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Baby Fever

Tony x reader x Steve x Bucky

Parenting Universe

"Mom?"

"Da?"

"Did you ever think about being a mother again after Ohio?" You asked, internally wincing as your mother froze.

"I didn't stop being a mother after we were separated, dorogoy," Melina said, turning towards you as she leaned against the sink. "I spent all my time keeping you girls safe from what Dreykov wanted to do to you all. And then when he was gone, it didn't feel right to fill that hole." She told you.

"Right." You said slowly, nodding in understanding.

"Besides, I had the pigs. I was busy enough. Why do you ask?" She asked, raising a brow.

"It doesn't matter. It's nothing." You shrugged, focusing on the mug in your hands.

"Don't lie to your mother. She can smell them like bloodhound." Alexi said, entering the kitchen with a bloody bag from the butchers.

"You know me so well." Melina smiled, patting Alexi on the cheek as she took the bag from him. "And yet you never remember the wine." She tsked, moving towards the fridge.

"Ah, not this time!" Alexi exclaimed, pulling a bottle of red wine from behind his back.

"If that was from your pants, I'm not drinking it." You were quick to say.

"Oh hush, is still good." Melina waved you off, kissing Alexi as she took the bottle. "Now, out with it. Why the baby talk? You're not pregnant. Is Peter pregnant?"

"Mama, Peter's a boy."

"I know that I can see, dorogoy, but we don't know all his spider powers, do we?"

"Oh my God, Mom, Peter is not pregnant!" You hid your face in your hands, wishing your sisters would hurry up and get here. "I only asked because the boys and I were talking about maybe adopting another." You admitted with a sigh.

"That's fantastic! Melina, we're going to be grandparents again!" Alexi exclaimed, rushing to pull you into his chest.

"Nothing's set in stone yet, Dad." You groaned as your lungs started to collapse.

"Why not? Malysh, Y/N." He whined.

"We're trying to work things out, Dad. We've still got to ask Peter, and work out logistically how it would work with work, and" You started to explain, only for Melina to wave you off.

"Oh, you think too much. You don't have to think about children. You have children. You have other children. It is life."

"You know we were all technically abducted from an orphanage, right?" You asked, raising a brow.

"The point is life happens, and sometimes you don't have time to think it through," Melina told you.

"Yes, life happens, roll with punches, all good. Now hurry up and decide your mother and I are getting old. We want to meet the new grandbaby. We want to see great-grandbabies. We want to see it all." Alexi said with a clap.

"Great-grandbaby? Is Peter pregnant?" Yelena exclaimed, entering the room with Natasha behind her.

"Someone kill me." You groaned, smacking your head against the table.

"This feels like an intervention." Tony sighed, slipping into a seat beside Bucky.

"You would know." You snorted, sipping your smoothie.

"In all fairness, the last one did work." Bucky pointed out, wrapping his arm around Tony's waist. "He hasn't had raw cookie dough in seven months."

"I miss it."

"Seriously, Tony?" Steve sighed, lifting your legs and placing them on his lap when he sat.

"Oh, lighten up, med." You said, offering the blonde your smoothie as FRIDAY announced Peter's arrival.

"Underoos, take a seat," Tony said, nodding to the bean bag you'd placed before the four of you.

"Okay, if this is about the putty arrows, it was entirely Clint's fault," Peter said, raising his hands innocently. "I told him not to do it. I told him it would piss off people, and he made me help. I am very susceptible to peer pressure,"

"Okay, I am going to stop you right there," Tony said, holding up a hand. "This isn't about the arrows, though we are gonna circle back to that later,"

"And talk about peer pressure," Steve added, causing Peter to groan.

"No more Rappin' with Cap. I've seen enough." Peter complained, collapsing onto the beanbag. "Okay, if it's not the arrows, what did I do wrong this time?"

"Why do you just assume you're in trouble?" You cocked your head.

"Because this feels like an intervention."

"What did I say?"

"Don't yell in my ear, Tones."

"You don't kill people you love. You don't kill people you love. You don't kill people you love." You muttered to yourself, rubbing the space between your eyes as the two continued to argue.

"Getting back on topic," Steve said, causing Bucky and Tony to fall silent. "We just want to get your opinion on something, and we want you to be completely honest with us."

"Honest like we are about Mama's driving, or honest like we are Dad's cooking?"

"You're grounded."

"What's wrong with my cooking?"

"The driving one, kiddo." Bucky chuckled.

"We have been talking, the four of us, and we would like to expand this family. Our family." Steve explained, watching Peter's face carefully.

"You want to have a baby?" Peter gasped. "Wait, no. That doesn't make sense." He said after a second thought.

"Med, we're thinking of adopting." You told the teen.

"And, just for clarity, bud, it's not happening yet," Bucky spoke.

"Yeah, right now, we're just laying the groundwork, seeing what happens." Tony nodded. "And your opinion matters here, so be honest, you know,"

"I'd get to be a big brother?" Peter cut Tony off, looking between the four of you with glassy eyes.

"If that's what you want, of course, med." You nodded.

"I'm gonna be a big brother!" Peter screamed, launching from the beanbag and towards you and Steve. The teen wrapped his arms around both your necks, squeezing you both tightly before moving on to do the same to Tony and Bucky.

"I take it you're okay with this?" Bucky clarified as Tony fake choked.

"Yes!" Peter exclaimed, pulling away. "Are we thinking boy? Girl? Twins? Triplets? Oh! I could make them a suit." He gasped. "I love you guys! I'm really excited, but I gotta call Ned!" He said, blowing kisses before turning on his heel and rushing from the room.

"Well, I guess we have Pete's approval." You smiled, hearing the sound of his door slamming shut.

"See, there was nothing to worry about," Tony said, rising to a stand. "This calls for a celebratory drink, but since I'm sober, who wants coffee?"

"Nat, I need a drink." You huffed, falling face-first onto Natasha's couch.

"You need to get your feet off my couch," Natasha said, wacking your legs with a magazine. "Who raised you and Lena?"

"Murderers." You said, shfting to sit upright.

"Why are you moping? Why are you moping on my floor? I'm trying to watch my movie." Natasha sighed.

"Well, I can't mope in my room because Steve's doing some mindfulness meditation yoga bullshit that's making me question my marriage to him in there." You said, running your hand over your face. "And Tony's hiding in the lab, and Bucky took Pete to the Lego store, so you're all I've got."

"Alright. Alright." Natasha said, pausing her movie to turn to you. "What happened?"

"We got another rejection letter." You sighed, letting your head hit the back of the couch. "No one wants us to adopt."

"Well, that's bullshit. Why?" Natasha asked, moving towards her drinks cart.

"One wouldn't take us because of Tony's past, another for me and Buck's, a lot said no because we're poly, and there's a few that won't take us because we're avengers." You told your sister as she poured two drinks.

"That's the stupidest thing I've ever heard." She said, handing you your drink.

"To be fair a lot of people are dead because of me."

"Oh yes, terrorists and murderers. A lot of human traffickers on that list as well."

"Nat,"

"What have we talked about?" Natasha cut you off, taking your free hand. "C'mon, say it."

"For as much bad as we've done, we're trying to do the same good." You sighed, trying to believe your words meant something.

"Look, every reason they have listed is bullshit, and I'm surprised Tony's not suing to be honest," Natasha told you.

"Steve's handling the lawyers." You said before downing your drink. The burn a familiar and comforting feeling.

"It's probably for the best." Natasha hummed. "I don't get it. There weren't this many problems with Pete."

"We were his legal guardians. May made it very clear in her will." You shook your head. "According to the lawyers, it would have been a lot harder without that."

"Look, Y/N, you guys are great parents, which is surprising given how you all grew up,"

"Buck and Steve had stable childhoods."

"As stable as it could have been in the forties, sure." Natasha amended. "But you four are good parents. Peter loves you, and you are doing better than your best to keep him alive and in school. There are other adoption agencies, and any kid would be lucky to have the five of you."

"Thanks. I love you, Nat." You said, leaning over to hug your sister.

"Love you too," Natasha said, patting your back. "You want to get drunk and watch the rest of this with me?"

"God, yes."

"I'm ready to just call it a year." Bucky sighed, laying his head on your lap.

"It's March, med." You reminded the brunette as you tangled your fingers in his hair.

"It's been March for six years." He groaned.

"I know." You sighed. "You think either of them are going to come down for lunch?"

"Steve was still on the phone with the lawyers when I checked." Bucky shook his head. "He was starting on the risking our lives tangent so he'll be a while."

"Tony had three cars pulled apart when I went to check on him." You said, causing Bucky to roll his eyes.

"Married life. You feel the bliss yet?" Bucky asked, causing you to chuckle.

"Well, I think it's too late to leave ya, so I must love you lot."

"Mom? Pops?" Bucky pulled himself upright and the two of you turned to see Peter hovering in the doorway.

"Hey, bud. I thought you were out with Ned." Bucky said, gesturing for the teen to come in.

"I was, but it looks like he got what his sister had last week because he upchucked halfway through the movie," Peter said, settling onto the recliner beside the couch.

"Hm, lovely." You wrinkled your nose.

"Yeah, but at least it wasn't on my lap this time, like when we went to Coney Island. So, that's something." Peter shrugged as Bucky chuckled.

"Your Dad wasn't exactly thrilled to have you in the car after that one."

"Well, I'd let you into my car, but I wouldn't be thrilled." You told the teen.

"Your Ma doesn't like vomit." Bucky teased.

"No, I don't. And I'll thank you to keep that to yourself. I don't need terrorists finding that out and vomiting on me." You shuddered, poking Bucky's side before turning to Peter. "Well, since you're home, you want to have lunch with us?"

"Yeah, sure. Are Dad and Pa going to join us?" Peter wondered.

"I don't think so, bud," Bucky said after hesitating. Peter frowned at the words but didn't say anything.

"Pete, everything okay?"

"I wanted to ask, is everything okay?" Peter asked, causing you and Bucky to share a look.

"What do you mean, dorogoy?"

"It's just that it's been a while since we talked about you guys adopting, and nothing's happened, but you seem upset," Peter said, shifting uncomfortably.

"Come sit, kid," Bucky said, shifting and patting the space between the two of you. Your arm wrapped around his shoulders, and Peter relaxed into your side.

"There are just a few people who aren't exactly keen to let us adopt, but it's alright, it's just a couple of setbacks. We're working through it." Bucky explained, placing his hand on yours.

"I'm sorry." Peter frowned

"There's nothing to be sorry for, Pete. It's not your fault." You promised, squeezing the teen's shoulder.

"I know, but I know that you wanted this," Peter said, looking between you both. "I know you wanted a family."

"We have a family, and we love our family." You promised, kissing the side of his head. "Having another child was just an idea." You added, sharing a sad look with Bucky.

"Yeah, just a thought. But we're pretty happy with how things are right now." Bucky told the teen, pulling him into a side hug.

"You know what? I am going to get the boys. Family lunch, no excuses." You said, jumping to a stand and rushing from the room.

When you were safely in the elevator, and the doors closed behind you, you allowed yourself to curl in on yourself and let out a half-sob.

It was just an idea.

Life continued to move on. Six months later, you, Tony, Steve and Bucky came to an uneasy acceptance of the situation and, for the most part, put it behind you.

You had the Avengers, your family, Peter, and each other and that was all that mattered.

And unfortunately for you all, the world still needed your help.

"Spider-Man, I swear if you jump in front of another bullet, you are so grounded." Tony snapped over the coms. "I'm too young to have another heart attack."

"It's not my fault. I'm trying to neutralize like you asked me to. I didn't ask to be shot at." Peter snarked, causing laughter to be heard over the gunfire as Tony gasped.

"Sass back! Oh, you are so grounded!"

"If you two are done, I found an exposed vent. I'm going in." You interrupted the two.

"Exposed? That sounds risky, doll." Steve worried.

"Oh, it wasn't exposed before now, don't worry." You said, shimming into the hole you'd created.

"Oh yeah, because blowing a hole in the wall is real subtle." You could just hear Tony rolling his eyes.

"Unlike you, Tones, I don't blow holes in walls." You said, slowly crawling through the vent.

"Damn, Stark, what did you get up to in your playboy days?"

"Y/N, there's a heat signiture coming from your left." Bruce spoke, watching through FRIDAY and guiding people where he could.

"You see anything weird up there, all knowing one?" You asked, turning left.

"It's a small heat signiture if that counts." Bruce said as you came up to a grate. You kept just behind the vent for a moment, trying to hear if anyone was outside, but when you heard nothing, you ventured to peak through the mesh.

"There's a lot of blankets out there." You frowned, seeing nothing else in the sparse room.

"Maybe it's just a rat." Steve suggested as you watched a blanket move and something peek out.

"Oh shit." You swore, quickly pulling the vent free and jumping to the ground.

"What, you scared of a little rat, Y/N?" Clint teased as you knelt down.

"Shut the fuck up, Barton." You swore, staring unblinking at the bundle before you. "I'm gonna need medical and some help in here."

"Y/N, what happened?"

"On my way, Mama."

"Speak to us, Y/N."

"There's a baby here. A live one." You said as the baby before you started to cry.

"Live?"

"There's a lot that aren't." You said, reaching out to pull the baby into your arms and shield them from the sight. "Someone's gonna have to call Xavier. I think these were all mutant children." You said, brushing tears from the baby's blue skin.

"I'll handle it," Bruce assured you as you started to bounce the baby soothingly.

"It's okay, malen'kiy. You're safe. I have you." You hushed, fixing the blanket with one hand. "No one I don't know is coming through that door, okay? Anyone bad tries to touch you again, and I will shoot them." You promised.

"It's not what you say to a baby, Y/N."

The baby let out a snuffling sound as it reached a hand from the blanket and rested it on your collarbone.

And for the first time in so many years, you wereactually surprised at what happened next.

"Holy fuck."

"The files definitely indicate female at birth," Tony said, placing the manilla back on the table. "So we can stop calling her it."

"FRIDAY, did the files help turn up on any living family?" You asked as Bucky played got your nose with the baby in your hold.

"No boss spider." FRIDAY replied. "I found the death certificates for an Elijiah, Mila and Raven Darkholme as well as the burial plots for Elijiah and Mila."

"I'm going with they faked Raven's death certificate." Bucky commented.

"I have also concluded the same for the six other children found today." FRIDAY informed you all.

"I hate HYDRA." Peter shivered, looking down to Raven who had taken his thumb and was getting salivia all over it.

"Well the social worker said she can stay with us until they find a home to take her." Steve said, reentering the room. "She said it might take longer than normal."

"What? Why?"

"There's not a lot of orphanages for mutants, Pete." You said, smiling when the baby made her hair look like yours.

"Yeah, unsurprisingly she had space until I mentioned that part." Steve shook his head, sitting on the coffee table before you. "Doesn't Charles have space for her?"

"Wheels doesn't have a space for babies yet," Tony said, reaching out to take the baby from you. "You're holding her wrong."

"We'll have to order some supplies." You commented, laughing when Raven copied Tony's goatee.

"How are we supposed to know how much we need in supplies?" Bucky asked, looking to Steve, who frowned.

"Depends on how much the social worker was exaggerating." Steve scowled.

"So, she just goes into the system?" Peter asked, causing you all to turn to him. "Into a home where there's no one like her? Where she may not even get adopted?" He clenched his fists.

"Pete," Tony started, stepping closer.

"It's not fair, Dad." Peter shook his head.

"We know, dorogoy." You said, reaching out to take his hand. "That's why they want her to stay here until they can find her a home with other mutants. So she doesn't grow up alone."

"Why can't you take her?" Peter asked, causing the four of you to look between each other.

"We can't just claim a child, Peter." Steve shook his head. "She's not a lost pen."

"No, but you could adopt her. Like you did me."

"Pete,"

"She deserves a family who'll love her, and you've always made me feel loved."

"Aw, kiddo."

"And you know she wouldn't be alone in this family. We're all different kinds of different."

"Well, you do eat cereal on the ceiling."

"And I would be the best big brother. I'll teach her to love Star Wars, the perfect amount of butter to put on popcorn, and I'll teach her all the best ways to avoid FRIDAY for when she's a teenager."

"You know, you were doing real great until you got to that, right?"

"You took me in when I had no family left, and you gave me a family. Why can't we give that to her?" Peter asked, smiling when Raven let out a coo.

For a moment, you all stayed silent. Contemplating Peter's words before,

"You know I don't go to church much anymore, but ma would call this a blessing." Steve commented. "She would call her a little blessing." He nodded to the baby in Tony's arms.

"No matter where she goes, HYDRA will be after her." Bucky murmured, placing his hands under his chin. "We could keep her safe. Try to give her a childhood that they can't take from her."

"Buck." Tony gently handed Peter Raven as he sat beside Bucky, wrappping his arms around the super-soldier.

"Dad? What do you think?" Peter asked, adjusting his hold on Raven.

"I think she grows a better beard than you do, and you're almost seventeen." Tony was quick to quip.

"Dad,"

"Look, this is what we wanted, right? To give you a sibling? To expand our family? Why are we looking the gifthorse in the mouth?" Tony shook his head. "I say we take the chance. It may be our last one."

"Mama?" Peter turned to you.

"When I got out of the Red Room, I knew I could never have children after what they did to us. And I didn't think after all we've done, that I deserved any." You admitted, staring at the wall behind Peter's head, where a photo from your last beach trip hung proudly.

"Mama,"

"But you changed my mind." You said, looking to Peter with a smile. "You are my child, and I would burn the world down if you asked me to, and as soon as that little girl looked at me with those same trusting eyes, I knew I would do the same for her."

"Y/N?"

"Call the lawyers in the morning. They can start making arrangments." You smiled, reaching out to take Raven from Peter. "I guess this is welcome home, malen'kiy."

"Y/N!"

"Be quiet, Alexi!"

"Don't hit, Melina! Yelena, you see the abuse your mother heaps on me?"

"Please get him to lower everything." You sighed, looking to the bedroom door.

"Why? He's your father." Tony smirked, coming up behind you and wrapping his arms around your waist.

"Your father-in-law. I didn't have a choice, you had a choice." You said, leaning into the hold.

"You love him."

"I love him, but if he wakes Raven, I will kill him." You promised, causing Tony to chuckle.

"Go, I got this." Tony said, kissing you before heading towards the sound of your other family.

It had been two months since that fateful day you had found Raven and your family had been completed. Surprisingly, everything had gone smoothly with the adoption.

Your heart hurt to think of the children like Raven who were struggling to find a home, so you, along with the Avengers were working with Charles Xaviers school to make this less of a reality.

And now you were free to watch your children together and only allow yourself to feel happiness.

Both your children lived in rooms down the hall from you, Peter a little further down because no mater how much you soundproofed his room, sometimes he could still hear the four of you.

And while you were happy that meant you'd always hear Raven cry, you worried that Pete would still have to to.

As you neared Raven's room, you heard a familiar sniffling but before you could enter the room intent on drying your daughters tears, you heard something that made your heart swell.

"It's alright." Peter cooed. "Dedushka is pretty loud, but he makes up for it with pretty great hugs. Babushuka's probably already warned him to be careful with you, so you don't have to worry about crushed ribs." You peaked around the doorway to see Peter holding Raven and making faces at her.

Raven let out a laugh as she attached her hands to Peter's face, taking on his hair and eye color.

"You know, I don't like loud things either, but we'll talk to Dad, and he'll be able to make something for you like he did for me." Peter said, bouncing back and forth. "Did you know our family are superheroes? Yeah! They save the world. They saved you and they saved me too in a way. And you know what, this family is never going to let anything happen to you.

We're really lucky, you and me. We got picked by the best family because no matter what we do, they're always gonna love us. And I meant it when I promised to be the best big brother. You are never going to hate me a day in your life, and I am always going to be here."

Peter finished his speech by pressing a kiss to Raven's hairline, causing her to flash him a big gummy smile.

"Should we tell Mama we know she's in the doorway?" Peter asked, turning to face you with a smirk. "You're slipping, Mama."

"Not a spy here." You shook your head. "Just a very happy mother." You smiled, walking over to embrace your children. "I love you, Pete."

"Love you too, mama."

"And I love you, malen'kiy, but I do have to make you suffer through your dedushka." You spoke to Raven in a high pitched tone.

"You love dedushka." Peter accused as the two of you made your way to the living room.

"I do, but it's fun to tease him."

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Lady Loki Cosplay

I finally got all the pieces together for my Lady Loki cosplay!

I'm actually pretty proud of this (:

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TikTok

I started a new account on TikTok. This one is purely dedicated to marvel and my nerdy collecting. I'm making cosplay content, I'm still a beginner but I'm having fun, showcasing funko pops and just me having fun.

If you want to have fun with me and show your love of marvel as well please follow me @ https://www.tiktok.com/@c0micpaig3

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Children

Wanda x reader x Peter

When you were a child, you pictured your life going the way many orphans dreamed of.

Idealistically.

You dreamed of a family picking you, wanting you, and bringing you to a home filled with love and maybe a dog. The white picket fence lifestyle.

When HYDRA picked you, you had been unaware at the time, as had the seventy-four other children, how quickly that dream would shatter.

And, suddenly, the dream became making it to the end of the week.

Surviving the experiments, the torture, and living just a little while longer. Though some days you prayed for death more so than life.

When the Avengers raided the facility just after your fourteenth birthday, and the seventy-fourth child died, you thought you were dreaming.

Even now, two years later, there were days you were sure this was all some sick dream. That you would wake up back in your cell with no chance of a future.

But you didn't.

Instead, you woke up in your room in the Tower with your big windows, open doors, and a family waiting for you a couple of floors down.

Right now, you had no big dreams for the rest of your life. You did not plan out as you had when you didn't know better.

For now, you were living and enjoying the days as they came.

And you weren't going to let anyone take that from you.

"Nat, give me back the foundation!" You huffed, putting your hands on your hips.

"No. You don't need it. So you can't have it." Natasha told you firmly.

"You know I can just take it from you, right?" You asked, staring at the woman who'd resorted to standing on your bed.

"And I'll kick your ass. Point?" Natasha raised a brow.

"Nat, I don't have a scarf, and my hair won't cover this." You gestured to your neck. "It's ugly."

"It's a battle scar, and they're never ugly." Natasha corrected you, jumping to the floor. "You got this saving Steve's ass. You don't have anything to hide." She said, brushing the hair from your neck.

"But,"

"But?"

"What if Wanda and Pete don't like it?" You asked, touching the still tender cut.

"Okay, first of all, those two are usually covered in worse than this, okay? And second of all, they won't care." Natasha said, cupping your face in her hands.

"Yeah?"

"They asked you on this date after you'd been sparing with Steve." Natasha reminded you. "You were sweaty and out of breath,"

"I didn't smell great."

"Probably not. But they still asked you." Natasha said. "You look beautiful, and they're not going to know what to do with themselves."

"Are you sure?" You asked, anxiety making a mess of your stomach.

"Yes," Natasha promised, kissing your temple. "Now, are you ready to watch their jaws drop?"

Non-reader POV

"You two look nice." Steve smiled as Wanda and Peter entered the living room. "Big night on the town?"

"Can you sound any more like a dad, Steve?" Bucky groaned.

"You bring Wanda back by eleven, Parker." Clint reminded the vigilante. "I know where you live, and I know how to get in."

"I stand corrected," Bucky muttered.

"You know we're sixteen, right?" Wanda raised a brow at the archer.

"Oh, it's so cute when they think sixteen is grown up," Tony said, sitting beside Clint.

"Yeah, well, they go from sixteen to seventeen to eighteen, to out of your life pretty quickly." Clint sighed.

"Isn't your oldest thirteen?" Peter cocked his head.

"The oldest that I know of," Clint said, a shiver running down his spine.

"Anyway," Tony shook his head. "Where are you two off tonight? Do you want to borrow a car? Or Happy?"

"We're okay, Mr Stark. We don't need a car or Happy." Peter was quick to tell the man who was already getting his phone out. "We're going to the restaurant just down the street."

"Ooh, the good one with the good gelato?" Bucky groaned. "Stevie, get me some gelato." He said, hitting the blonde's arm.

"Get your own gelato, punk."

"The place down the street needs a reservation on Friday nights. Aren't you two cutting it close?" Tony asked.

"We have twenty minutes before we need to be there." Peter shook his head.

"We're just waiting on Y/N," Wanda added.

"I thought you were going on a date?" Bucky cocked his head.

"We are. With Y/N." Peter said, grabbing Wanda's hand as he stared nervously at the Avengers before them.

"Well, shit. I lost that bet."

"Yeah, I had June on the books."

"You bet on us?" Wanda scoffed.

"Ignore them. Congratulations."

"Just remember, kid. If you hurt either of them, we know where you live." Clint threatened, despite the smile on his face.

"Oh, please. My kid is a gentleman." Tony scoffed. "And, in a move very similar to me but doubled, he's picked two women who'll kick his ass for us if he does anything stupid."

"Ahem." Natasha's voice startled the men on the couch, causing them to turn. "If you lot are done, Peter, Wanda, ta-da," Natasha said, stepping aside.

Y/N stood a couple of paces behind where Natasha had been, and Wanda and Peter's jaws dropped.

"Y/N, you look stunning." Wanda smiled, moving towards the girl.

"Thank you." Y/N blushed. "Sorry, I'm late. Nat had to help me with my hair."

"You're not late." Peter was quick to assure. "We're early. Like so early. We probably rushed a little bit, but we were also nervous. But you could probably tell that because now I'm rambling,"

"Pete," Wanda said, taking the spider's hand with hers. "Breathe."

"Sorry," Peter said after a second to a giggling Y/N.

"It's okay. I'm used to it." She smiled. "You both look really nice. You even match." She pointed to Wanda's dress and Peter's matching bowtie. "I should've asked about the dress code."

"Well, we actually thought about that," Wanda said, using her magic to float a plastic container over to the three of them. "Peter found this, and we thought it might be cute."

"But if you don't want it you totally don't have to wear it," Peter said as Y/N opened the container and gently picked up the red corsage.

"No, I love it." She assured the two. "Help me put it on?" She held out her hand.

"Please, tell me you're filming this." Steve broke the moment. "This is adorable."

"No filming." Wanda groaned.

"Alright, you three better get out of here before one of this lot gets out a camera," Natasha said, ushering the teens to the elevator.

"Be good!"

"Have fun!"

"Be home by eleven!"

"Make good choices!"

Reader POV

"Phil, I appreciate being considered for this, but,"

"It's suicidal." Bucky cut in, scowling at the file in his hand. "She's not going."

"Barnes, you can't make that decision for her." Phil sighed.

"I don't want to do this, Phil." You told the agent. "I'm not an agent. I'm not trained for this. It's nice of Fury to consider me,"

"Nice? He wants you to do this on your own, knowing you have no formal training and that you're a child." The soldier scoffed, throwing the file onto the table and wrapping an arm around your shoulder. "If you try and take her, I will take you out." He said, dead-staring the agent in the eyes.

"No one is going to take anyone," Phil promised, raising his hands. "I'm passing on Fury's offer, that's all."

"That's all?" Bucky raised a brow.

"That's all." Phil nodded. "And since you've made it clear how you feel, I'll be on my way." He added, rising to his feet.

"I'm really sorry, Phil." You told the agent.

"You have nothing to be sorry for, kid." Phil shook his head. "I'll let Fury know your decision." He said before making his way out.

"Thanks for standing up for me, Buck." You said, turning to the man who gave you a smile.

"Anytime, small fry." He knocked your shoulder. "C'mon, let's get you a cupcake."

"You're such a cheater!"

"Just because you don't know the rules."

"We know the rules. You're the one not playing by them."

"The rules of MASH are clear. You have to put a different people for your future spouse." Peter told Wanda.

"And you have to put them individually." You added.

"But this way, I get to have you both. I win, you win, it's fine." Wanda waved a hand. "Besides, you want to talk about cheating and not following the rules? Then who's the one who put a draw two on a draw four?"

"You can!" You exclaimed, throwing your hands in the air. "It's somewhere in the rules. I read it once."

"In a dream, maybe." Peter scoffed. "That is nowhere in the rules, and we are not having this argument again."

"Why, because you know I'm right?" You challenged the spider.

"How did we get to this? We were talking about Wanda cheating." Peter reminded you.

"I am not cheating. I am just making sure I get the future I want." Wanda shrugged.

"Alright, maybe this is not the best game for us to be playing." You sighed, running a hand through your hair. "What's next on your list of things Wanda missed out on?" You turned to Peter.

"I have a list of movies, snack concoctions, a rebellious phase was added,"

"And achieved, I'd say." Wanda cut Peter off. "Why do we have a list again?"

"You wrote the list. You even added 'have a happy childhood' to the top. Which, just proves you've been spending too much time with MJ." You reminded her.

"You know what's not on that list?" Wanda asked as she took the notepad from Peter's hand. "Spend a day with you both."

"I think we've accomplished that many times over," Peter commented.

"Well, don't they say you should always repeat that which you love?"

"Oh, is that why we always end up doing that one position?" You snarked, causing Wanda to snort and Peter to burn red.

"Y/N, you can't say that! Someone might hear you!" Peter hissed, his head snapping to the door as if someone were going to bust through it.

"The only other two apartments on this floor are Nat's and Steve's, and they're out being adults." Wanda reminded Peter.

"What's the matter, Peter? You can do the act, but you can't say it?" You teased.

"I can say it."

"Then say it. Sex."

"Y/N."

"Sex, sex, sex, sex, sex-" You chanted before letting out a squeal as Peter launched across Wanda and tackled you to the bed.

"Peter, don't break the bed again!" Wanda squealed as she ended up smooshed between you and Peter.

"That was an accident!"

"And Steve still won't let us hear the end of it."

"And do you really want to go to Tony and tell him you broke another bed?"

"No." Peter burned redder than before. "I do not want to have that conversation again." He said, laying down atop the two of you.

"So, what? You're just going to use us as pillows for the day?" You asked, running your fingers through his curls.

"Yep."

"Well, that crosses that off the bucket list." Wanda smiled at you.

"Nice work." Maria complimented, pushing off the doorframe and moving towards where you sat on the ground.

"Not good enough to win." You huffed, glaring at Clint, who sat opposite, not out of breath in the slightest.

"I've had decades of training, kid. If you'd won, it's because I let you." Clint said, nudging your foot with his.

"And if not for that reason, there'd be a problem," Maria added, sitting beside you. "So, Fury sent me to talk to you."

"Oh my God, seriously?" You groaned, flinging yourself back on the mat. "He knows I'm ignoring him and his emails for a reason, right?"

"That's why he sent me," Maria told you.

"Yeah, well, respectfully, Hill, you can go back to Fury and tell him she's not going on his mission," Clint said, narrowing his eyes at his friend as he shifted to sit at your side.

"Don't worry, Barton. I already told him." Maria assured the archer. "Every time he's asked me to come and talk to Y/N, I've reminded him she's already given her answer."

"Persisitent fucker." Clint muttered, glaring at the ground. "So, you came here to get him off your back?"

"That and warn you." Maria nodded, looking at you. "He wants you on this mission, kid. I don't know why, but he's not going to stop trying to get you to say yes."

"He can't make me go on this mission, can he?" You asked, looking between the adults.

"He'll get an arrow in his ass if he tries," Clint promised you, wrapping an arm around your shoulder.

"You're not a SHIELD agent, Y/N. Not even a trainee. Fury can't make you do anything." Maria added. "Even actual agents have the option to say no."

"Right." You nodded, but you weren't convinced.

"Hey, kid, why don't you hit the showers?" Clint suggested. "You've done enough for the day."

"No, I can keep training." You insisted, jumping to a stand. "I'm good."

"Yeah, well, I'm beat," Clint said. "How about you hit the showers, and after, we'll go for a walk and pick up a pie?"

"Can we take Lucky with us?

"What kind of question is that? Of course, we're taking the dog." Clint chuckled. "Hell, we'll even take Hill with us."

"I am not paying for your pizza, Barton."

"You crossed the line!"

"Did not!"

"What do you call that? That's the goddam line, Stark!"

"Watch your language! There are children here!"

"Yeah, watch your fucking language, Grandpa!" You snickered as the adults bickered.

"Kids, what's the verdict?" Bruce sighed, looking over to the couch where you, Wanda and Peter sat.

"According to the rules of Wii Bowling," Peter started, reading off his phone.

"And the rules of real bowling," Wanda added.

"Mr Stark's roll is technically disqualified," Peter said, looking up at his mentor with a frown. "Sorry, Mr. Stark."

"This is bullshit." Tony huffed, collapsing onto a couch with Natasha. "What's the number for Nintendo? I'm calling them and getting them to change the rules."

"What are you going to do? Buy the company and rewrite the rules yourself?" Clint scoffed.

"I'm gonna buy the company and rewrite the rules myself." Tony nodded.

"Nat, please take your turn now before he tries to rewrite history." You groaned.

"Step aside, boys," Natasha said, rising to a stand. "I'm gonna kick Barton to the bottom of the scoreboard."

"We're on the same team!"

"In real life too." A voice from the doorway spoke, causing everyone's heads to snap up.

Nick Fury stood in the doorway, looking unimpressed at the scene before him.

"This is what you do when you're not on missions?" The man raised a brow. "You know, you could be training."

"And this is why you're never invited to game night, sourpuss." Tony huffed, watching the director stalk forward.

"You've been ignoring my emails, Miss L/N," Fury said, dropping the file in his hands on the table before you.

"I thought I'd made my point loud and clear," You said, sitting upright. "Perhaps you'd like to borrow one of Clint's hearing aids, and I can say it again." You added, causing several of the adults in the room to chuckle.

"I need you to take this mission. I need you to be ready to leave tomorrow morning." Fury ignored your comment.

"No." You said, crossing your arms.

"I have asked nicely, L/N. Don't make me ask again."

"You better not be threatening one of those kids in my tower, Fury." Tony narrowed his eyes at the man.

"L/N here has a duty to the rest of the world. She could do a lot of good with her powers and yet she refuses to."

"I don't have a duty to anyone." You said, rising to a stand. "I am a child, and my only 'duty' at this point is to finish high school and be a kid."

"Your childhood ended the day HYDRA started to experiment on you."

"That's a fair point. However, I'm still sixteen. I'm healing from a traumatic experience, and I'm making up for lost time." You said, crossing your arms. "I'm not an Avenger, Nick. And I'm not one of your agents. I'm a child."

"I started the Avengers. I assembled the team that saved your life. The team that gave you a home, a team of therapists, and a new life." Fury told you. "Most in your position would be more grateful."

"Grateful." You laughed. "You think me working my ass off to heal, to learn how to be a person for this team, isn't good enough?

Do you think the hours I put into training, both in hand-to-hand and with my own powers, isn't proof of how thankful I am? You think the fact I didn't jump off the roof that first night here and join the rest of those who were experimented on isn't me being fucking grateful?" You snapped, narrowing your eyes at the older man.

"L/N,"

"I am grateful to be alive, to have found a family, friends, and even people I love." You said, letting your hands drop to your side. You let out a smile when you felt Wanda and Peter take your hands. "I don't work for you or SHIELD. I'm not even a real Avenger. I'm a child whose fight or flight instincts don't work." You continued.

"L/N,"

"I am a child. Not your weapon." You continued to ignore Fury. "I'm not one of your agents who cower at the sight of you. I'm not a robot who does what you tell it. I'm a fucking child!" You snapped.

"Well, maybe Maximoff or Parker would be willing to take your place," Fury said, and you felt your blood boil.

"You don't get it do you?" You scoffed. "We're all fucking children! Cleaning up the mess you made of the world so we have a chance at a future.

None of us asked for this. None of us asked to go through the amount of pain we have in our short lives. The only thing we were supposed to worry about was graduating, getting a job, and having enough money to survive one more day.

But no. You ruined the world, you create problem upon problem and hide them away thinking someone else will fix it. Tell me, do the agents who you sent to their deaths, weigh on your mind? Do you think about the lives you've ruined at all?

I am not going to be one of those lives, Fury. I will finish school, I will go to college and graduate with a degree that means I get to help people. And then I will decide if I become an Avenger. And I will do this with my family behind me and the people I love at my side.

Because at the end of the day, you have made the world a mess. No matter what path any of us take, we will end up trying to fix your mess. Because, even when you are gone, and no one remembers your name or gives a shit about who you were, we will be here. And we will leave the world in a better way than you ever would have." You finished your rant, breathing deeply, as you stared at the now silent director.

"Well, shit, kid." Clint whistled. "You tell him."

"Very articulate, malen'kiy pauk." Natasha smiled.

"None of us could have put it better," Steve added, with Bruce nodding along.

"Now that Y/N's thoroughly destroyed you, pirate. Let me add my piece." Tony said, moving to stand at your side. "You will not be taking any of these kids on any mission. I guarantee if you try to do anything to any of our kids, the Avengers will make you regret ever breathing in their presence. We will destroy you and everything you hold dear. Now, get out of my Tower."

"Fine." Fury huffed after a minute. Without another word the director spun on his heel and stromed from the room.

"FRIDAY, be a doll and make sure he leaves." Tony asked as you collapsed back between Wanda and Peter.

"That was amazing, dorogoy." Wanda whispered, pressing a kiss to your temple. "We're so proud of you."

"I wish I had that on camera to show everyone how badass you are." Peter grinned, wrapping his arms around you. "I loved every minute of that."

"Thanks." You whispered, smiling at the two. "When he said he would get the two of you to go on that mission, I just got so angry. I love you two, and I don't want to ever see you hurt."

"And we love you." Peter promised, kissing your cheek.

"And nothing's going to happen to any of us. We're stronger together." Wanda agreed, pressing her lips to your temple.

"I wish I had a camera for this." Steve once again ruined the moment.

"Steve!"

"Alright, enough with the emotional stuff. Kids, very cute. Y/N, brilliant take down, now back to bowling."

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A Taste of Heaven

This is my first attempt at smut. Be gentle, not like Lily or Bel were though.

Lily x OC x Bel

As soon as the three were through the doorframe, Bel had tossed both women onto the bed.

Calla let out a startled squeal as she landed against Lily's chest.

"Omph," Lily grunted before wrapping her arms around the blonde's waist. "We're gonna have to work on that one." She said, dragging her hands up to cup the blonde's breasts through her shirt.

"Shit, Lil!" Calla gasped as the redhead squeezed, her hips bucking of their own accord.

"I think someone's got a pain kink," Bel smirked, situating himself on Calla's hips.

"Well, we can work with that." Lily hummed, squeezing the woman's breasts tighter.

As the blonde whimpered, Bel took the opportunity to attach his lips to hers once more.

One of Calla's arms snaked its way around Bel's neck as the other reached behind her to cup Lily's cheek.

Calla thought she was getting lost between the two. Between Lily biting at her neck and Bel's bruising kisses, the blonde's mind was becoming blank.

A small rip dragged her out of her mind, and looking down, she saw that Bel had ripped at her shirt.

"Oops." The demon said, despite not looking sorry in the slightest. "Well, it's ruined now. So," Bel shrugged before pulling the ruined material from her form.

The dark green bra Calla had chosen that morning stood out starkly against her pale skin and caused both demon and woman to stare at her hungrily.

"Fuck, baby." Lily breathed, taking Calla by the chin and smashing their lips together. As the two women fought for dominance, Lily winning easily, Bel preoccupied himself with pulling off his own tee before lowering himself against the blonde.

Bel attached his lips to Calla's collarbone, sucked at her nipples through her bra and continued on his trail down until he made it to the top of her skirt.

"Wait." Calla panted, pulling away from Lily, and Bel was quick to oblige.

"Do you want us to stop?" Lily asked, afraid they'd gone too far too fast.

"No, don't you dare." Calla shook her head. "You're both just wearing too many clothes." She said, causing the two to smile.

"What did we do to deserve you?" Bel asked, gently kissing the woman as Lily ripped off her shirt, her bra being quick to follow.

Bel pulled back from Calla before shimming out of his jeans, kneeling before the two in nothing more than his boxers.

"This has to go too," Lily said, unhooking Calla's bra and leaving her top half bare.

"Stunning." Bel breathed, attaching his lips to Calla's left nipple, a whimper leaving the blonde's throat as she thrust her chest further into his face.

Calla felt Lily move out from behind her, and when she glanced up, she saw the redhead stripping her lower half.

"Switch, baby," Lily said, tapping Bel on the shoulder.

The demon was quick to follow the woman's instructions, shifting to sit behind the blonde as Lily moved between her legs.

Bel began to massage both the blonde's breasts gently as his tail idly traced lines along her stomach. His caressing touch sent a dull ache throughout Calla's body, and she found her hips shifting.

"When's the last time someone touched you, princess?" Bel asked, tweaking Calla's nipples as Lily spread her legs.

"Wait, aren't you going to take my skirt off?" Calla ignored the demon as she looked down at Lily.

"Maybe later. I've fantasised about hiding under it for long enough I'm not waiting any longer." Lily smirked, moving beneath the fabric.

"She's not kidding." Bel chuckled before squeezing the nipple's between his fingers roughly, the blonde mewling. "You didn't answer my question, princess."

"Last year." Calla gasped. "One of the incubi and I were bored, and I was lonely." She said as she felt Lily kissing her way up from her ankles to her inner thighs.

"I bet he didn't make you feel good."

"And if he did?" Calla asked, yelping when Lily sunk her teeth into her inner thigh.

"Then your definition of good is about to change," Lily briefly appeared before disappearing under Calla's long skirt once more.

Calla felt Lily's teeth scraping against her skin, sending a shiver down her spine, causing her to bump into Bel's erection before she felt her panties being dragged free.

"Fuck." Calla moaned, bucking her hips when Lily pushed three fingers inside her, a wet squelch echoing throughout the room.

"She's good with her fingers, isn't she?" Bel chuckled, his tail dipping below the waistband of Calla's skirt.

"Hm-Hm," Calla whined, bucking into Lily's touch.

"You're absolutely soaked," Bel commented, listening to the sounds of Lily's fingers playing with Calla.

"I need more." Calla half-whined, half-panted.

"Your wish is our command," Lily muttered against Calla's lips before her tongue joined her fingers.

Calla let out a strangled gasp before letting out a loud 'fuck!' when Bel's tail touched her clit.

With the combination of Lily's mouth, her fingers consistently digging into her g-spot, and the feel of Bel's tail against her clit, it wasn't long before Calla was cumming.

Bucking into Lily's face as she cried out, Lily pressed her arm against Calla's hips, continuing to eat her out through her orgasm.

When Lily emerged from beneath Call's skirt, the bottom half of her face was soaked, and she was wearing a cocky grin.

"Delicious." She licked her lips.

"Share." Bel pouted, and Lily crawled up to sit on Calla's stomach before offering the demon her fingers.

Bel was quick to take them in his mouth, letting out a sinful groan as he did so.

As Bel sucked at Lily's fingers, Lily began to slowly drag her pussy against Calla's stomach, her slick smearing against Calla's pale skin.

Unable to resist, Calla snaked one around Lily's waist as the fingers of her other found Lily's clit.

Lily let out a gasp, grinding down on Calla's fingers and pushing the blonde back into Bel.

Bel groaned, bucking his hips into the small of Calla's back.

"Think you can do hands and knees?" Bel grunted in Calla's ear, his hold tightening on the blonde's waist as Lily continued to ride Calla's fingers.

Calla nodded, and Lily was quick to move off the woman, breathing heavily as she did so.

Bel moved out from behind the blonde, standing as he pulled his boxers off. Calla's eyes immediately widened as she stared at the demon's cock.

Just a shade darker than the rest of his skin, Bel's cock stood proudly at what must have been eleven inches.

"I don't know if that's gonna fit," Calla said, staring down at the erection albeit nervously.

"You trust me?" Bel asked, giving her a soft smile.

That was the only part of him that was soft at this given moment.

"Yes." The blonde nodded.

"I'll be gentle," Bel promised before moving behind her and helping her into her position.

Lily moved in front of Calla, laying back with her legs spread wide as she began to play with her glistening pussy.

"You want to give me a hand here, fairy?" Lily smirked, gesturing the blonde forward with a finger.

Calla gave the redhead a smile before burying herself between Lily's legs.

Bel began to play with Calla's pussy as the blonde sucked at Lily's clit.

Lily's hands tangled themselves in the blonde's hair, letting out a groan as the blonde stroked her inner thighs.

As Calla sucked hungrily on Lily, Bel's fingers disappeared from Calla's entrance before he thrust harshly into her.

Calla's moan was muffled by Lily's legs tightening around her face.

The feeling of her pussy stretching around Bel's thick cock burned for a moment, but when the sting subsided, she found her eyes rolling in the back of her head at the sensation.

But still, even as Bel began to fuck into her, Calla did not stray from the task before her.

Thrusting two fingers into Lily, Calla curled her fingers and stroked her walls. When her fingers touched the spongy spot inside her, Lily let out a loud cry, bucking against Calla's face.

Bel's thrusts became faster as he wrapped one around Calla's waist, his tail finding its place against her clit once more.

Calla groaned at the sensation, her teeth catching on Lily's clit, causing the redhead to come against Calla's face.

Lily's body curved into the mattress as she cried out her juices, what Calla didn't manage to swallow, soaked the blonde's face.

The redhead sagged into the mattress as the last of her orgasm ran through her. Lily let out a breathless laugh, pulling back from Calla's face to brush the hair from her forehead as Bel began to move faster.

Calla let out a yelp as Bel's cock curved into her g-spot.

"Fuck! Yes!" She cried, her orgasm rushing through her, her body clenching as her eyes rolled back in her head.

Bel let out a grunt as his hips started to stutter, but he continued fucking into the blonde, holding her in place, until he came with a grunt, his seed spilling out of the blonde's pulsing pussy.

When he slipped out of Calla, the blonde fell against the mattress, still breathing heavily as a giddy smile came over her face.

"I've been waiting for that for years." The blonde giggled, sounding slightly drunk as she did so.

"Trust us, so have we," Lily said, stroking the blonde's hair.

"And there's plenty more where that came from," Bel said, his hand landing on Calla's backside.

"Oh, yeah? Why don't you show me, big guy?" Calla asked, looking over to the demon as his eyes darkened.

"You don't know what you've started, little fairy."

"Guys, keep him quiet! It's Mom!" Sharkie yelled before putting her phone on speaker. "Hi, Mom!" She greeted with a grin.

"Hi, Sharkie. I was gonna ask if you guys were done with him, but I think we got our answer." Lily said as the soul continued to scream.

"Yeah, hang on. Someone cut out his voice box!" Sharkie yelled, her demands quickly being met. "Thank you! So, anyway, how's Mama?" Sharkie turned back to the phone.

"She's alright. She's asleep up here, she's pretty tired, but we're all going to take a few days off." Lily told her adopted child as Bel let out a laugh in the background.

"That sounds fair." Sharkie nodded.

"Listen, Sharkie, am I on speaker?" Lily wondered.

"Yeah, and I think everyone's listening." The shark nodded as the rest of their family got closer to the phone.

"Good. When you're all done with that piece of garbage, I want him to be put in the deepest cell on Greg's level and away from everyone." Lily ordered.

"He's got a pocket dimension being constructed, Lily," Greg told his friend.

"Even better." Lily sounded like she was smiling. "Because our girlfriend has told Bel and me that we have her complete permission to make him feel everything he did to her and those other girls," Lily said before the line went silent.

"Girlfriend?" The entirety of Hell seemed to ask before they all shared a smile.

Some smiled happily at their mention the three had finally pulled their heads out of their asses.

And others smiled sinisterly. This pastor had truly picked the wrong person to fuck with.

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Hell's Belles

Lily x OC x Belth

A/N I have been obsessed with @see.ya.later's series on TikTok Hell's Belles and my need to write fanfiction called.

The signs were very clear on the way down to Hell.

Plastered on the walls, signs pointing down the stairs and to the last door of the hallway, Calla knew she had reached her destination.

Calla Shepard had been murdered. At twenty-three years old, Calla had had her life stolen from her by a cruel church and her parents, who had declared her unfit to make decisions for her own life.

Calla had left her parents' church days after she had moved out of her parent's home at sixteen. Both Calla's parents had made sure their daughter knew their opinions on what was right and wrong in the world, and for her to oppose them was to oppose God.

At sixteen, Calla had taken a small bag from her parent's home and ran, using the savings from her two years of working to rent a dingy apartment that was not up to code in the slightest.

It was then Calla was free to explore herself, her sexuality, and her religion. It was then Calla was able to discover things about herself she would never have allowed to in her parents' home.

Like the fact, she was bi and had enough love in her heart to share with more than one. Calla was also able to decide to leave her parents' God behind and discover she was better suited to following the pagan's path.

And for seven years, Calla was free.

Until her parents tracked her down. Being a broken child and desperate for her parent's love, Calla invited her parents back into her life.

However, when they saw the woman she had become, strong, beautiful, and comfortable in her skin, they lost it.

The two worked behind her back to have her declared unfit to take care of herself, and being a catholic town, many were quick to turn a blind eye when Calla's parents had her dragged from her apartment in the middle of the night, kicking and screaming.

For two months, Calla was locked in the basement of her childhood church. Beaten by overenthusiastic members of the parish, the fight was quick to fade as her body was starved.

Calla Shepard died in that basement. The last thing she heard was that Hell would be nicer than what the church had planned for her.

Calla's hand slightly trembled as she reached for the door handle that radiated a scorching heat.

'Do it, witch!'

The blonde flinched as she heard his voice in her head, and her fingers tightened around the doorknob.

Not wanting to hear his voice again, Calla twisted the door open, a wave of heat hitting her as she stood in the doorway.

The woman didn't hesitate to enter through the doorway, the door closing behind her with little more than a click as she stared at the realm before her.

Oranges and yellows lightened the otherwise darkened stone. A set of twisted iron gates stood taller than any building Calla had seen in her twenty-six years.

Continuing forward, Calla made it into one of many lines, slowly moving towards, what she assumed to be, a demon with a clipboard.

"Next." The demon called, sounding bored as he looked down at the clipboard he held in one hand.

"I'm supposed to be here," Calla spoke, the saliva catching in her throat as she stared up at the tall demon.

The demon looked up from his clipboard before looking down at Calla, his brows furrowing.

"Are you sure about that?" He questioned almost gently.

"Yes." The woman nodded, cracking her knuckles as she stared up at the giant man.

"Alright, um, why don't you head up to the Hellp Desk and ask for Lily?" The demon suggested, gesturing through the gates. "It's just through there. You can't miss it."

"Thank you." Calla nodded before stepping through the gates of Hell.

The Hellp Desk was set up barely a minute's walk away from the gates. Several desks sat next to each other, some had demons as well as what Calla assumed to be mortal souls attending them, as well as the angry souls before them, but one caught her eye.

The only desk without an arguing soul before them, and the one with the plaque 'Lily' on the front.

A redheaded woman sat behind the desk, her eyes closed a horned, grey-skinned demon rubbed at her shoulders.

"Um, hi?" Calla whispered as she stood before the desk.

"One sec." The woman said, holding up her finger as her eyes remained closed.

The demon at her side gave Calla an apologetic smile as he continued to massage the woman's shoulders.

"And you got the knot." The woman happily sighed as she opened her eyes. "You ever considered opening up a massage parlour?"

"And deprive you when you want one? I'd like to live." The demon snorted.

"Hm, fair point." The redhead shrugged before turning to face Calla. "Hi. Welcome to the Hellp Desk, I," She started, looking over the desk before frowning. "I don't have a file for you."

"I was told I had to come down here," Calla told the woman.

"There might have been a mix-up at the Front Deathk. This system hasn't been here for a year yet. Why don't you take a seat, and I'll try to sort this?" The redhead suggested as she picked up her phone.

Doing as she said, Calla took the offered seat and began to recrack her knuckles.

"While she tries to fix this, I'm Bel." The demon before her introduced himself. "And this is Lily. And you are?"

"Calla." The blonde nodded, ripping her hands apart before offering one to the demon.

Bel gave the blonde a smile, half at how nervous she was but also at the fact this mortal soul had willingly offered her hand to the grey-toned demon.

"Nice to meet you." Bel nodded, shaking the offered hand as Lily hung up the phone.

"So, according to this," Lily said, tapping the file that had suddenly appeared in her hand. "You are not supposed to be here."

"No, I have to be down here." Calla insisted. "I can't go back up there."

"I don't know what's happening," Bel muttered, taking the file from Lily's hands. "Oh." He breathed after reading what was before him.

"I know you've only just died, and I also know you ran from the Front Deathk and orientation, but you're dead. And those who hurt you in life cannot hurt you here." Lily said, holding her hands out towards Calla.

"But, he said this is where I have to be." Calla shook her head.

"That Pastor has no power down here," Lily told the woman.

"And when he does expire, he's got a place on level nine waiting for him," Bel added. "Remind me to call Greg." He said, putting the file down.

"According to this file, you were a good person," Lily said. "There is no judgement system in this universe that would say otherwise. You have a paradise waiting for you because of the person you were in life."

"I don't deserve it." Calla shook her head. "I brought everything that happened to me onto myself. I don't deserve a paradise."

"Oh, honey." Lily sighed, her shoulders sagging. "I don't know what I'm supposed to do here." She said, turning towards Bel. "I can't just put her on a level. I want you to heal, Calla, but I understand it's something we have to do on our own time."

"You said you wanted a trainee, right?" Bel asked. "Maybe working at the Hellp Desk would help you see you don't deserve being down here." He suggested, turning to Calla.

"That. That is brilliant." Lily sighed, leaning up to kiss the demon, causing his cheeks to turn purple. "Would you like that? Would you like a job?" She turned to Calla. "You don't have to say yes, but I agree with Bel. This could be good for you, plus your file says you worked in customer service."

"Yeah?"

"You still got some anger in your system from that?" Lily raised a brow.

"Oh, yeah." Calla shook her head. The only jobs she could work in the seven-year separation from her parents had been minimum wage ones, and each had been worse than the last.

"Perfect. You're gonna love this place." Lily said, standing up and holding her hand out to the blonde. "Bel, go play with your trainees. I'm gonna take mine around the office."

"Have fun, baby." Bel shook his head before shooting Calla a wink. "If she gets too much, just give me a call. Sometimes you need backup with this one." He joked.

"How dare you?"

As the two argued before her, Calla found a small smile crawling its way onto her face. The playful arguing, the banter, reminded her of a happier time with the friends she'd had topside.

Maybe she really did need to be down here.

Six months later.

"No, you don't get to argue with me."

"You interrupted my book. They were about to do it on the couch, and you interrupted. I have a knife and endless time." Lily deadpanned, staring at the woman before with disgust. "Now you can choose how you leave this room. Either, you can walk to your level, or I can take you down there. Piece. By. Piece." She said, waving her large dagger around.

"Fine. But, just know, I will be speaking to someone about this." The soul scoffed before turning towards the stairs, narrowly avoiding bumping into Calla who was standing in the doorway.

"Hi, Calla." Lily smiled, placing her dagger and book down on her desk.

"Hi, Lily," Calla smirked, moving forward, holding the tray of coffee high as the redhead gasped happily.

"Is that what I think it is?" Lily grinned, making grabby hands at the blonde. "Gimmie."

"You sound like you've had a fun morning already." Calla shook her head as she took her seat beside the woman.

"Don't even get me started." Lily groaned. "No one seems to understand that they're here for a reason, and we all know it, but they still lie."

"I can't even give you an answer for that, Lils."

In the six months Calla had been dead, the blonde woman had changed in many ways.

No longer was Calla scared of her own shadow or the enemies of her past. Calla felt like the person she had been before her death.

It had taken working at the Hellp Desk with Lily, being introduced to Bel's friends, and meeting several of the deities she had prayed to in life to remember who she had been.

And while her death, and the events that led up to it, were not forgotten, Calla had found a way to move past them. Though that had come, in large part, from the help Lily and Bel were willing to give her.

The two had quickly become her friends, the two forcing Calla to join other souls and demons for game nights, trivia and movies. Lily and Bel had forced her to become a person again, and she couldn't be more thankful, even if at the time she hated the idea.

"How are my two favourite girls doing?" Bel asked as he strolled up the stairs. "Did you get coffee without me?" He gasped, holding his hand to his heart. "Betrayal."

"I'm sorry, did you not get cake pops without us yesterday?" Lily asked as the demon sat beside her.

"That was completely different," Bel said, taking the coffee from Calla's hand and taking a sip. "Oh, that's nice. Sweet."

"I will stab you if you drink all of my coffee again, Fruitbat." Calla deadpanned, causing Lily to smirk as Bel paled slightly.

"Who gave you a knife?" Bel asked, handing the coffee back to the blonde. "You're tiny. Tiny people shouldn't have sharp things."

"Oh, well, you're going to hate what I gave to Sharkie." Calla smiled. "Also, I'm 5'7, and Hecate gave me the knife. She says every witch should have one."

"That's true. However, what did you give Sharkie?" Lily asked, giving Calla a nervous look that Bel shared.

"Greg and I gave them a mace." Calla shrugged.

"Why would you do that?"

"Why would Greg do that?"

"Well, they kept stealing Greg's, so Greg got me to ask them why, and they said they were getting ready to start helping out down here," Calla told the two. "So, we just got them their own."

"Remind me to put a notice out." Bel sighed, leaning back in his chair. "We're gonna get so many calls about this."

"Personally, I'm all for blaming Greg." Lily volunteered. "He did kill me in Among Us last night."

"I told you he was the imposter, and did you believe me?"

"In my defence,"

As the two began to debate who was in the right and who wasn't, Calla's mind began to drift slightly as she came to an incredible discovery.

Calla was happy.

Here, at this moment, watching her friends mock each other, she was happy, but it was also more than that.

Calla wasn't just happy at this moment. She'd been happy for weeks.

And she didn't feel guilty about it.

"Guys?" Calla spoke, both demon and soul turning to face her.

"Hm?"

"Yeah?"

"I think. I think I'm ready." She said, giving the two a nervous smile. "I think I'm ready to go to my paradise." Calla elaborated, causing both Bel and Lily to smile at her.

"That's great." Lily gushed, putting her coffee down on the desk as she took Calla's hand and gave it a squeeze.

"It really is. Did you want to go now?" Bel asked the woman.

"I was hoping the two of you could come with me," Calla admitted, chewing on her lip as she looked between the two. "You don't have to, but I just really would like you guys to be there."

"You didn't even have to ask."

"Of course, we'll come.

The two spoke together as they stood in unison.

Calla ended up standing between the couple as they all stood in the elevator. Lily's arm was wrapped around the blonde's waist while Bel held onto Calla's hand despite how hard she squeezed it as her nerves became greater.

When the elevator opened, Calla was greeted by the sight of millions of doors, all different colours and different shapes, and Calla had no idea where to start.

"How, how do I know which one's mine?" Calla asked, trying to see the end of the level.

But there was no end in sight.

"Just follow your heart. It'll lead you there." Lily said, letting go of Calla's waist as Bel squeezed her hand once before also letting the blonde go.

"I kinda thought the whole being dead thing meant my heart didn't work anymore." Calla tried to joke.

"You know what, I mean."

Calla fiddled with the hem of her shirt as she looked between the two.

Bel gave Calla an encouraging smile and nodded towards the doors as Lily gave her a thumbs up.

Taking a deep breath, Calla stepped towards the doors, all labelled but none that called to her.

Calla walked through the rows of doors, some brightly coloured, others covered in cartoon-styled pictures, but none held her name or felt like the right one.

Until she came to a green one covered in ivy. Every muscle in her body froze as she stood before the door, and her hand was itching to reach for the handle.

Looking back over her shoulder, Calla saw both Lily and Bel standing behind her gesturing for her to go ahead and open the door.

Calla gave the two a nod before reaching for the brass handle. The metal was warm beneath her hand but Calla didn't think long about it as she pushed open the door.

It was like the TARDIS, so much bigger on the inside than Calla would have thought.

For as far as she could see, Calla was surrounded by woods. Tall, strong, green trees created canopies of shade above the small wooden cottage down the dirt path.

As Calla walked towards the ivy-covered cottage, the blonde could hear the sounds of animals and a stream nearby. The blonde stopped before the house as she let out a gasp.

Two unicorns appeared from around the back of the house, letting out happy whinnies.

"Calla? How does it feel?" Lily asked, causing the blonde to turn to her with tears in her eyes.

"This feels right." Calla smiled. "I think, I think I deserve this."

"You do. You deserve this." Bel told the blonde with a smile. "Also, can I pet the unicorns? I haven't seen one in decades." He said, causing Lily to hit his side as Calla laughed.

"Come on." Calla held out both hands to the two.

"And you, my good piece of shit, can escort thyself down to level six," Calla said, playing with the dagger on her desk.

"But I don't want to go to level six." The soul complained, stomping their foot.

"So here are your options, you can walk yourself and maintain whatever dignity you think you have, or I can drag you down by the balls." Calla smiled, causing the soul to pale before scampering away.

"How you can say all that while looking like a woodland fairy, I'll never understand," Ruggy said as Calla rose to a stand, her back cracking as she did so.

"It's a gift." Calla grinned. "I'm gonna get a coffee. Does anyone want anything?" She asked the room.

"I'm good," Ruggy said.

"Can I have a hot chocolate, mama?" Sharkie looked up from the bat she was cleaning.

"Of course, baby." Calla nodded. "Penny? Judy?"

"I'll take a coffee." Penny yawned.

"I'd love a tea if you could, baby," Judy said, and Calla smiled at the woman who'd become her mother.

"Of course, Judy. And Penny, I'll get you the biggest size I can." Calla promised as she moved to stand at Lily's desk. "Do I even need to ask the question?"

"No, you do not," Lily said, putting her book down. "Oh, listen, Bel wants to play chef tonight, and I'm banned from the kitchen, so did you want to come over and play sous chef?"

"To keep your house from burning down? Yes, I will." Calla nodded. "What's on the menu tonight?"

"Bel got some of those steaks that you like, the ones with the rosemary, so he wants to make fettuccine with it."

"Oh, you two spoil me." Calla happily sighed. "You know, I made bread last night. How about I bring that over?" She asked.

"Now, who's spoiling who?" Lily asked with a smirk.

"I'll pick it up after work," Calla told the redhead. "Coffee?"

"Yes, please."

"Cool, I'm going to pick up one for Bel and Greg, so I'll be a little," Calla said before walking into the elevator.

"So," Ruggy started, sliding up beside Lily. "That sounded like a date."

"It's not a date." Lily denied her face turning as red as her hair.

"Lily, c'mon, unlike Calla, we are not oblivious to the massive crush you and Bel have on her," Ruggy said, Penny, nodding at her words.

"Yeah, mom, you and dad are not subtle," Sharkie told the woman.

"The whole of the afterlife knows, Lily, and we do have our bets," Judy added.

"Okay, I know that we're not subtle, but we don't want to push her." Lily sighed, running a hand through her hair. "I mean, none of you were here when Calla got her, and she's healed so much, but she needed us as friends when she got here, and we don't want to ruin that."

"Lily," Penny reached over to take the redhead's hands. "Breathe."

"I mean, breathing's really not necessary down here, but yeah, you look like you're gonna pass out mom," Sharkie said.

"Now, Lily, I am going to break a confidence, but I think this will comforting for you and Bel," Judy said, dragging her chair closer to Lily's. "That girl is mad about the two of you. Somehow she can add either of you to any conversation, and the two of you always bring a smile to her face. She is in love with you, but Calla has said she is content to love you from afar and be your friend rather than 'ruin' your relationship as she's put it."

"She wouldn't ruin anything." Lily shook her head.

"We know that. You and Bel know that, and as far as we're concerned, the three of you have been a threesome longer than any of us have been here." Judy said, the rest of their made family nodding along.

"Judy's right," Penny spoke up. "You told me once not to be afraid of going after what I want. So, what's stopping you and Bel?"

"You're right." Lily sighed. "You know what, I'm gonna talk to Bel before dinner tonight." She said, causing the women around her to grin.

"There has been a grave mistake." A voice said, ruining the moment.

"Seriously? Every time." Sharkie groaned, turning to look at the one brave enough to disrupt them.

"I have been sent to the wrong place." The man dressed as a pastor stated.

"Is there a script that these guys are given that I'm not aware of?" Ruggy asked, turning to Judy.

"No, baby, they just all believe the same thing." Judy rolled her eyes.

"According to your file, oh, oh, shit." Penny started, her eyes growing wide as she read the words before her. "Oh, you're fucked." She said, handing the file to Lily.

Lily's brow creased as she read through the list of offences that were each worse than the last.

And then she saw it.

"You murdered five women," Lily spoke carefully.

"Call Bel," Ruggy whispered to Penny, but the brunette was already way ahead of her.

"I did no such thing-"

"You murdered Calla," Lily said, and the room seemingly got warmer as she glared at the pastor.

"Who?" The pastor asked.

"Oh, poor choice of words."

"Mother fucker."

"Let me just put my glasses down."

"You murdered Calla, had her beaten and starved, and you dare to not remember her name," Lily said as she continued to read. "And you did what to her body?" Lily looked disgusted.

"I was doing the lord's work." The soul said. "I was trying to get one of his soul's to return to his herd."

"I'm going to enjoy this," Lily said, grabbing the sword from beside her desk.

"Okay, hot chocolate for Sharkie, tea for Judy, the largest coffee I could find for Penny, and the usual for you, Lily darling," Calla spoke, everyone turning to face the blonde as she skipped into the room.

"Demon whore!" The pastor snarled, causing Calla to freeze.

"You." The woman whispered, the tray of coffee falling from her hands and staining her skirt.

"How could you? I did everything to save your soul, and you end up down here." The pastor snapped.

"Hi, Lord, can you send those accurate angels of yours down here?" Judy asked as Lily made her way over to Calla, pulling the blonde into her arms. "Oh, all of heaven's on their way? Great, I'll add you to the list.

"You're okay," Lily whispered to the blonde, who'd begun to shake. "You're okay."

"You whore! We worked to corral those urges of yours, and you dare defy the church?"

"You worked with me?" Calla breathed, pulling out of Lily's embrace. "You kidnapped me. You beat me, starved me, locked me in that basement until I couldn't breathe anymore."

"I was trying to save your soul. But you still ended up down here."

"No, I didn't." Calla shook her head. "I got into paradise, and you ended up in Hell. I choose to be here, and you don't have a choice about where you're going."

"How dare you speak to me like that?"

"I dare because I got the option to heal. To find people like me in paradise and throughout all the afterlife's." Calla told him. "You don't get to hurt me anymore. You can't hurt anyone anymore."

"I was trying to save you and all those other girls. I tried to save you." The pastor persisted.

"There were others?" Calla gave the man a disgusted look before she reached for the file Lily had left on her desk.

"Calla, you don't need to read that." Lily tried to warn the blonde, but it was too late.

"You were a necrophile." Calla breathed. "You raped your victims when they were dead."

"No, no. I did no such thing."

"Don't fucking lie to me!"

"You were too much of a disgust for me to even try. I couldn't rise to the occasion." The pastor said as if that made anything better.

"Oh, God." Calla was quick to snatch Lily's trash can as her breakfast made a reappearance.

"Let it out, honey," Lily said, gathering Calla's hair in her hands as she glared at the pastor. "Who wants to start with this piece of shit?" Lily asked.

"I'd say you're going to have a tough time deciding on that one," Bel spoke, surrounded by all those who had come in support.

The legions of Hell, the entirety of heaven, deities, and everyone who had had even a minute's interaction with the blonde were here.

"No, I claimed first go," Judy spoke, rolling up her sleeves. "The rest of you can sort it out between yourselves, but I am first. I'll show him what happens when someone messes with my baby."

"Hey, you done?" Bel kneeled beside the women as Calla raised her head.

"I think so." Calla nodded, wiping her chin. "I don't want to stay." She said, closing her eyes as the pastor began to scream.

"And you don't have to," Bel promised.

"C'mon, you're coming home with us," Lily said, sharing a look with Bel.

"I can go home. You two can stay if you want." Calla tried to argue.

"You're more important than this piece of shit." Bel shook his head.

"There will be plenty of other opportunities for him to be afraid of us," Lily added.

Quietly the trio snuck out of the lobby and into the elevator, falling into a very familiar position. Calla was stood between the demon and redhead, Lily with her arm wrapped around the blonde's waist with Bel's arm slung over Calla's shoulders.

The three went to Lily's paradise, Hobbition being the place the three felt most comfortable.

As the three entered Lily's home, Max was quick to greet them, weaving his way between their legs.

"You want a coffee?" Lily asked as Calla and Bel sat on the couch.

"You got anything stronger?" Calla wondered, causing both Lily and Bel to smile at her.

"I have a bottle of your favourite waiting for you," Lily said, moving into the kitchen.

"Are you okay?" Bel asked, pulling the blonde into his side. "And you can give me the real answer, not the one you'd give to anyone else."

"No. I'm not okay." Calla answered honestly. "I really didn't want to be working when he came through and to find out what he did to those other women and what he wanted to do to me. It's disgusting."

"I know, and I know this won't heal everything he's done, but he is getting his punishment. Every afterlife has shut down to get a piece of him." Bel promised.

"It doesn't fix everything, but it helps," Calla admitted, giving the demon a small smile. "But it doesn't make sense."

"What doesn't?" Bel cocked his head.

"Why would they all do that for me? There's going to be so much backlog. Why would they do that to themselves?"

"Because they love you," Lily said, coming back into the room with a bottle of whiskey and three cups. "You have made friends with everyone you've come across, and they love you for it."

"I don't know about that."

"What do you mean? I mean, look how quickly you became friends with us." Bel said, knocking Calla's shoulder with his.

"That's different." Calla shook her head, taking the offered glass from Lily.

"How?"

"Well, it is." Calla shrugged. "It's you two."

"We're not any different to anyone else," Lily said, sitting on the coffee table.

"That's a lie." The blonde snorted. "There is no one like the two of you. And no one comes close to either of you." She muttered, but Lily and Bel heard it.

The demon and the woman shared a long look before nodding at once.

It was time.

"You know, it's the same for us. There isn't anyone else like you for us." Bel said, his wing extending around Calla's shoulders.

"You're our best friend," Lily said, placing her hand on Calla's knee. The blonde gave a shaky smile, quickly downing her drink.

"But it could be more." Lily continued, taking the glass out of Calla's hands as the blonde's brow furrowed.

"What does that mean?" Calla cocked her head. "There's not a lot more we could be. Is there?"

"Well, you could be ours," Bel said, causing the blonde to freeze.

"What?"

"You could be ours. Our girlfriend. Our third." Lily elaborated, looking more nervous than Calla had ever seen her.

"Unless you don't want to." Bel was quick to say. "We can stay friends, and nothing will change if you don't want it to."

"But you're so happy together," Calla said, looking between the two.

"We are, and we're not trying to add you into our relationship to 'fix' anything if that's what you're worried about," Bel reassured the blonde, Lily smiling as he spoke.

"We have been in love with you for, well years now," Lily said. "The only reason we didn't say anything was that we didn't want to rush you into something you weren't ready for, and, well, we've been scared you'd say no."

"You think I would've said no," Calla said slowly. "You two, who made me smile again, not feel afraid, you two thought I would've said no despite the fact you're both the first reason I refused to reincarnate?" She asked, causing the two to smile at her.

"Really?"

"Really. I didn't want to leave you two." Calla said. "I've loved you since, I don't know how long, but it's been a long time."

"So," Lily started, moving to sit on the other side of Calla on the couch. "Is this okay?" She asked, cupping the blonde's cheek.

"Yeah," Calla whispered, leaning into the touch.

"And this?" Lily wondered, moving closer.

"More than fine."

"And what about this?" Lily asked before attaching her lips to Callas.

Calla hummed as Lily pressed her into Bel's chest, the demon trailing his claws gently up the blonde's arm, who hummed happily.

Lily's lips were soft and tasted of coffee, Calla noted as she became bolder, her hands grasping onto Lily's shoulders as if they were a lifeline.

Lily's tongue darted out, brushing against Calla's lips, causing the blonde to let out a surprised squeak as Lily pulled away, a Cheshire grin on her face.

"I was right, baby." Lily looked at Bel. "She tastes just like sugar."

"Does that need a second opinion?" Bel asked, tilting Calla's head back.

"I think it might," Lily said, causing Bel to grin.

"Good," Bel said before he slotted his lips against Callas.

Bel kissed with much more fervour than Lily did, his lips pressing so harshly against hers Calla knew they'd be bruised by the end of the night.

His arms wrapped around Callas shoulders, tugging her closer as Lily moved into the blondes back.

Lily's lips attached themselves to Callas neck, eliciting a groan from the blonde and a smirk from the demon.

"Jut like sugar." Bel murmured as he pulled away.

"Told ya." Lily smirked, nuzzling the other woman's neck.

"I think the only question is weather those are the only lips that taste like sugar." Bel said, looking down with hungry black eyes.

"What do you say, hon?" Lily breathed into Calla's ear, sending a shiver down her spine. "Is this moving too fast?"

"If you don't hurry up and do something, I'm take care of things myself." The blonde said, looking between the two.

"Well, you heard the lady." Bel said, lifting both women into his arms at once before moving them towards the bedroom.

What have I got myself into? Calla asked herself despite the small on her face.

Well, she was about to find out.

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Lost Time

Tony x reader x Natasha

You loved being a mother.

Finding out you were pregnant was among one of the best days of your life. Right up there with marrying your husband and wife.

And both your partners had been thrilled to find out that after all your efforts, the three of you would be starting the family you had all dreamed about.

None of you had come from what was considered traditional families. Emotional abuse, physical abuse, and abandonment had traumatized all three of you at young ages.

But the three of you wanted a family. Wanted to right the wrongs of your pasts and be better than the parents you had been born to.

When the day came, you were buzzing from the excitement, barely feeling the contractions as you focused on preparing to meet your daughter.

Both Tony and Natasha stayed at your side throughout the entire twenty-two-hour ordeal. Neither of your partners had strayed even for a second, not even when you assured them it would be alright.

You gave birth to Eris Yelena Stark in a room surrounded by those you loved, promising your daughter she would always be loved.

You loved being pregnant, and you loved your daughter, but you didn't love the teething.

Eris couldn't sleep. Your poor girl was in pain and couldn't rest for even a moment. Ergo, no one else in the house was allowed to either.

"My love, c'mon, just take the ring. I promise it will help." You cooed, bouncing your sobbing daughter as you tried to get her to take the cold teething toy. "Sweet girl, I can't help you if you don't let me."

"Why don't you let me have a go?" Tony asked, watching you from the doorway of the kitchen. "You're exhausted." He mentioned.

"So are you." You countered. "You've been feeling sick for days, Tony, and you refuse to rest." You huffed at your husband's antics.

"Eh, I'll rest when I'm dead," Tony said, pushing off the doorframe.

"Don't joke." You narrowed your eyes at your husband as he approached the two of you.

"Sorry, hon." Tony gave you a small smile, his hand ghosting along the small of your back. "You know I'm only joking."

"I know. But my head hurts too much for jokes." You sighed as Eris let out another wail. "What are we doing wrong, Tony?"

"Nothing. We're not doing anything wrong, babe." Tony shook his head.

"Then why does our daughter hate us?" You asked, your shoulders tensing as the babe inhaled deeply. But Eris didn't scream, merely let out a whimper that had you and Tony sighing in relief.

"She doesn't hate us. She's just a tiny baby in a big world that she doesn't understand." Tony said, lightly pressing a kiss to your temple. His touch was so light you almost couldn't feel it.

"But she knows we wouldn't let anything happen to her. Eris has to know she's safe with us." You shook your head before looking down at the still sobbing baby.

"She knows, hon," Tony promised, running a finger down Eris's cheek. "Eris knows we love her, and that we're here for her." He said, smiling as Eris started to settle. "That we're always going to be here for her, even when it doesn't seem like it."

"I hope so." You said, yawning as the babe in your arms did.

"C'mon, let's get you two to bed," Tony said, gesturing for you to move towards the door.

"Only if you promise to try to rest too." You tried to bargain, though the attempt to sound intimidating was lost as you kept yawing.

"I don't need to rest, hon. I've got you and Eris to look after."

The sound of Eris whimpering across the baby monitor pulled you out of your dreamless sleep.

As you lay, watching the ceiling, you tried to pull your mind free of the fog from your lingering dreams. Slowly, you became more aware of your surroundings.

Eris's whimpers were becoming louder, and by her first cry, you were sitting upright. As you dragged yourself to the edge of the bed, you looked over your shoulder before letting out a sigh.

Waking up to an empty bed was a common occurrence, but you had thought after retirement and Eris, your partners might be able to be still for a moment and enjoy something as simple as sleep.

It was a fantastical dream.

"I'm coming, sweetie." You said to yourself as you pulled on a dressing gown. "Mommy's coming." You added, slipping into your slippers.

Padding down the hallway, you couldn't help but observe your surroundings. Apart from Eris's growing cries, the house was silent. Meaning Tony was most likely in his shed by the lake or perhaps in his soundproofed lab in the basement. Natasha, on the other hand, you weren't sure of where she could have been.

When sleep eluded the former assassin, Natasha didn't have a specific hobby she liked to tend to, not like Tony and his robots. There had been times Natasha had retreated to the woods, the sounds of classical music echoing throughout the trees. Once you had found her hiding out with Gerald, and there had been too many times to count when you had caught her sitting on the roof, watching the stars blankly.

Natasha did as she felt in the moment, doing her best to remain unpredictable.

However, tonight you found your wife standing above Eris, cooing softly, as she tried to stop her cries.

"Look, look at the pretty sun, krolik," Natasha said, spinning the mobile above the squirming baby. "It spins just for you."

"You know, one day Tony's going to explain how the solar system works, and she'll know that's not true." You murmured, entering the nursery.

"I think Tony'll ignore science just this once," Natasha said, turning to you with a smile. "Go back to bed, med. I can take care of our daughter." She told you.

"I know, but that's a hungry cry, and I haven't pumped anything today." You reminded your wife, reaching into the crib to pull the seven-month-old into your arms. "And you've had a headache this morning. You really should be resting."

"I'm not tired too much these days," Natasha murmured as you sat in the rocking chair.

"Sweetheart, I really think you should see a doctor. This can't be good for your health." You frowned as you began to feed Eris.

"I don't need health when I have the three of you," Natasha said, moving to sit on the ground before you. "I've got everything I need in this house." She added with a smile.

"I love that, Nat, and I love you. But I need you to take better care of yourself." You told her.

"Y/N,"

"I know you and Tony have never been the best at taking care of yourselves like the rest of the world, but none of us are experts in that, and I've expected that. But we have a daughter now and I never want her to live the way we have.

I don't want her awake all hours because of things she's seen or jumping headfirst into danger because she knows no one else will. I want her to be concerned about her health. I want her to go to sleepovers and have friends that she doesn't have to run background checks on."

"I want that for her too." Natasha smiled a sad smile. "But there's only so much we can do, and we haven't lived the lives to make many friends."

"We made a family." You offered.

"We did." Natasha nodded. "But we also made enemies. We have blood on our hands, and people waiting in the shadows for us to let down our guards. And no matter how hard we try, the past always catches up to us." She said, her eyes growing distant.

"Nat?" Your brow furrowed as you cocked your head at your wife.

"We have to face the past one day, moya lyubov'." Natasha reminded you. "We have to face everything that's happened to us."

"I know that." You nodded, a crease appearing between your eyes as you watched Natasha. "Do you?"

"Of course." Natasha smiled weakly before rising to her feet. "I'm going to get Tony out of that lab of us. It's been too long since we laid together." She smirked before walking from the room.

"Yeah. It has."

"Look at the size of her." Clint smiled, bouncing your giggling daughter in front of him. "She's going to be taller than you sooner rather than later."

"She's going to be taller than all her parents. I don't know where she gets that from." You smiled, placing a coffee before the man.

"Maybe your mommy is descended from a giant." Clint gasped in mock exclamation, causing Eris to cackle loudly. "God, I miss when it was this easy."

"To make your kid laugh? Tony's going to be so disappointed in your lack of dad jokes." You tsked.

"Yeah, he would be." Clint scoffed, sitting Eris on his knee where your daughter was content to play with his hands. "You know I caught up with Steve a couple days ago. He said it was good to see you." He mentioned.

"Did he? Steve was quiet the whole time he was here." You told the archer. "Just wanted to help out so insistently, I could've grabbed Nat's bites to get him to stop."

"Yeah, well, it's not a bad thing to accept some help. Especially when you need it." Clint shrugged.

"You're acting like I just gave birth." You rolled your eyes. "I'm fine, Clint, and I have all the help I need around here."

"Y/N," Clint sighed, pinching at his eyes.

"Why are you looking at me like that?" You demanded. "Knock it off, Clint."

"Y/N, I saw the pill box," Clint told you, looking at you with a look akin to a disappointed father.

"Do you know how many people take pills in this house, Clint?"

"Just you." He said, causing you to scoff. "You haven't refilled that prescription once."

"It's just medication, Clint. Drop it." You snapped, rising to your feet before reaching out and pulling Eris into your arms.

"Y/N, you can't keep going on like this. Everyone's worried about you, and I'm scared."

"It's a fucking drug, Clint! A prescription. It doesn't matter if a couple days or,"

"You haven't taken it in months, Y/N," Clint said, rising to a stand. "And I didn't even need to look to know that. I just had to have a minute's interaction with you."

"You know what? I need to put Eris down for a nap, and I'd like you to go." You said, turning on your heels. "Thanks for coming, it's been lovely, let's do this when you're not being a complete jackass."

"They're dead, Y/N," Clint called, causing you to stop in the doorframe. "They're dead no matter how many pills you skip."

"I don't know what you're talking about." You whispered, refusing to turn around.

"You do, Y/N. You just don't want to admit it." Clint spoke and you could hear him walking towards you. "But Natasha and Tony are dead, and you can't fix that by not taking the pills you need. You're depressed."

"And you're not?" You demanded with a scoff, turning to face the man. "No, because a depressed man would have abandoned his family during Christmas, would have done something stupid like taking on an inexperienced mentee to make the grief go away. A depressed man would ignore the person he's called family for months until reappearing in their life to tell them they have a problem."

"Y/N." Clint frowned at you. "That's not fair."

"No, you know what's not fair? She was two months old." You said, holding Eris closer to your chest. "She's never going to get to grow up with her mama and daddy. Eris is never going to get another hug from them. She's never going to get to hear them say 'I love you' again."

"Y/N,"

"Go home, Clint. Go home."

"You knew this couldn't last forever," Tony spoke from the doorway as you changed Eris into her pyjamas.

"You knew?" You questioned, keeping your eyes on your baby.

"We're your imagination, med. Of course, we knew." Natasha told you. "We've been trying to tell you."

"Why would you want me to know that I'm crazy?" You asked, picking Eris up.

"You're not crazy, sweetheart." Tony shook his head. "You're depressed because you won't take your medications and move on with your life."

"How can I move on with my life when you were my life?" You scoffed.

"Because now she has to be your life." Natasha nodded down at Eris as she and Tony made their way closer. "Eris has to be your life, Y/N."

"But you have to live for yourself too, baby girl." Tony added. "You have to show this little munchkin that life's worth living."

"But what if it isn't?" You asked, feeling tears beginning drip down your cheeks. "What if it just isn't worth it?"

"Then you make it worth it." Natasha smiled.

"But how is it fair? How did I get so much time with you both, and she gets none? I can't possibly tell her everything about you. What if I miss something?" You shook your head at the idea.

"It's not just up to you. There are others who will tell our stories." Tony promised you. "Friends, family,"

"Those who want to help you and you shouldn't shut out." Natasha added, giving you a knowing smirk.

"If I take those pills, you go away, don't you?"

"Not really." Tony shook his head. "You know not even death can keep us away from you, right? I think I mentioned something like in my vows."

"No matter what happens after this, we'll be looking after both you and Eris." Natasha assured you. "Just for us, for Eris, for yourself, take the medication, med."

"We're going to be at your side, even without it."

"I, I. I don't know what to do."

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Supposed to be a one night thing

Steve x reader x Bucky

Mob! Au

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Sleeping with two men after sharing a couple of dances and drinks with them was not your best moment.

Especially since you three started before you even left the club.

The next morning you had snuck out of the hotel room they'd brought you to before either man had a chance to wake up.

You thought that was it. One night, two months ago.

Except now, sitting on your bathroom floor, you realised that hadn't been it.

"God, fucking damn it." You swore, staring at the positive pregnancy test in your hands.

"Y/N, you good in there?" Wanda called from the other side of the doorway.

"No, I'm dead." You called back sarcastically, still staring at the stick.

"Don't take that tone with me, miss missy," Wanda said as she opened the door. "It's positive, isn't it?" She asked, closing the door behind her.

"I thought there was protection." You whispered as Wanda came and sat beside you. "I could've sworn there were condoms, and I'm on the pill! For Christ's sake!" You cried, throwing the stick across the room.

"The pill doesn't always work, and you said you were all really drunk, didn't you?" Wanda questioned you as her arm wound around your shoulders.

"We were." You nodded, curling into Wanda's side.

"Well, there you go. It doesn't take a genius to make a baby." Wanda tried to joke.

"No, it just takes so many shots of vodka." You groaned.

"Is it too soon to ask you what you want to do?" Wanda wondered.

"I don't know what I want to do yet." You said with a sigh. "I don't even know who those men or which is the father." You said, hiding your face in your hands. "God, I'm a slut."

"Oh, please, those two are the first men you've slept with in two years. You're hardly a slut." Wanda told you.

"I'm barely twenty-four, Wands. I don't know if I can be a mom." You said, looking at your friend.

"You have pretty much adopted those four kids that work for you. You're the most mothery person I know, and that's including other mothers." Wanda said.

"If I did keep it, I have nana's bakery, so it's not like I'm strapped for cash." You hummed. "I might have to find somewhere else to live."

"We have the spare room, hon. Granted, it's a little small, but it'll be fine for now for bubs." Wanda said. "Oh, I have to make a nursery Pinterest board now! When do we know if it's a girl or a boy? Or should we go something between like purple?" She questioned you.

"You'd still want to live with me? With a baby that'll spend half its first year screaming?" You rose a brow at the woman.

"It's not like my insomnia lets me sleep anyway." Wanda shrugged. "Hey, look at me. You are my best friend, the sister I wanted but didn't get. Of course, I wasn't going to kick you out when you're pregnant." She promised you.

"Have I ever told you I love you?" You asked the woman.

"Not lately." She smiled.

"I love you, Wands."

"I love you too, Y/N. We'll figure this out. I promise."

Two Months Later

"I knew it! I knew it! I knew it!" Wanda cheered as she exited the doctor's office first.

"It was a fifty-fifty chance, Wanda." You rolled your eyes with a smile.

"But still, I was right!" She grinned, looping her arm around you. "And I think we should get ice cream for my little detkas."

"Not for you or me? Just for what's in my womb?" You rose a brow at the woman.

"I mean, we're going to get some too, but this way, we can pretend we're being healthy," Wanda said as the two of you rounded a corner.

But before the two of you could continue on your way, two black SUVs stopped in front of you.

"Should we run?" You asked, eyes darting to Wanda in fear.

"Too late." She nodded to another SUV behind you both.

"Ladies." A blonde man called as he exited one SUV, three other men right behind him. "We're going to need you to come with us."

"Yeah, we didn't ask for a ride, but thanks anyway." You said, causing a dark-skinned man to laugh.

"That's cute, honey, but the bosses want to see you." He chuckled.

"You wouldn't want to start something that might hurt the baby in your belly, would you?" A man with long black hair wondered, causing another to smack him in the back of the head.

"Nothing will happen to any of you three if you just get in the car." The blonde man spoke again.

"I don't think we have much of a choice here, Y/N," Wanda whispered to you.

"No, I don't think we do." You sighed before the two of you began walking towards the men.

As the two of you got closer, the blonde man took hold of your forearm and pulled you into one car while another took Wanda and began dragging her towards the other.

"Wait, where are you taking her?" You demanded, watching as Wanda was bundled into the back of the other car.

"Don't worry about her. She's going to be just fine as long as you cooperate." The man said as you were pushed into the car.

"How did no one react to two people being kidnapped in broad daylight?" You muttered to yourself.

"People see what we tell them to see." The dark-skinned man said as the car began to drive.

Too scared to anger your kidnappers, you kept silent in the back seat, your arms wrapped around your belly.

The windows were tinted so darkly that you couldn't tell where the men had driven you or how long it had been since you got into the car.

But all too soon, the car stopped.

"C'mon, little lady." The blonde said, opening your door and trying to take your arm.

Wrenching yourself out of his grasp, you stepped to the side before glaring at him.

"Put your hand on me, and it'll be the last thing it ever touches." You snapped, causing the darker man to laugh loudly as the blonde had the intelligence to look scared.

"Oh, I'm gonna like having you around." The man said, holding his hand out to you. "Sam."

"I'm not taking your hand." You said, wrapping your arms around your stomach.

"Fair enough." He nodded, letting his hand fall to his side. "This way." He gestured for you to follow him, the blonde man behind you.

You were certain you were going to die.

That you, your babies, and Wanda, too, would all be dead by the end of the hour.

And your fears weren't lessened as Sam led you through what looked like an office building and bundled you into an elevator before pressing the top floor button.

"In you go, sweetheart," Sam said once the doors opened.

If you were going to die, there was no point in delaying the inevitable.

Steeling your shoulders, you walked out of the elevator into what appeared to be a large office.

You felt sorry for whoever was going to have to clean your blood out of these carpets.

"Y/N L/N." A man from behind the desk stated, causing you to freeze.

"I think she's surprised to see us, Buck." The other man chuckled.

"Of course, she is. I bet you never thought you'd see us again, huh, sweet thing?" Bucky questioned you, resting his elbows on the desk in front.

"Well, that is why I left before you two woke up." You sighed, walking closer to the two.

"You didn't think you could hide our baby from us, did you?" Steve cocked his head.

"Well, I didn't know who you were or have a phone number, and there's not exactly a message board for anonymous motel sex, is there?" You snarked, taking the seat opposite them.

"You don't know who we are?"

"Besides intimate details, no." You said, causing the two to share a look you couldn't discern. "What I do want to know is why the hell you had me and my friend kidnapped in broad daylight?"

"You're carrying our child, Y/N," Steve said as if that were all the explanation you needed.

"Which I still don't know how you found out about." You raised a brow.

"Our friend's wife works at your doctor's office. He recognised you." Bucky shrugged.

"Okay, enough with the half-assed answers." You snapped.

"You might want to be careful what you say to us, kitten," Steve said warningly.

"I remember you liked my mouth. Or was it just what went in it and not out?" You narrowed your eyes at the blonde as Bucky laughed loudly.

"She's got fire, Stevie."

"Look, we can all agree that this," You gestured to your rounded stomach. "Is not what any of us planned. So, why don't you two go back to not knowing?" You suggested.

"Not knowing?"

"Yeah, me and my friend, who better still be in one piece, go back home, and you two can stay here and do whatever the hell it is you do." You explained. "You won't hear from any of us again."

"And what would you say if we offered you a million dollars to have this baby, give it to us, and you go on with your life?" Bucky offered.

"You could offer me the moon, and I'd turn it down." You shook your head.

"That's our baby, kitten." Steve reminded you.

"It wouldn't be your baby if I filed for a restraining order, would it?" You asked, trying to sound threatening, only for the two to laugh.

"There isn't a judge in this city who isn't in our pocket, sweet thing," Bucky mentioned.

"How about we come to the obvious solution?" Steve asked, causing you to cock your head at him. "Co-parenting."

"There'd be rules." You crossed your arms across your chest.

"On both ends." Bucky nodded.

"And conditions." You added. "Starting with my friend walking out of here without a scratch on her."

"Done." Steve nodded. "One of ours is you, and the baby would have to live with us."

"Excuse me?" You scoffed.

"We have a lot of enemies, sweet thing. It'd be safer for both of you." Bucky mentioned.

"Who the hell are you two?" You snapped, tired of the two's vague words.

"Sweetheart, we're the head of the Avengers mob."

"How the fuck did you not know you were sleeping with two mob bosses?" Wanda demanded as she entered the room Steve and Bucky had given you.

Apparently, the building Sam and the man you'd come to know as Clint had brought you to had many uses.

The lower floors were one of Steve and Bucky's many businesses, this one legal, and the top floors were home to them and theirs.

That now included you.

"I don't pay attention to who people are, Wanda! I don't know who the fucking President is!" You groaned, holding your head in your hands.

"After we fix this, you're not leaving my sight. Next thing I know, you'll be inviting a terrorist to dinner." Wanda sighed, sinking to sit beside you. "Did they hurt you?"

"No." You shook your head. "I don't think they will."

"They kidnapped us." Wanda reminded you.

"They could done a lot worse." You sighed. "Steve and Bucky said they'd call you a car when you're ready to go."

"Like hell, I'm leaving you here." Wanda scoffed. "You can tell them they can either set me up a bedroom next to yours, or we're sharing a bed."

"Wanda, it'd be safer for you back at the apartment." You told her.

"Y/N, after my parents, and Piet, you and these detkas are all the family I have left. I'm not going anywhere." Wanda promised, taking your hand.

"Alright. I'll let them know."

"My friend gets to stay."

"Deal."

"And you keep all your mob dealings away from us."

"We can do that."

"But we need you to stay here for your own safety."

"I have a business to run."

"We have an intern who can take over for you."

"I'd need to meet him."

"We can arrange for that."

"We're also going to need to keep the baby a secret. We've got a lot of enemies."

"I understand." You nodded. "But you should know, it's babies."

Three months pregnant

Steve and Bucky had been quite accommodating in the month you'd been forcibly moved into their home.

The two had given Wanda a room next to yours, though she ended up staying in your bed most nights.

"Someone's got to watch over you."

They brought in their own doctor, who was on hand 24/7 and even found a prenatal expert they trusted.

And strangely enough, for two one-night stands, the two were very interested in you and the babies in your belly.

"And bon appetite!" Steve grinned, placing a plate in front of you.

"You know you don't have to cook for us, right? There's a kitchen in my rooms." You reminded him as Bucky took a seat to your left.

"Bruce says you should stay off your feet. He says there's an increased risk of miscarrying with multiples." He said, pinching a piece of bacon off your plate.

"Hey! Don't touch our bacon!" You gasped, moving your plate out of his reach.

"Buck, you have your own plate." Steve sighed, nodding to the one in front of the brunette.

"Aw, but Stevie, stolen bacon always tastes better," Bucky whined, causing the blonde to shake his head.

"How you two run a mob, I have no idea." You shook your head.

"That's easy," Bucky said, shoving bacon into his mouth. "No one gets to see this side of us."

"No one?" You raised a brow. "Not even Sam, who I saw here two days ago walking around in his underwear?"

"To be fair, he was shot in the leg," Steve smirked. "Makes it harder to wear pants."

"What Steve meant to say is that very few get to see this side of us. Our family basically." Bucky told you.

"Well, I get to see this side of you. And I'm not family." You reminded the man.

"Sweetheart, you are carrying our children. You are more family than you think."

Five months pregnant

"Y/N, are you alright?" Steve asked as you stormed into the living room with Clint on your tail.

"Just fine, no thanks to your little bodyguard." You snapped, moving into the kitchen to grab a bottle of water.

"What did you do?" You overheard Bucky ask Clint.

"I did what you asked me. I took her into town like she wanted, and kept close."

"And ruined my date." You said, reentering the living room. "You just had to talk to the guy, didn't you?"

"Alright, Clint, why don't you head home for the day?" Steve suggested with a chuckle.

"Oh, go from one overly emotional pregnant woman to another? Thanks, boss." Clint shook his head before leaving the three of you alone.

"So, you were on a date?" Steve rose a brow.

"I don't have to ask your permission to date." You grumbled before chugging half your water bottle. "Besides, it wasn't a real date anyway. We were gonna have coffee and go into the bathroom." You admitted quietly as your cheeks burned red.

"You were looking for someone to sleep with?" Bucky questioned you, choking on his saliva.

"Don't you two judge me. I wasn't going to say anything about this." You gestured between the three of you.

"Why were you trying to get fucked in a coffee house bathroom?"

"Because your kids have made me so fucking horny at all times of the day." You snapped before sinking into a chair with a sigh. "It's a lovely side effect of pregnancy, isn't it?"

"You know, if you wanted a quick lay, you could have just asked."

"Excuse me?" You rose a brow.

"Well, it's not like we haven't done it before. Clearly." Bucky gestured to your protruding stomach. "And this way, you wouldn't be trying to squeeze in a stall with a stranger."

"Don't think we were gonna make it to a stall, but okay." You muttered. "I thought you two were together, and what we did was a result of way too many shots."

"I mean kinda."

"Bucky!" Steve scolded, reaching out and hitting the brunette in the chest.

"Don't hit me, Steve!" Bucky whined, moving away from the man. "That wasn't all I was going to say, geez."

"How you two run a mob." You muttered to yourself.

"Look, what we did wasn't exactly planned. I mean, we were all drunk, and I don't think either of us planned to get you pregnant,"

"I hope not."

"But it happened. And we're all in each other's lives now." Bucky continued. "And it's not as if Steve and I aren't attracted to you."

"This won't make things weird?" You asked, looking between the two.

"Not if we don't make it weird," Steve told you. "Besides, it's not like either of us is going anywhere any time soon."

"What do you say, kitten? You still horny?" Bucky asked with a smirk.

"Have been for about three weeks." You said, struggling to your feet and moving towards your bedroom. "You coming?"

"Going to be."

"Not as much as you will be."

Eight Months Pregnant

You had been sleeping with Bucky and Steve for three months now. And honestly, you didn't want it to stop. You weren't sure when it happened or how, but you'd fallen in love with the two.

Wanda hadn't exactly been thrilled when you'd admitted the secret.

"So not only are you carrying the two mobsters' babies, you're now in love with them?" Wanda had demanded. "Oh, honey, you're really in it now, aren't you?"

Of course, you hadn't admitted to either that your feelings had changed. Because if there hadn't, you'd have to spend the rest of your life around them feeling an intense awkwardness.

Well, right now, you wished you had said something.

"Shit," Peter swore, his head falling back against the wall.

"Stop moving, Pete." You rasped from across the room. "You've got at least two broken ribs."

There had been a problem at the bakery that only you could solve so after crawling out of Steve and Bucky's bed and showering the stench of sex off you, Clint had driven you to the bakery.

Peter had been with you while Clint had answered a call from Sam in the front room. That's all it had taken before the back room was gassed.

You had called for Clint, trying to warn him of the attack, as Peter had dragged you into the alley.

But someone had been waiting for you in the alley. You weren't sure who it was or how many had been there because someone had quickly hit you over the head.

And now the two of you were chained to opposites of a room straight out of a torture porn scenario.

"Broken ribs are gonna be the least of my problems when Steve and Bucky find us." Peter groaned, closing his eyes.

"They aren't going to touch you." You promised the younger man as you shifted uncomfortably.

To anyone else, it looked as though you were uncomfortable due to the terrible conditions of your kidnapping. But what you were afraid to admit out loud was that your discomfort was because of the twins in your womb.

"They're going to kill me." Peter miserably said.

"Peter, this wasn't your fault." You firmly told him. "And if they try anything, I'll kick them both in the ass." You said, causing him to chuckle.

Before Peter could retort, or you could continue to reassure him of his safety, the door to your prison opened.

And in walked a stunning woman.

"Karla." Peter sat as upright as he could as he glared at the smirking woman.

"Hello, Peter." The woman purred. "So sorry about the rough arrival. Science doesn't like to wait."

"Peter?" You spoke, struggling to sit up. "You want to introduce me to our friend?"

"This is Karla Sofen. She was supposed to be on our side." Peter said, continuing to glare at the woman.

"Steve and Bucky promised me many things, and in the end, they couldn't deliver." Karla tsked.

"What?"

"Oh, nothing like that, sweetie," Karla said, moving towards you. "I'm a scientist. They wanted my help with a few things."

"But we found out she was experimenting on people and their DNA." Peter snapped.

"They said I could continue my personal research." Karla shrugged.

"They didn't know it was fucking with people's genes!"

"My, my, language, Peter. What would your mother think?" Karla asked Peter with a smirk.

"So, you've kidnapped us because you're mad at Steve and Bucky?" You interjected before Karla could continue to taunt Peter.

"A little." Karla shrugged. "But I do get an added bonus by having you, sweet thing." She said, moving closer to you.

"And what would that be?"

"I have a little idea that if successful would truly allow twins, or any set of multiples, to be physically and mentally connected. The problem was, getting a set of multiples. That was until I found out about you." Karla said, kneeling down to your level.

"No." You gasped, unable to stop the tears from filling your eyes and trickling down your cheeks.

Stupid hormones.

"Oh, no, no, no. Don't cry, sweet thing." Karla cooed, reaching out to stroke your cheek. "I'm not going to hurt them. Not while they're safely nestled in your womb."

You tried to pull away from the woman, but you were already pressed against a wall.

"After all, you can't gauge the reactions of a test subject when you can't see them," Karla smirked, rising to her feet. "You'll be seeing me soon."

"Peter?"

"Hm?"

"Do you think they're looking for us yet?"

"I think they're burning the city down looking for you," Peter promised.

"I hope so." You murmured before wincing.

"Y/N?" Peter asked, sitting up straighter.

"I'm fine." You lied, moving to lie down on the cold floor.

"Don't lie to me, Y/N." Peter snapped. "What's wrong with the twins?"

"Nothing. Nothing. They're fine."

"Y/N." Peter started before you let out a gasp. "Y/N?"

"My water broke, Peter." You whispered.

"Oh shit."

"Look, Y/N, I really don't want to tell the pregnant woman what to do, but you have to try and stay quiet." Peter urged you.

"Fuck off, Parker!" You quietly snapped, biting into your fist to quiet your yells. "This kids not waiting, Pete. I think I'm gonna have to push." You cried.

"Then you're gonna have to push." Peter nodded.

"I didn't want it to go this way. I wanted Steve and Bucky to be here. I wanted the twins to be safe." You sobbed.

"Y/N, look at me." Peter pleaded. "Look, if I could come any closer, I'd be right there holding your hand, but I can't. And unfortunately, right now, this is the situation we're working with. I can't promise Steve or Bucky right now, but I promise you, nothing is going to happen to your babies."

You wanted to nod and smile at Peter's encouraging speech. You wanted to sit up and push these babies out in one go with no problems, but none of that was possible.

"Oh shit." You whimpered, hand shooting to your stomach. "I think I have to push."

Before Peter could respond, two things happened.

One, you were already shimming out of the clothes on your lower half.

And two, the sound of gunshots echoed throughout the room.

"Oh, thank God." Peter breathed, averting his eyes from you. "That's them."

"They better hurry, or both of 'em will be sleeping on the couch." You grunted.

The sound of gunfire easily covered your increasingly louder cries as the baby was getting closer to tearing its way into the world.

You could almost drown out the deafening sound as you tried to remember what your birthing coach had taught you. In fact, you almost entirely blocked out what was happening around you, until the sound of thundering footsteps got closer to your door.

You saw Peter sit upright at the noise, prepared to do what little he could in this situation when two matching gunshots rang out before something thumped to the ground.

The door slammed open, denting the wall it hit, as Bucky and Steve barreled inside.

"Oh thank God." Steve sighed, rushing to your side.

"We didn't think we'd make it in time," Bucky said, picking the lock on your chains.

"Nope, right in time." You grunted. "Enough with the locks. Barnes, give me your hand. Steve, get down there and get ready to catch."

"What?" The two froze.

"She's in labour!" Peter exclaimed, causing the two mob bosses to rush into action.

"Oh, I swear, I hate you. I hate you. I hate you. I hate you!"

"Oh, I love them." You gushed, staring down at the bundles in your arms.

After delivering both twins, and them being declared healthy as can be, Steve, Bucky and what seemed like an army, delivered you all back to your home.

Wanda had been quick to squeeze the life out of you for scaring her before giving her goddaughters the same treatment.

Wanda, and, Steve and Bucky's friends had all come and gone, leaving just the five of you together.

"How can anyone not?" Bucky whispered, running a gentle finger along one of the sleeping girl's cheeks.

"It's gonna be really hard to say no to either of them," Steve mentioned, watching the twins with the same sappy smile he'd been wearing for hours.

"You're gonna spoil them, aren't ya?" You smirked at the blonde.

"I plead the fifth." He said, causing you and Bucky to laugh quietly.

"You really scared us today, kitten," Bucky mentioned as the two of you sobered.

"We went a little crazy when we found out you were taken," Steve admitted.

"Peter thought you might burn down the city." You told the two.

"We were thinking about it," Bucky said, and you didn't think he was joking.

"I was scared too." You said, looking down at the babies. "Scared she'd take our babies and hurt them, scared she was gonna kill Peter and me, and honestly, I was scared I wouldn't get to see either of you ever again."

You felt a finger hook under your chin and found yourself looking into Steve's eyes.

"You were scared you wouldn't see us again?"

"Yeah."

"Yeah?"

"Yes." You nodded, swallowing back the tears at the memories. "I should have said something sooner, but I was scared, but I'm not scared anymore. I love the two of you. I don't want to be co-parents with you, I want the three of us to be together and just be these kids' parents.

I know it's dangerous, and I know I'm going to be worried about the two of you more often than not, but I think you're worth it. I think the three of us being together is worth it." You said, swallowing harshly once you had finished your impromptu speech.

"I can't believe you beat Steve to the speech." Bucky laughed. "Kitten, when we heard you were taken, we decided that once we got you back we were gonna ask you the same thing."

"Really?"

"Yes. And if you'll have us, we'd love to be in this with you 100%." Steve smiled. "As partners, lovers, the parents to the cutest girls ever born."

"Except for their mother." Bucky cut in.

"Except for their mother." Steve agreed. "What do you say?"

"How did I ever think this was supposed to be a one night thing?" You smiled at the two. "Yes. I want this. I want both of you. I want this family."

"And you'll have it."

"Along with anything else your heart could ever desire."

"It already has everything it could ever want."

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Tangled

Steve x reader x Natasha

Requested by anon

Soulmate AU. Drawings appear.

"We're going to freeze out here." Steve shivered, pulling Natasha closer to his side as they kept walking.

"There has to be shelter around here somewhere." Natasha insisted, clutching her jacket closer to her chest with one hand. Her other was firmly clutched around her gun.

The two had been assigned a mission separate from the rest of the team.

Natasha and Steve were to take the jet to a remote region of Siberia, where a new HYDRA base was said to have been formed.

Unfortunately for them, HYDRA had seen them coming and shot their jet down, causing their current trek through the frozen terrain.

"I can already hear the I told you so's from the rest of the team." Steve sighed.

"Us going with a team wouldn't have stopped HYDRA from shooting our jet down." Natasha shook her head. "Might have caused a few casualties."

"You're right." Steve agreed with his soulmate.

"We need to find a cave or something. It's going to be nightfall soon." Natasha said, surveying her surroundings.

"We just have to keep walking until we find somewhere," Steve said as he and Natasha pushed on.

The two walked for what felt like hours before they suddenly stopped in their tracks.

"Did I hit my head when we crashed, or am I really seeing this?" Steve rubbed at his eyes.

"If you have a head injury, so do I," Natasha said, staring down at the giant house in the valley of the mountain. "C'mon, we take shelter there for the night." She said, pulling Steve down the hill.

"What if someone's home?"

"Well, we see whose side they're on and go from there." Natasha shrugged.

As the two got closer to the house, they could see how wrong they were calling it that.

This wasn't a house. It was a mansion.

"Steve." Natasha stopped, almost causing the man to crash into her back.

"Jesus," Steve swore, staring down at the sight before him.

There, in the snow, lay a woman dead.

She had clearly been there for a while. The blood around her body had turned brown, and two birds were sharing a meal of her stomach.

"HYDRA?" Steve wondered, turning to his soulmate.

"Self-inflicted." Natasha shook her head. "Entry's under the chin, exit's top of the skull, and I think this is the weapon," Natasha said, kicking snow off a gun that was concealed by the dead woman's hand.

"Jesus. Guess the house is empty then." Steve mentioned, tearing his eyes away from the corpse.

"Only one way to find out," Natasha told her soulmate as she nodded at the mansion.

Together the two made their way towards the giant manor, climbing up the front porch before Natasha kicked the door down.

The door fell to the floor with a loud bang that echoed throughout the long hall.

"Cover my six," Natasha murmured to Steve as she stepped over the broken door.

"Mother?" The two heard as they neared the stairs. "Mother, please, I've learnt my lesson! Please just let us out, and I'll be good!" A girl promised.

"To the left." Natasha nodded to that hallway up the stairs.

"I know you're out there, Mother!" The girl called.

"This one," Steve whispered, standing in front of a painted door.

Steve reached out and attempted to turn the doorknob, only to find it unwilling to move.

"You want this one?" Natasha whispered to the man, taking a step back when he nodded.

Steve quickly kicked the door, and Natasha entered first, gun in hand, only to be growled at by a wolf.

"Christ," Steve swore, standing in front of Natasha, his shield protecting them both.

"Pascal, heel!" The same girl's voice said, causing the wolf to rush away.

Natasha and Steve's heads snapped to where a woman stood, and their jaws dropped.

The woman stood would with the wolf now sitting at her side. Her skin was incredibly pale, causing her dark eyes to stand out, but not as much as the hair that cascaded its way to the ground did.

"You're not mother." The woman said, her hand resting on the wolf's head.

"No, we're not." Natasha shook her head as she and Steve lowered their weapons.

"Did she send you for me? Is she letting me out?" The woman asked the two, stepping forward as a chain dragged behind her.

"She chained you up?" Steve questioned her with wide eyes.

"Please, the key is outside in the hall. If you could just let me out?" She begged before Steve rushed for the key.

"What's your name?" Natasha asked as Steve unlocked the woman's manacle.

"Y/N." She breathed, rolling her ankle as it was freed. "Thank you."

"Why were you locked in here?"

"Because. I disobeyed Mother's rules, and she didn't like that." Y/N shook her head. "It's only been three days. I thought it might have been longer."

"Three days?"

"Only a short punishment. But she must still be mad at me if she sent you for me." Y/N said, looking between the two. "How mad is she?"

"Um, well," Steve stuttered, shifting towards Natasha uncomfortably.

"It's better you see for yourself," Natasha said, holding her hand out to the woman.

Y/N stared at Natasha's hand for several seconds before finally taking it.

"C'mon, Pascal." Y/N summoned the wolf, who quickly moved to her side.

Natasha led the woman and the wolf through the hall, Steve following closely behind them.

"We found her like this," Steve murmured as Natasha pulled her through the broken front door.

Y/N wrapped her free arm around herself as she stepped out of her warm home onto the frigid porch.

Her eyes searched the front yard for her mother, and it wasn't long before she found her.

"Oh." Y/N gasped, her knees buckling before she fell to the floor.

Reader POV

"The milk's gone out of date. I hope you don't mind that I didn't use it." You said, placing a tray of tea on the table before flitting over to the pantry.

"Y/N, you really don't have to serve us." Steve protested for the fourth time.

"I don't know what I'll do if I stop moving." You shook her head. "Please, don't ask me to stop." You pleaded.

"The tea's delicious." Natasha changed the subject.

"Well, when you live alone for nine months out of the year, you experiment until you're satisfied." You said, grabbing a dog dish from the floor.

"You live here on your own?" Steve wondered.

"Ever since I was four when I worked out how to feed myself." You nodded, filling the dog dish with meat. "And I wasn't alone. I had Pascal." You said, placing Pascal's meal in front of him and stepping away before he went to eat.

"He's remarkably well trained," Natasha commented, staring at your wolf intently.

"Pascal was only a baby when I found him. He must have got separated from his family because he was alone on my porch." You told the redhead.

For a moment, the three of you fell into silence. The only sound in the kitchen was Pascal slurping down his meal.

"Thank you." You said, breaking the silence. "For helping me bury her."

"Of course." Natasha nodded.

"Y/N, do you have any idea why she'd do that?" Steve hesitantly asked before Natasha swatted him. "Ow, Nat!"

"You don't have to answer that."

"I think I know why she killed herself." You murmured, feeling both strangers' eyes trained on you. "My mother killed herself because of me."

Neither Natasha nor Steve knew how to respond to that.

"If you'll excuse me, I'm feeling a little light-headed. I'm just going to call it a day." You said, moving to the door. "Feel free to stay. There's plenty of room, and now there's another free room."

"Thank you, Y/N."

"Of course." You nodded. "Besides, I can't send you out there now. A storm's coming."

"It's clear skies out there." Steve protested.

"For now. But Pascal always knows when a storm's coming, and I know all the signs." You told the blonde.

Without another word, you turned on your heel and quickly left the room, beelining for your own.

You had barely closed the door behind you before you were sinking to the floor.

There were no tears, and you couldn't find it in yourself to want to cry as you thought about your mother.

"I shouldn't have said anything. Mother, if you can hear me, I'm sorry." You whispered, closing your eyes and leaning your head against the wall.

But there was no reply.

She'd never reply again.

As you had predicted, a snowstorm had started overnight and hadn't let up yet.

"You weren't kidding about the storm," Steve said, entering your room with Pascal at his side.

The wolf had taken quite a shine to him in the less than twenty-four hours he'd been here.

"I told you, I know the signs." You said, plaiting your hair which was a considerable task.

"I guess I've never been somewhere with snow storms before," Steve said, taking a seat on the edge of your bed. "Thank you for letting me and Nat stay."

"Of course, it's the least I could do." You shrugged. "You helped bury my mother, and you freed me."

"Yeah, about that. That wasn't something that happened regularly was it?" Steve wondered.

"Only when I'd broken her rules." You shrugged.

"Rules?"

"Don't go outside. Don't ask so many questions. Don't go into her room and through her things." You mentioned. "Don't write back to whoever writes to me." You added, glancing at your bare arms.

"You've never written to your soulmate?" Steve questioned you, sounding shocked.

"Soulmate?" You cocked your head.

"The person writing to you. That's your soulmate." Steve explained.

"Oh. That's not what mother said." You murmured as Pascal sat at your side. "Mother told me it was the universe's most cruel game. That whoever wrote to you was the person who would kill you."

"That's horrible." Steve gasped. "And not true at all."

"It's what I know, Steve. It's all I've ever been told." You shrugged.

"Y/N, Natasha is my soulmate. I've known her for years, and neither of us has ever tried to kill each other." Steve told you.

"Yet." You said pessimistically.

"It's never going to happen, Y/N. That's the point of soulmates. They're someone you love. Someone you care for and who cares for you." Steve said, moving to kneel at your side. "Your mother was wrong to tell you that. To lie to you."

"It wasn't her first lie." You mumbled, clenching your fist at the memory.

"Why don't you just try to talk to them? To your soulmate." Steve pushed you.

"Because they could be a cannibal. Carry the plague. Have sharp teeth." You listed, recalling a previous conversation with your mother.

"Y/N,"

"Steve, I can't. Not today, not right now." You cut the man off. "My mother is dead. I am discovering more and more of her lies daily. I can't try to contact someone who may just be what I think they will." You snapped.

"You're right. I'm sorry. I shouldn't have pushed you like that." Steve said, guilt taking over his face.

"It's fine, Steve." You shook your head. "You know anything about braiding? I can never get the back to look right." You sighed, letting go of your hair.

"Surprisingly, I do," Steve said, moving to stand behind you. "What kind of braid do you want? French? Dutch? Five strands?"

"You didn't have to do this, Nat." You said, watching the redhead move around your kitchen.

"Of course, I did. There are two thing's I'm good at, and one of them is pie." Natasha smiled.

"What's the second?" You cocked your head.

"Oh, the second's not for innocent ears," Natasha said with a smirk.

"Oh."

It had been a week since the start of the storm. It had stopped for two days before continuing with the same fierceness as before.

Growing up in this house, you were used to the occasional storm, but this was the only one you could remember actually having company for.

And you weren't complaining.

"You know all your knives are blunt, right?" Natasha questioned you as she struggled to cut through an apple.

"There's a sharpening stone in the drawer." You told the redhead.

"How are all your knives blunt in the first place?" Natasha asked, moving for the object.

"I don't really sharpen them in the first place." You shrugged. "Never really refined the technique."

"I'll have to teach you, damn it," Natasha swore, dropping the knife as she clutched her bleeding hand.

"Natasha?" You jumped up from your chair and rushed to the woman as her blood began to drip onto the floor.

"Shit. Sorry, Y/N." Natasha said, throwing her hand over the sink. "Wasn't holding the knife properly."

"That looks bad." You commented, staring at Natasha with wide eyes.

"I've had worse." Natasha shrugged. "Do you have a first aid kit anywhere here?"

"No." You shook your head. "But there's something I can do." You said, taking a step towards her.

"You know how to stitch?" Natasha rose a brow.

"I'm going to do something, but I need you to not freak out." You told the woman.

"Cryptic, but go on." Natasha nodded.

Stepping closer to Natasha, you pulled your long hair in front of you before wrapping the bottom around Natasha's wound.

"Flower gleam and glow." You began to sing as your H/C began to glow. "Let your power shine. Make the clock reverse. Bring back what once was mine."

Natasha let out a gasp, but you continued.

"Heal what has been hurt. Change the fates design. Save what has been lost. Bring back what once was mine. What once was mine." You finished.

You opened your eyes (when had you closed them?) but didn't yet look up at Natasha as you unwound your hair from her newly healed hand.

"How?" Natasha asked, raising her hand and looking at it incredulously.

"I don't know." You admitted. "When I was a kid, I started singing to myself when my hair started to glow. After a lot of screaming, Mother and I worked out I could turn back the clock."

"Turn back time?" Natasha rose a brow.

"How old do you think my mother was?" You asked instead of answering.

"She looked like she was in her late thirties." Natasha guessed.

"Mother was nearly ninety." You said, causing Natasha's eyes to widen. "She'd come back once a week for an extra boost."

"You're not like fifty, are you?"

"No, I'll be twenty-five in a few months." You smiled.

"Wow, okay, I have definitely seen strange, and you are now on that list," Natasha said, causing your brow to furrow.

"Is that bad?"

"No, it means you surprised me. And it takes a lot to do that." Natasha smiled. "By the way, you have blood in your hair now."

"I hate you!" You screamed, throwing the book at your mother's mirror. "I hate you!"

"Y/N," Steve knocked on the door, causing you to spin on your heel and see him and Natasha behind you. "Is everything okay?"

"I'm fine. Just emptying out mother's room. It's not like she'll be using it anytime soon." You said, sweeping your arm and knocking the things off her dresser.

"Y/N,"

"Steve, I'm going to ask you to stop looking at me like that because I'm doing great." You cut the blonde off. "My lying mother is dead. By her own hand, none the less, and all because she was too much of a coward to face me!" You exclaimed before dropping to the floor.

"Would you like to talk about that?" Natasha asked, now kneeling in front of you.

"That was long overdue." You muttered.

"Y/N, your mother might have lied to you about soulmates, but I'm sure you don't hate her." Steve tried to reason with you, causing you to scoff.

"I do hate her." You nodded. "And that wasn't her only lie. In fact, that wasn't even her biggest lie."

"And what would that be?"

"She stole me." You said, rising to your feet. "A man gave me to her after taking me from my biological parents, and she lied about it every day of her life."

"What?"

"Read for yourself." You stormed over to the book you threw, thrusting it into Natasha's hands. "She details it all in here. In fact, she kept track of my actual family trying to find me. Newspaper articles of them pleading for my return for year after year of my existence."

"The lost princess?" Steve read over Natasha's shoulder.

"I knew she was keeping something about my father from me. That's why you found me the way you did! I had asked her about him, and she got mad. Now I know why." You spat, rubbing your hands over your face.

"Y/N, we know this man," Natasha spoke, causing your head to snap up.

"What?"

"This man and the woman beside him, we know who they are," Natasha told you.

"Y/N, we work with your father. We're on the same team." Steve added.

"Don't toy with my emotions, please. It's not very kind." You shook your head at the two.

"We're not trying to toy with your emotions," Natasha said, pulling a newspaper article out of the book and turning it to you. "This man is Tony Stark, your father. We've worked together for years. And this Pepper Potts-Stark, your mother, your real mother." Natasha told you.

"Are they, are they still looking for me?" You looked between the two.

"They never stopped," Steve promised you. "They love you too much to stop." He said as you slipped to the ground, your world once again collapsing around you.

"Are they good people?" You asked Natasha and Steve not long after they admitted to knowing your birth parents.

"Some of the best we know." Steve smiled.

"And they still want me?" You wondered nervously, tapping the mug in your hands.

"They never stopped," Natasha promised you. "And when this storm ends, you can come with us to meet them."

"Wow." You said, leaning back in your seat and patting a whining Pascal. "This is unbelievable."

"You're taking this pretty well, all things considered." Steve complimented you.

"Mother, she wasn't always here, and when she was, there was a wall between us. And now I know why." You sighed. "I think that's why she did what she did. I just hope she found peace in her final moments." You told the two.

"That is remarkably kind." Natasha whistled.

"Well, despite the kidnapping, the abandonment, the abuse of my magic hair, the lies, and the locking me in my room, she did keep me alive." You said, causing Steve to chuckle as he reached across the table for a cookie.

"Steve, why are your arms covered in paint?" Natasha tsked at the green stains on Steve's arm.

"Oh, that'll be me, sorry." You apologised. "I was painting before that, and I just get paint everywhere. I'm always covered in it. See?" You showed the two your paint-covered arms.

"Natasha." Steve gasped, staring at you with wide eyes.

"I see it," Natasha said, rolling her sleeves up. "And I have the same patches too." She breathed.

"So, that means,"

"You're our soulmate," Steve told you. "But remember what I told you, Y/N."

"I do." You nodded. "Besides, I think it's very obvious to everyone in this room that my mother was a liar. But how can you have more than one soulmate?"

"Sometimes when a person or persons experience great pain during their life, the universe grants a penance." Natasha hummed.

"Another soulmate?"

"Another person to love and to love them." Natasha nodded. "I suppose the universe thinks it owes us an apology."

"That sounds about right," Steve muttered.

"I don't know how to be a soulmate." You admitted with a frown. "I don't know why the universe would give you me."

"Because we know pain," Steve told you. "And we know love."

"And we have more than enough to give," Natasha said, taking your hand.

"I don't know how to do this." You told the two. "I don't know how to be a soulmate."

"That's alright. It's not something anyone knows how to do." Natasha promised you.

"It's something you work out together," Steve told you.

"I'm willing to learn. If you're willing to be patient." You said after a moment, chewing on your bottom lip.

"Of course we are," Steve said as Natasha nodded.

"Everything is going to be just fine. We'll work this out together."

"Are we sure the storm's done?" Steve asked as the three of you packed a bag.

"Positive." You nodded, lightly wrapping a scarf around Pascal's neck as a lead. "This storm's past, but we better hurry before another comes along."

"The closest town's almost a two days walk away," Natasha said, ripping the map from your kidnappers' diary. "But with this, we should be fine." She added, shouldering her bag.

"Let's get going then." You said, nerves filling your chest at the idea.

"Y/N, are you sure there's nothing you want to take?" Steve asked you for the third time.

"I have my paints, I have Pascal, and I have the two of you." You smiled, raising a hand to his cheek. "There's nothing else I need from here. From her."

"Alright, let's get walking."

It had hardly been a half hour since the four of you began your journey when a deafening howl of wind caused you all to stop.

"What's that?" You yelled over the sound, Pascal huddling behind your legs.

"That's one of ours!" Steve exclaimed with a grin.

You watched from Natasha's side as a large plane appeared above you before landing a distance from you.

"Damn, I owe Brucie-Bear five bucks now!" A dark-haired man called as he exited the craft. "I was sure wolves had eaten you! Not that you would've tamed one." He teased, noting Pascal.

"You should know better than to doubt us by now, Stark." Natasha rolled her eyes, taking your hand.

"It's good to see you." A short man smiled as he followed after the first. "Who's your friend?"

"This is Y/N," Steve said, his arm moving around your waist. "She's our third."

"Soulmate?"

"Lucky you."

"Y/N, this is Bruce Banner and, Tony Stark," Natasha said, causing your eyes to widen. "Tony, this is Y/N,"

"You already said that." He interrupted, causing Natasha to narrow her eyes at him.

"Your daughter." Natasha continued.

"Excuse me?"

"We found her, Tony," Steve told the man. "She's been out here all this time."

"Shut up, Steve." Tony held up his hand as he stepped closer to you until he was an arm's length away.

You weren't sure what to say to the man, to your father, after all this time. So you settled for staring at him nervously.

"You look so much like your mother." Tony breathed before pulling you into an embrace.

For a second, you froze. But it wasn't long before you found yourself melting in his embrace.

"Hey, hon, we need some magic hair down here, please!" Your father called, causing you and your mother, your real mother, to share an amused look.

"What did you do now, Anthony?" Your mother sighed as the two of you made your way into the living room.

"I didn't do anything! Romanoff started it!" Tony whined as Natasha smirked.

"I didn't start anything, and Steve will back me up," Natasha said.

"If you were provoking our daughter-in-law again, then you don't deserve magic healing." Your mother scoffed before turning on her heel. "An ice pack will do you just fine!"

"Pepper, babe, just listen to my side of the story." Your father pleaded, chasing after your mother.

"What did you do?" You rose a brow at your soulmates.

"Tony asked us to train him in hand-to-hand, and he got cocky," Steve admitted, wrapping an arm around your waist.

"Nothing that won't heal," Natasha smirked.

"What did I ever do to deserve this chaos?" You sighed, smiling up at the two.

"You saying you'd trade us for someone else?" Natasha rose a brow.

"Never."

And you meant it. You wouldn't trade anything for your soulmates and your family. After the hell you had been put through, you had more than earned your family and soulmates.

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