bother to explain any further either. Neither care for the freelancer they barely knew they were so connected to. Texas probably still hated her, as much as Carolina now just feels apathy and regret. That thing had never been her mother, but it was her last connection to her parents. As much as she hates to admit it.

She pauses the video and takes off her helmet. Somehow the air had only gotten colder in the valley, despite the days steadily getting warmer. Looking up the stars look so scattered from here. Back on Earth, they were so close together. Little clusters of galaxies miles away that humans had only ever hoped to reach one day. It was so easy to forget that they were living during those “one day”s now. Able to go anywhere in the matter of hours, days, and months. Travel anywhere, and she was spending her days here. On a planet nowhere, with a bunch of idiots that somehow managed to get her further than her team ever had. They had actually managed to help her relax. Carolina leans back on the roof of their bases. Kimball had spared no expense to give them a great place to settle down.

York had wanted to settle down with her once upon a time. He was a smooth talker from the first moment they met. She wonders if he had ever lost that annoyingly sweet side of his personality before the end. Who was the last person to hear him talk? Was it Tex? Did she ever mention it? So far the videos show nothing, but it’s possible that at some point someone was told off-camera. She could ask, but it probably wouldn’t matter.

“Hey there.”

Carolina tenses and grabs her helmet close. She was ready to throw it until she saw the half apologetic smile on Wash’s familiar face. He holds his empty hands up. “Sorry I should know better than to sneak up on you.”

“You should.”

“You okay?”

“Yeah just thinking.”

“I uh, sorry, but I was looking for you and I heard the video playing.”

Carolina laughs and slowly sets her helmet back down. “That’s my fault for playing it out loud. I should have kept it to the helmet. I just wanted to hear their voices out loud. I know how weird that sounds, but -”

“No, it’s okay. You uh, you had more of a history with them then I did.”

“Epsilon was in your head first.”

“Yeah well the Alpha was kind of like, well a copy of your dad wasn’t he?”

“Yes.” She leans back on her arms and kicks her legs lazily over the side of the roof.

“You weren’t really thinking about them were you?”

“I was for a little bit.”

“Oh.”

A one-sided awkward silence settles down as Wash practically falls on his ass next to her. For the first time, she realizes he had been drinking. From the looks of him, it had been more than enough to get him drunk. He looked like he was ready to pass out at any moment now.

“So your mom. Was she as much of a bitch as Texas was?”

“Wow Wash. Your poker game with the reds and blues must’ve gone well, because you have even less tact than usual.”

“Sorry.” He leans over the edge of the roof. His body slacks and for the first time in what felt like decades Wash smiles. This reaction to being reprimand was new. So many times Wash would immediately cave when being lectured. Other moments, her favorites, he would snark back with a sly smile before getting it smacked off his face. He had a few good jokes back then. His humor had only gotten better with the years, and changes.

“Don’t be. From what I remember she could be, though not as bad.”

“What about York?”

“What about him?”

“Was he always a dick?”

Carolina grabs Wash’s shoulder as he leans further over the roof. He slowly pulls his helmet off. As soon as his mouth was uncovered the coughing starts. Carolina’s back straightens up as she moves to hold Wash with both arms. As soon as he was steady the vomiting started. It was a mess of brown, green, and noodles. As his hacking slows, she glances over to see it had painted the side of the building. None of it made it to the ground.

As she looks back to Wash the slimy dribble slowly begins to cover her armor. At least it wasn’t much. A quick clean up and some wax there shouldn’t be any sign or smell of the best. The smell of beer and Tucker’s mystery stew was a sure-fire way to ruin any clear night. Carolina pulls Wash up along with her. Somehow he was still mostly able to stand, even if walking was a far more difficult endeavor.

“Sorry Lina.”

“Don’t be Wash. I needed something to pull me from my thoughts.”

“Epsilon was also always sad. Whenever he got started he couldn’t be stopped. He, he had nightmares.”

“It’s okay Wash. We don’t have to talk about it.”

They walk in mostly quiet as she guides him back to his room. The white halls were eerily quiet despite the fact the others were partying just next door. Any quiet now was enough to bring back memories. After Chorus it was easier to not think about her old team and her parents. Easier didn’t mean impossible though. The bright lights were harrowing for her they must’ve been agonizing for Wash right now, but the panel for the hall lights is all the way on the first floor. So re-acquainting himself with suffering will just be his lot in life for the next few minutes.

Wash groans as Carolina finally manages to drag him into his dark room. She drops him onto the bed and tears his helmet off. His head goes flying back as a broken whine escapes him. He sounded like a lost puppy that was kicked into a ditched. It almost hurts her to hear it. She wonders if she should take his armor off, but realizes that if he has any other kinds of problems it would be better to leave it on. She pulls the shades on the window open. One more lesson wouldn’t hurt him too much. After all, she did keep him from throwing himself off the top of the roof with his dinner.

“Lina,”

His voice was so soft it barely stopped her at the door. She turns around on her feet to see the soldier laying half off the bed. His leg and arm clung to the sheets to keep him up like a sloth on a spindly branch.

“Yeah Wash?”

“I’m sorry about York. About Leonard too.”

“Don’t be Wash.” She flips him back over onto the bed. With a few poor attempts to untangle the sheets, Carolina gives up and leaves them twisted around his arms and legs. Somehow a knot formed in the sheets along his stomach. “I was the one that got them killed.” She had been the person to hand her father the literal gun.

His armored hand rubs up and down her arm. It barely moves, but there’s an air of familiarity around it that she hadn’t felt in years. If neither of them had the armor on it probably would be soft. When was the last time she felt another person’s skin on hers? Or something just as simple as a hug?

“It wasn’t your fault Lina. Not really.”

“If you say so Wash. Now how about you go to sleep?”

“Yeah. Sleep sounds nice. Donut showed a home video he and Doc made. It was supposed, supp-ta, to be about his farm back on Earth. It was oddly se-”

“I’m sure it was Wash. The video is over now. It’s time to rest.”

“Fiiiine.”

“Good.” Carolina stretches before hanging in the doorway. It was weird being this friendly with people again. Let alone with Washington. She never even expected to know his name let alone care about his health. Yet here they were. Stuck in a galaxy far far away, as the last members of a special unit no one will even remember once they’re dead. She looks out the window to see the stars glittering off the lake. The bright white lights were all that made the planet outside visible right now, and they were dim from the reflection of the hall lights.

The project was destroyed and finally, Washington could relax. She could settle down just like she should have done with York all those years ago

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