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Collision

TW/CW: Car accident, injuries.

Pairing: Evan Buckley x Diaz!Reader

You smiled to yourself as you walked beside Christopher, your nephew. You had watched him in the morning while your brother was working, and Carla was attending an appointment. You didn’t mind though, you absolutely adored him, and he enjoyed spending time with you.

You had an hour to kill before dropping him off to Carla, and heading off to work yourself, so you decided to swing by the station to have lunch with the team. It was quiet when you arrived, indicating the team were on a call. You took it upon yourself to make lunch for everybody, knowing it would be a relief to them when they got back. Chris was sat at the table on his tablet, in a world of his own, allowing you to focus on the food. You couldn’t help but smile to yourself as the sound of the shutters opening filled the station followed by heavy boots thudding against the floor as each firefighter jumped out of the truck. The footsteps got closer, the faint smell of smoke mixed with a familiar aftershave filled your nostrils and you instinctively lean back into the body that is now behind you as arms snake around your waist. “Isn’t this a nice surprise?”

You turn towards the voice, and smile, “Apparently, I can’t seem to stay away.” You lean up to kiss Buck, causing Chris to pull a disgusted face. This seemed to amuse Buck, and he kissed you again. Eddie appeared in the kitchen, and made his way over to his son, visibly happy to see him. “Come on guys, get a room.” You rolled your eyes playfully at your brothers comment, and pulled away from Buck.

You dished up the food for the team and took a seat, eager to hear about the call they had just been on. You listened intently as you ate, your complete focus on Buck as he spoke passionately about the call. Your heart warmed as you watched his face light up, he loved how much you genuinely enjoyed hearing about the calls, and how his day had gone. Chimney was the next to speak up, “It was a good call, except the part where Buck was playing hero and nearly got himself killed.” Bucks eyes widened and he turned to look at Chimney, giving him a look that immediately stopped him talking. Chimney, trying to help, began speaking again, “Don’t worry, it’s nothing out of the ordinary. It wasn’t any more dangerous than a simple call, the risk is always there. Besides, it was probably one of the safer times Buck tried to save the day, you should’ve seen him on the call last week.”

“Chim, stop talking.” Buck, who was now visibly on the spot, turned to face you. He studied your face, working out how to approach this. He opened his mouth to reassure you, but you beat him to it, “I thought we spoke about this…” Buck knew you understood that no day was guaranteed, and that saving people on calls was something he would always try to do, even if it put him at risk. He also knew that he had a habit of jumping the gun and putting himself in dangerous situations without thinking it through. “I’m sorry…”

You checked your watch, and stood up. “I just wish you’d be more careful, Buck.” Chris stood up and hugged Eddie goodbye, and you did the same. “Later bro.” You said goodbye to the team and walked back to the car with Chris by your side. The breeze hit you, and you took a deep breath. Maybe you were overreacting, maybe not but you just needed a moment. You helped Chris into the car and got in yourself, turning on the radio. The short ride to Carlas mostly consisted of Chris laughing as you sang along to the music, and the occasional conversation when Chris wasn’t overly engrossed in his phone. Carla was there to greet you when you pulled up on her drive, Chris was extremely excited and practically jumped out of the car to hug her. Carla gave you a hug, “Y/N, it’s so good to see you!” You smiled and hugged back, “It’s been a while, huh? Life has been hectic.” Carla laughs at this, “You’re telling me, your brother told me all about you and Buck. Moving in together? That’s a big step!”

“We were practically living together anyway, and if I’m being honest, Eddie is probably just relieved to have his couch back. I was starting to get on his nerves.” You explained to Carla, and she chuckled. “Well, I wish you all the best. I’m gonna get Chris inside, and I’ll let you run off to work. It was lovely seeing you.” You hug Chris goodbye and bid farewell to Carla before getting into your car and beginning your journey to your place of work. In front of you, the amber light turned to red and you stopped. You could see that traffic was beginning to build up on the other side of the junction, and you didn’t want to be late. You sighed, and made the decision to take an alternate route, so when the light turned green, you indicated and pulled out to begin taking your turning. You let out a sudden gasp before you could even properly register the car coming towards you. All you could do was attempt to brace for the impact, and so you did.

A loud crunching sound surrounded you, followed by the feeling of being thrown as your car was barrelled into. You closed your eyes tightly, scared of what was next. You didn’t have the courage to open them again until the car steadied. The first thing you could see was the airbag in front of you, despite not feeling it deploy moments before. You could smell the burning of the tyres, outside of the car, you could hear the panicked voices of bystanders, but all you could focus on was the blood that was now spread across your arms, unsure of where it was actually coming from. You weren’t in pain, at least you couldn’t feel any in that moment. Is that what shock feels like? You couldn’t think, but your eyes got heavy and you fought your hardest not to succumb to the darkness.

Back at the station, the call was only just coming in. The alarm blared throughout the station, alerting the team to the call. They were quick to jump into action, grabbing their gear and piling themselves into their assigned trucks. Eddie and Buck sat beside each other, speaking casually between themselves about what had happened earlier. “Just give her some time, she’ll come around. For her, two of the people she loves most are at risk everyday, you’ve gotta imagine it can’t be easy. It’s a risky job as it is, and when you put yourself into riskier situations without needing to, it decreases the chance of making it home at the end. She’s scared. Just talk to her.” Eddie attempted to reassure Buck, who was feeling terrible. He couldn’t shake the image of your face from his mind, the face that showed disappointment in his actions. Before Buck could respond, the truck halted and the team jumped out, ready to give help where needed. Buck stopped in his tracks as an all too familiar car was crushed before him. He tried not to panic, hoping that his suspicions were wrong. His eyes flicked to the number plate and his heart stopped. His feet were moving before his mind could catch up. He shouted your name, drawing Eddies attention. It took Eddie a few seconds to process what was happening. You had not long left the station, it couldn’t possibly be you. Right?

Buck arrived to your car first, nausea washed over him as he caught sight of your injured body. “Y/N? Hey, it’s me. I’m here.” You weren’t completely aware of what was happening, your eyes opened with a struggle. Your movements were weak as you turned your head to look at him. “Buck?” You spoke quietly, not completely aware of the situation at hand. “Don’t move, try and keep still.” He tried to remain as calm as he could, he didn’t want to scare you any more, he was terrified himself. Eddie ran right over to the car, his heart racing as he feared what he would find. His first instinct was to check the back seat, relief finally washing over him as he saw no sign of Christopher. Still, he needed to make sure, “Y/N, was Chris in the car?”

You shook your head, “Carlas.” Eddie felt a weight off his shoulders, knowing his son was safe. The weight soon came back when he saw the condition you were in. Your eyes rolled back, and you fell into unconsciousness. Bobby was running the scene, assigning Hen and Chim to medically assist you, and he grabbed the gear to support Buck and Eddie in freeing you from the car. Buck didn’t want to let go of your hand, but he knew he had to in order to get you out sooner. The team worked tirelessly, ensuring to be as careful as possible. Bobby handed the halligan to Buck, “Buck, you focus on getting the doors open. Diaz, grab the saw and be on standby.”

Buck groaned as he tried to pry the doors open, with no results, “Roofs too dented Cap, I can’t get it open.” Bobby nodded, and turned to Eddie, “Saws it is. Get in there Diaz, Buck, you too.” The roof was off in no time, Hen and Chim jumped straight in and equipped you with a neck brace, and got the back board in place to move you. Hen checked your vitals quickly, trying to make sure you were steady enough to be moved. “I’ve got a faint pulse, we gotta move.” They moved you out of you car quickly, and transferred you to the ambulance. “Trauma to the abdomen, possible internal bleeding. I’ll let the hospital know we’re en route.” Buck jumps into the back of the ambulance with Chimney, and instantly takes your hand in his. Hen places herself into the drivers seat, putting the ambulance into 911 mode and begins the journey as fast as she can to the nearest hospital.

Buck hated seeing you like this. He was filled with anxiety, the nausea constantly there as he studied your visible injuries. His heart sank with every second that went by, the more he thought about you laying there almost lifeless, expecting you to flatline any second now. “I’m sorry baby, we can’t leave things like this. I need you to get through this so I can apologise to you. I know I’m not the easiest person to love, and I also know that I’m the biggest pain in the ass, but I love you, and I need you. Please.” Buck sobbed as he held your hand tighter. Time seemed to be going extremely slow for Buck, yet moments later Hen was pulling up at the hospital. You were rushed in, Hen spewed all your information to the nurses as you were wheeled in and handed over. Buck, Hen and Chimney stood there as you were wheeled out of sight. One of the nurses stopped Buck from running after you, and he sat defeated in the waiting room. The rest of the team arrived soon after, Eddies face was similar to Bucks. Eddie spoke first, “Any update?” The lack of response from Buck had him on edge, fearing the worst. Luckily, Chimney filled the silence. “There’s no update, but no news it almost always good news.”

Eddie placed his hand on Bucks shoulder, giving it a reassuring squeeze before sitting down next to him. “How’re you holding up?” Buck didn’t look up, instead he kept his head in his hands. He couldn’t respond, he couldn’t trust his voice not to give out. His leg bounced anxiously, and despite not talking, his feelings were painfully obvious. Eddie could empathise, he knew exactly what was going through Bucks mind. It was happening to him too, but he concealed it as much as he could, knowing Buck needed him. “You know, each time we’re sat in these chairs, it never gets easier. You don’t have to talk, I get it. I think you should know that I’m right here for you, I understand. Y/N is going to be okay, that I have no doubt about. She’s my sister, and us Diaz’s, we don’t back down. We fight.” Eddie continues talking, and he’s not sure whether he’s trying to convince Buck or himself.

A few hours go by, and the team are waiting as patiently as they can for an update. Maddie had arrived some time ago, and was sat with Buck. She was not only there to support her brother, but also her brothers girlfriend, who Maddie had claimed as her best friend shortly after meeting her. Bobby hands a coffee to Buck and Eddie, who hadn’t moved from their seats since arriving. This changed moments later as a nurse approached, making them stand. Buck felt as if his legs were going to give way any second. The nurse cleared her throat, “She’s stable. She’s incredibly lucky to have made it out with the injuries she did, it could’ve been a lot worse. She’s awake, if you’d like to go see her.”

Buck didn’t stick around to hear whatever else the nurse had to say, he darted through the corridor until he got to your room. He stopped to take a deep breath, and stepped inside. He was scared to look at you, all he could picture was you covered in blood still. His head shot up as he heard a voice, your voice to be exact, “Buck?”

He was by your bedside in a blink of an eye, taking your hand in his. His eyes wandered over your body, taking in each of your injuries. His heart broke a little more with each one. He finally looked you in the eyes, and that’s when it hit him. His eyes filled up with tears, “Y/N…”

“Hey, don’t cry. I’m fine, see. I’m right here.” You gave his hand a squeeze, trying to give him the reassurance he needed. Buck took a seat close to your bed, your hand in his and against his lips. You move your hand up to his cheek and wipe his tears, Buck practically melted into your touch. “I really thought I had lost you.”

“I’m right here, I’m not going anywhere. I need to apologise for my reaction earlier, that could’ve been our last conversation earlier and left without saying goodbye, or telling you how much I love you.”

Buck shook his head, “You have nothing to apologise for, I’m the one that owes you an apology. I’m sorry that I’m not more careful when I’m out on a call, I shouldn’t be that reckless. I’m sorry that I can’t promise to walk through that door every night, safe and unscathed. I can appreciate how you feel now, and I promise I’ll try my hardest to be more careful. I love you, and I don’t want you ever feeling anything close to what I’ve felt today.” You wince as you sit up, making Buck panic. You push through the pain, and pull Buck to you. “Come here.” He stands from his chair and leans down to kiss you quickly. He carefully moves your hair from your face, ensuring he doesn’t touch any of your cuts or bruises.

“I love you too, and even though I’m petrified that you won’t make it home one day, I trust that you’ll try everything in your power to make sure you do. I’m proud of you, Evan.” As you spoke, Buck smiled to himself. A sense of relief washed over him. Before he could respond, you continued. “So… does this mean I can finally get a new car now?”

Buck chuckled, “You’re a pain in the ass, Diaz.”

“Takes one to know one, Buck.”

A/N: So, I think I rewrote this like 10 times. Its been a while since I've done any writing, so please bare with me while I figure out my writing style again. Any criticism is welcome, I appreciate the feedback.

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vibraniumavenger · 18 days

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I’m going to start writing for 9-1-1 and I’m currently working on some one shots for Buck x Reader. I’d appreciate any requests to help get me back into the creative flow and to motivate me into writing for Buck as I haven’t written for him before. I’m also willing to write for other 9-1-1 characters. I should have a Buck one shot up soon, so keep an eye out!

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vibraniumavenger · 18 days

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I’m back😅

So, a lot has happened since I last posted. I got a new job last year, and I’ve been doing so many hours. I felt like I gave up so easily when trying to get back into writing, and when writing Ties That Mend.

I’m currently working on some pieces that I’ll post eventually and then I’ll hopefully finish up TTM.

Sorry, and thank you!

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vibraniumavenger · 9 months

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Ties That Mend Update

Part 5 of Ties That Mend should be out by tomorrow, I’m hoping! Sorry for the delay, I’ve had a lot happening. I lost my job recently, and I was in a car accident the other day. I’ve just been recovering the best I can, I’m feeling a little better today so I’m working on the chapter currently. Any requests for Ties That Mend?

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vibraniumavenger · 9 months

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Hey, sorry I’ve been away! I’m currently dog sitting for 2 weeks, and I’ve also just had to quit my job so I’ve been busy stressing and trying to find another one 😂 I’m trying to get part 5 of ties that mend finished now that I have some time in between job searching, so hopefully I can finish it and it’ll be up soon! In the mean time, if you’d like a request just hit me up! I’d like to work on something more also, just to get my mind flowing.

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vibraniumavenger · 9 months

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The Bird On My Shoulder

A/N: This is one I did many years ago that is also posted on my old account. Enjoy!

Peter Parker x Reader / Clint Barton x Platonic!Reader

Without hesitation, Y/N jumped from the 15th floor window. Feeling the rush of adrenaline coursing through her veins and wind through her hair, she couldn't help but chuckle as she positioned herself for landing. To her surprise, the impact of feet and concrete never came. Instead, she felt a grip around her waist as she began gently swinging through the air. Eventually, she was placed on the ground below, ready to jump back into action. Before continuing, she made sure to slap her saviours arm and groan, “Peter, you know I could've landed that! I always land on my feet, remember?”

Peter just shrugged, laughing a little at her annoyance, “I know you're perfectly capable, but I just like to know you're safe.” She gave him small smile and rolled her eyes, “Well, thank you.” Turning away, she ran to help the others. Her speed assisted her as she charged towards her enemy, extending her claws to plunge into his chest. His limp and newly lifeless body fell to the ground with a loud thud, causing her to sigh and find the next enemy. She stood momentarily, listening for any other signs of danger. A familiar groan was heard in the distance. She looked around at the rest of the team, their lack of reactions proved they had not heard it. Quickly, she sprinted off towards the pained sound.

Sam was pinned down, his broken wings underneath him in an uncomfortable position. An agent was above him, ready to strike once again before she jumped into action. Pouncing onto his back, she pierced his throat with a single claw and let him fall beside Sam. She offered Sam her hand, only for him to harshly decline. “You didn't have to do that, I had control of the situation.” Showing his frustration as it etched across his face. “It didn't look that way, he was about to kill you. Your wings are broken! You're lucky I was there.” Sam shook her words off. “Believe me, I didn't need saving. Especially by somebody from Planet of Cats.”

She walked away, sucking in a harsh breath as her eyes pricked. She wasn't from Planet of Cats and she was only trying to help.

The end of the fight was near, the base had been cleared and intel had been retrieved. The bodies of the beaten up and bloodied team trudged to the quinjet, collapsing into the chairs as soon as they made it. Natasha and Clint buckled themselves in as they prepared the jet for departure, sighing as they did so. It soon became airborne and the team were relieved.

As soon as the jet landed, everybody exited and made their way to the medical bay. Y/N on the other hand made her way to her room. Jumping in the shower, she scrubbed the dirt and blood from her tense and aching body before pulling on her favourite pyjamas and making her way to the common room. Peter chuckled as she flopped down next to him, her head nuzzling into his lap. “Comfortable?” Peter ran his hand through her hair, massaging her scalp. She nodded, keeping her eyes closed as she enjoyed the sensation. Tony walked in moments later, pouring himself a whiskey and eyeing the two of them sprawled out on the sofa. Tony then turned to Rhodey, laughing to himself before sharing what was on his mind, “What’s going on with the two of them?” He asked, taking Rhodey by surprise. “I have no idea, but its sort of sweet. Don't you think?”

Tony couldn't hold back, his shoulders began shaking in silent laughter as he wiped a stray tear that had managed to escape. “If you call a kid that was bitten by a radioactive spider and another that was bitten by a radioactive cat sweet, then sure, its sweet.” Rhodey let out a frustrated sigh at Tony’s somewhat-offensive statement. “I don't think she was bitten by a radioactive cat.”

“The funniest part is if they had children. Can you imagine what they'd be? It’d be a litter of eight-legged, furry spider-kittens with the abilities to make webs and always land on their feet. That’s extremely disturbing if you ask me.” Peter involuntarily rolled his eyes at Tony’s remarks as he pulled Y/N closer, trying his best to comfort her. Tony poured himself another drink, knocking it back before leaving the room.

“You know Tony can be a jerk sometimes, don't let him get to you.” Peter whispered, tracing small circles on the palm of her hand. Instead of an audible response, she just nodded. “Want me to talk to them?” Shaking her head frantically, she voiced her worries “It’ll just cause more trouble, they'll think me weaker than I already am. Please, just leave it.” Peter pulled her closer, “You know you can trust me, right?” She nodded, leaning into him.

The next morning, she awoke in her bed. Standing up, she walked into her bathroom and turned the shower on. Stepping in, she let the warm water cascade down her sore and aching body as she scrubbed herself clean once again. Finishing her regular morning routine, she held the towel against her body as she walked to her wardrobe. Throwing a plain jumper and a pair of black jeans onto her messy bed, she prepared to get ready. Just as she dropped her towel, her door swung open. Quickly, she turned her back to the door and gripped onto her towel with a death grip. “Clint, ever heard of knocking?!”

“I-I’m so sorry Y/N, I didn't think!” He studied her back, furrowing his eyebrows. “What happened to you?” This caught her off guard. “I’m not sure what you're talking about.” Clint just shook his head, “Y/N, I’m just trying to help. Is that how you received your enhancements?” She laughed, only it wasn't from humour. It was pained and forced. “Why? So once I tell you, you can run back to the others and mock me some more? No thanks.”

“I’m pretty much the only person that hasn't mocked you, besides Parker and Banner. You can trust me, I swear. I will not run back to them, I will keep it between us. I just want to understand more about you, I want to help. I have kids, I would hate for them to feel alone or bullied by people that are supposed to support them. Let me be a friend,” he spoke genuinely and she felt herself relaxing a little. “Get out and let me get dressed, then we’ll talk.”

Clint gave her a small, reassuring smile as he left, closing the door behind him. She locked it before taking a seat on her bed, fiddling with the corner of her blanket nervously. She was about to open up for the very first time. After she had pulled herself together, telling herself to trust him, she pulled her clothes on and opened the door once again. Inviting Clint in, she placed herself back onto her bed. He followed and took a seat next to her. She opened her mouth, but couldn't find the words. “Its okay, take your time.”

“When I was a child, around 7, my father went away. Well, he joined the army, at least that’s what my mother told me. I don't really remember it too much but I know he never returned. It destroyed my mother, she blamed herself, told herself she should've stopped him leaving. She convinced herself she wasn’t a good enough reason for him to stay behind and she couldn't take it. She began drinking. It was only a few drinks every day to start with, she claimed it would numb the pain. It became her coping mechanism and eventually became an addiction. Everyday she would drink herself into oblivion and all I could do was watch her waste away. I was 9 when the social worker removed me from the household. I was placed in a group home temporarily, until somebody would either foster or adopt me. Unfortunately, most people want babies, not older kids. I was told over and over again that somebody would come for me but nobody ever did. On my tenth birthday, one of the caretakers took me out for the day. We got ice cream, we saw a movie, it was the most fun I had but I knew it wouldn't last. I snuck away when she was distracted, I wandered the streets trying to find somebody that would love me. A man approached me in the middle of the night as I was trying to find shelter, he asked if I was lost and if there was anybody I could call. My biggest mistake was telling him I didn't have anybody.

He took me to his car, gave me some leftovers from his sandwich and drove for hours until we reached a warehouse. It was full of kids like me, unloved, unwanted, nobody to miss them. It was tragic really. It didn't seem too bad at first, they gave me fresh clothes, ensured I was hydrated and fed before making sure I had a goodnights rest. The next day is when it all started. They led me to a room that was oddly bare. It was way too sterile for my liking. They sat me in the extremely uncomfortable chair and strapped me down,” she began rubbing her wrist as she reminisced, “the straps were tight, every time I tried to move or wriggle out of them they'd grow more painful. They would experiment on me night and day. I hated it, I would cry continuously, begging them to let me go but they didn’t. My voice would become hoarse from the constant screams as they injected me, cut me open and even broke my bones to test my ability to heal. I wasn't Y/N, I was experiment #182, nothing more, nothing less. They enhanced my DNA for their own advantage, against my own will and for what? I wasn't of use to them, why would I be? They threw me away after realising I had cat-like abilities and not something great like invisibility or telekinesis. I enrolled into school, everybody thought I was just plain weird and mocked me because I wasn't like others. I've had a lifetime of it and I hate that the team mocks me too.” She admitted, wiping a stray tear that had managed to escape.

Clint ground his teeth, trying his best not to show too much emotion at her revelation. “I'm sure you don't want sympathy, but I’m sorry you had to go through that. Can I tell you something, truthfully?” She nodded. “Back in my day-” Clint started, but Y/N cut him off before he could continue, “This isn't going to be like one of Cap’s ‘during the war’ stories is it? Because I hate to break it to you, grandpa, but we’re no longer in the olden days.” “Hey, I’m not that old! You little shit…” They both broke into laughter, not being able to commit to the serious tone.

“Anyway, as I was saying before I was rudely interrupted. Back in my day, people would mock me all the time. The kids in my class would bully me. If there was another child, I can guarantee they would bully me. You know why? Because I’m deaf. I was different from them, automatically excluding me from their friendship groups. I would go home and cry for hours because all I wanted was a friend. My teacher pulled me to the side one day, I was scared I was in trouble but it was the complete opposite. She gave me some great advice on how I should stand up for myself, even if it meant mocking myself slightly. Can I be honest? It was worth it. The next day when the kids started bullying me again, you know what I said?” Clint looked at her, waiting for a response. She shook her head, but he waited for her to say it. “What did you say?” Clint smiled widely, “I’m glad you asked! I said, ‘I’m sorry, I can't hear you!’ And they didn't mock me anymore after that. They couldn’t, they had no leverage, no ammo because I had accepted I was deaf and their words no longer had an impact on me. So, take the advice that was once given to me. Don't let their words hurt you, let it go over your head and laugh along with them. I mean life’s one big joke anyway. Once they realise it doesn't affect you, they'll stop trust me.”

She smiled warmly, hugging him before thanking him profusely. “Shall we go see if it works?” Clint asked, causing her to smile wider and nod. “Lets go!”

The common room was full of the team, all chatting amongst themselves until Y/N and Clint entered. “Look what the cat dragged in!” Natasha snorted as she took in Clint’s figure next to Y/N, breaking the silence. “Yeah, its not uncommon for cats to bring birds in,” Steve remarked, not so offensively. When Y/N laughed, they seemed slightly taken aback. When she ran and pounced onto the sofa next to Peter, Tony sighed. “Jesus, were you raised in a barn?” Sam snorted, “No, she was born into a litter of kittens and raised by cats!” Tony fist bumped him, laughing at his comeback. “If you think I’m wild, you should've seen the rest of the litter. Little Timmy would run up and down the curtains, Bernard would roll in his own shit and the twins, Gerald and Geraldine, lets not even go there… I’m the normal one.” Bruce, Clint and Peter were stifling their laughs as Tony’s newly dumbfounded face was truly a sight to behold. “Oh, so she’s got jokes now. Good.” The comment was more to himself. He settled into an almost proud grin as if she had cracked the code to Einstein’s theorem.

“Y/N, what’s with all this sudden bravery?” Peter inquired with a beaming smile. Looking over at Clint, she said with a smile of her own, “Lets just say a little birdie gave me some great advice. Which reminds me,” before Peter could process what was happening, her lips were on his. Tony muttered something about needing more whiskey to process this much teen rebellion and others quickly followed to avoid the sentimental moment.

Pulling away, Peter grinned from ear to ear, “You have no idea how long I've wanted that.” She couldn't help but laugh, shaking her head in disbelief, “A cat and a spider, who would've thought?” Peter also laughed at this, “We’re quite a pair.” As she started leaning in again, the alarm began blaring, alerting them of an urgent mission that required them all. She sat back, expecting them to suit up and leave without her.

“Y/N, what're you doing sitting around? Come on, suit up!” Natasha eagerly prompted, before walking of to get ready. Y/N smiled, jumping up and doing a small victory dance before running off to fully equip herself. The team made their way to the quinjet, piling in as Steve went over the plan.

Before they left the jet, they loaded their weapons and prepared themselves for what was to come, “Okay, do your best out there, guys! Go get ‘em team!” Sam mocked Steve’s usual ‘Avengers assemble’ and they all piled out, giving their all.

The fight was intense, bullets were flying in every direction and the team were gradually becoming exhausted. Y/N’s attention was focused on the bullet that was rapidly racing towards Sam. Y/N ran in front of Sam before he could even react, blocking the bullet and knocking it to the ground before pouncing onto the agent that delivered it. Her metal claws retracted once more as she sliced into him, knocking him to the ground as he took his last breath. Unexpectedly, Sam smiled at her, “Thanks Y/N, I owe you!”

For the first time in her life, she was proud to have these enhancements and she was even prouder to be an Avenger. This was her life now and she finally accepted that.

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Ties That Mend -Part 4

Find part 3 here. Ties That Mend Masterlist.

When you awoke the next morning, you couldn't help but smile to yourself. Not only was it the longest you had slept nightmare free, you also felt extremely positive about everything now. Things were slowly but surely looking up, although you weren't entirely sure where you stood with Tony, you were definitely in a better place with each other than you had been previously. As you jumped in the shower, the team were enjoying their breakfast together at the table.

“Yesterday was strange, am I right?” Clint somewhat mocked, causing Nat to roll her eyes. “You doofus, of course it was strange. They’ve avoided each other since Y/N joined, now all of a sudden they're best buds? It doesn't add up.” She stated, drawing the attention of the others. They all nodded their heads in agreement. “Tony’s with Pepper, so we know they aren't together. Maybe they just decided to put their differences aside and agreed to be civil for the team?” Steve tried to justify. The conversation went back and forth between them all, before Sam had an idea.

“Hey, Maximoff…” he smirked, wiggling his eyebrows at Wanda. Her eyes widened before shaking her head quickly, “No, it is not happening. I will not poke around in their heads without their consent. It has troubled me many times. I do not wish to comply.” Wanda then excused herself, shoving her breakfast in the bin before walking out. Sam sighed, desperate to find out truth. “What about the camera footage? Surely theres a piece of audio we could use to confirm anything?” Nat smirked at his suggestion. “Jarvis, play audio footage of Tony’s conversation with Y/N,” she demanded.

“Access denied.” the A.I announced, making Tony laugh as he walked in. “You really think we’d be that stupid? Of course we wiped all traces of video and audio footage, I knew you idiots would try your luck.” he laughed once again, before walking over to Pepper, giving her a quick kiss as he took the plate from her hand. “Hey Pep, what do you think of this whole thing? Are you not worried?” Pepper laughed, shaking her head. “I trust Tony and Y/N. I also know their dirty little secret.” she smirked, taking a sip of her coffee.

You eventually walked in, ignoring the others. “Morning Tony, morning Pepper.” “Morning Y/N, coffee?” Tony asked, extending the cup he had just prepared you. You took a sip, smiling at the familiarity. The flashbacks of the late nights you and Tony would spend working and drinking his ‘special’ coffee to keep yourselves awake came back to you. “Thank you. It’s good,” you complimented. He ruffled your hair, smiling as he walked away.

It felt strange, scary even. Not only had this been foreign to you for many years, but you were adapting to it rather quickly. You walked out after Tony, catching up to him and heading down to the lab.

He took a seat and you sat opposite. “So, what're you working on, anything I can help with?” You were quick to offer your assistance, hoping he would accept. He looked over his sheet of paper before looking up at, you “Actually, there is. If you grab the blackboard, you can help me solve this.”

Doing as he said, you positioned the blackboard and began working. You both seemed to get lost in your work, testing every possible formula for his desired finish. “Wait, I think we have it! The equation is N2H4 + HNO3 → N2H5NO3. Y/N, pass me the hydrazine and nitric acid,” searching through the alphabetically organised cabinet, you finally found them both. “Tony, are you sure this is right?” you questioned, slightly concerned about his choice. “Relax, we did our research right. You and I have done a good job, now grab your goggles and gloves!”

Hesitantly, you pulled your gloves over your hands and placed your goggles over your eyes. You handed Tony what he needed and stood close by, waiting for the reaction. He handled the substances with care as he measured each of them out. Ensuring the measurements were precise, he went ahead and began his test. The second the two mixed, a loud bang erupted before flames raised before you both. Almost instantly, footsteps made their way to the lab. The fire alarm began blaring and water rained down on you, extinguishing the fire. Tony slowly met your gaze as Pepper swung the door open, “What on earth were you thinking? Tony, are you trying to get us killed?” She began lecturing Tony until she realised you were standing there, also showing signs of involvement. “Y/N, really? I can barely handle Tony, now theres two of you? You really are alike…” Pepper let out an exasperated sigh before rubbing her temples in a circular motion, “I need a drink.”

Moments later, the rest of the team joined. “What the heck was that?” Bruce asked, mildly concerned. “It’s fine, it's under control. We’ve already had our lecture, please go back to whatever you were doing.” Tony reassured. Everybody sighed and turned away, abandoning the lab as you and Tony stood quietly. Once alone, you couldn't contain your laughter. Tony soon followed as he laughed too, clutching his sides. “Ah man, Pepper was so mad! It was hilarious.” You both high five each other, exactly how you would back in the day. You both spent the remainder of the day in the lab.

“Fury, where is it this time?” You asked as you answered your phone. “Russia. I’ll have the report sent over within the hour, you head out tomorrow. Good luck, Agent Stark.” You nod to him through the camera, “Thank you, Sir.” You ended the call immediately after, hoping nobody had heard him use your birth name before heading back to your room. Fury stayed true to his word, the report was delivered within the hour by S.H.I.E.L.D.S. very own Agent Coulson. After thanking him, you walked off to your room.

As you studied the file in your hands, you couldn’t help but let a small smile grace your face as you thought about your first mission as an Avenger. Your time as an Avenger the past few months hadn’t been the best, you hadn’t formed any proper relationships with the rest of the team. Now that you had started sorting things out with Tony, you knew it was time to start trying to interact with the team, instead of feeling obliged to take part in small talk with one another. Closing the file, you put it aside and start getting ready for bed.

The next morning, you awoke early. You showered, before suiting up and heading down to the debriefing room, stopping to pour a coffee on the way. You were the first one to arrive, Steve was next, followed by Bucky and lastly, Natasha. The mission seemed fairly simple, it wasn’t anything you weren’t familiar with. It’d start with a stakeout, the four of you would gather as much intel as you could before infiltrating the hideout of Valentina Petrovaand retrievingstolen Stark Industries weapons and technology. You each discussed the mission with each other, ensuring everybody was on the same page and clear on the instructions. “We leave in an hour, go grab your things”.

Your gear was already prepared, so you loaded the jet and went back in to find Tony. “Hey kid, you heading out?”

You nod, “I’ll be gone a few days it seems, I’m just excited to see some action.” Tony chuckled, “I bet. You be careful out there, okay? I’ve lost you once, I don’t want to lose you again.” You hugged him, “Are you getting all soppy on me?” Just as Tony opened his mouth to reply, Steve walked in. “Howard, lets go.”

“And, that’s my cue. Later, Stark.” You bid your goodbyes, and follow Steve to the jet, taking a seat and getting comfortable as you prepare to take off. The flight was silent for the first few hours, you didn’t mind though. You took the opportunity to nap lightly, making up for the early morning and the lack of sleep the night before. Steve nudged your foot as he sat down, causing you to jump awake, in a confused state, you take in your surroundings. “Sorry, Y/N! I didn’t see your foot there.” You gave him a soft smile, “No need to apologise, its absolutely fine! It was about time I woke up anyway.” You readjusted yourself in your seat, sitting up straighter. Steve turned to you, “How are you feeling about the mission?” You thought for a second, deciding how you would answer. “I’m looking forward to it, it's been a while since I’ve actually been on a mission. I’m intrigued to see how the four of us work together out there, especially considering we haven’t really acknowledged each others presence since I’ve been a part of the team. I’m hoping we can maybe start changing that?”

Steve nodded, “I’d definitely like that, and I’m sure the others will too. Y/N, please forgive me if I seem out of line when I say this, it’s not my intention at all, but we just have a few concerns. We know nothing about you, and that’s fine! Please don’t feel pressured telling us about your past, we would just like to know that we can trust you out there. As you know, we need to have each others backs and we just need to know that you’ll have ours. If there’s any way you can reassure us, that’ll be a huge help.”

You weren’t sure what to say, it definitely caught you off guard but you knew how to reassure him, at least you hoped it would. Reaching into your bag, you pulled out a photo and handed it to Steve without a word. “You knew Peggy?” Steve asked as he held the picture in his hands. “Yeah, I did. She’s family.” You responded. “Family? She never mentioned you…” Steve replied, still slightly disbelieving.

“She was my Aunt Peggy. My family wanted to keep me safe, I was kept as low key as possible until necessary. I guess you could say she adored me, I was her little angel. She solely raised me from the age of sixteen, she’s the reason I joined S.H.I.E.L.D. and the whole reason I am who I am today. Without her, I’d be doing something completely different, I’d also be a different person. I have her to thank for my accomplishments,” you smiled, enjoying the memories of your late Aunt.

“So, if you’re related to her, you must've known Stark as a child? Peggy was around him a lot as far as I know.” You couldn't help but let out a small laugh. “You’re right. Peggy was very fond of him, she was the only person he would listen to. Throughout his self-destructive years, she would guide him in the right direction as much as she could. Tony and I did know each other as children. In fact, we were closer than you think. I also know how much you meant to Peggy, so rest assured you can trust me. I’ll have your backs.”

This most certainly reassured him, he stared at the picture with a sad smile, until suddenly it was like a lightbulb went off in his head, “Your last name, Howard… Howard as in your-” Before he could finish his sentence, you let out a quiet laugh, “As in my father.”

Steve knew what this meant, of course he did. It all made sense, so many things became clear. Despite having many questions, he just nodded in understanding, and smiled back down at the picture before handing it back. “Thank you for sharing that with me, I wont say a word.” And with that, he went and sat back over by Bucky. You felt relieved, it was one less person that you had to lie to.

The rest of the flight was smooth, although you couldn’t wait to reach the safe house. As the four of you left the jet, you loaded your bags into the hired car and began the short drive to the destination. Thankfully, everything the team needed was set up there already. You all sat and assigned the shifts you’d scope out. You offered to cover the first night shift, “I don’t mind taking the night shift, I don’t sleep much anyway so it’s no biggie.” Steve agreed, and Bucky was quick to offer his assistance on the nights also. It made sense, you had heard about his nightmares.

“Well, now that we’ve settled that, we should get organised. I’ll run and grab us some food, and then we can begin.”

Steve did as he said, he went to grab food for everybody and you all sat, discussing things amongst yourselves as you ate, preparing for the night ahead. It was nice, the anxiety you had felt previously was slowly drifting away. Without realising, you had zoned out as you thought about it until Nat snapped her fingers in front of your face, “Howard, you with us?” She eyed you suspiciously, trying to read your expression. “Huh, sorry I got lost in my thoughts.”

Steve was the one that spoke up, “Happens to the best of us.” As everybody finished eating, you offered to clear up. You decided to get changed into something more comfortable, and gathering everything you may need for the night ahead. Natasha and Steve eventually said good night, and you took a seat by the equipment. Bucky took a seat next to you, handing you a coffee without saying a word. You could tell he was somewhat on edge, and you understood. You hadn’t actually had much interaction with him during your time with the team. He was just as closed off as you were, but you couldn’t complain. You knew he had his reasons. You thanked him, and he returned a smile in return. Neither of you said anything for a while, you opened your mouth to attempt to start conversation multiple times, but you just didn’t know how to approach it. Instead, you just took a sip of your coffee. “It’s good, it’s exactly how I like it.”

It was silent for a moment longer, and eventually you heard him respond, “I’m glad. Hopefully, it helps keep you awake.” You smile to yourself, before looking out at the night skyline, and speak up once again, hoping to initiate further conversation. “It’s a peaceful view, isn’t it? Reminds me of the calm before the storm, just like this mission.” Bucky nods in response, appreciating the observation. Bucky glances out of the window, watching the night sky for a moment before turning his attention back to you. He takes a deep breath and decides to share a little about himself, "You know, I used to hate stakeouts like this. They reminded me of the old days, but I've learned to find some peace in the quiet moments." He looks at you, hoping you can relate. You take in Bucky's words, finding a connection in his vulnerability. You nod and reply softly, "I understand what you mean. Quiet moments like these can bring back memories, both good and bad. But they also allow us to reflect and find strength in our experiences." And Bucky couldn’t agree more, he was often burdened with his memories, especially when he had the chance to think about them. It went silent again, the two of you just sitting in your thoughts as you observed the streets below.

Bucky was next to break the ice, not wanting the silence to become awkward, but also letting curiosity get the better of him, “What’s your deal with Stark?” He noticed your eyes widen briefly and he quickly spoke up again, “I’m sorry, you don’t have to tell me. It’s just- I noticed you have quite a strained relationship with him, and I can relate to that. Our experiences are different, I’m sure but if you ever wanna talk at all…” You felt bad, you knew you were about to change everything, maybe even erase all the progress you had made with each other tonight, but you didn’t want to be dishonest with him. He had opened up after all, so it was only fair. “Bucky, I’m about to tell you something and I want you to hear me out before you say anything, okay?” He nodded in agreement and motioned for you to continue.

“Tony is my brother… we lost contact when I was sixteen and hadn’t seen each other since until that first day I was at the tower. We didn’t leave on good terms, and it’s been a struggle but we’re getting there. I think I’m finally forgiving him, and I’m just trying to make up for the time I lost.” Bucky was lost for words, inside he was panicking, “Howard and Maria were your parents? Y/N, I need to tell you something…”

You gave him a sad smile, shaking your head slowly as you placed your hand over his briefly. “You don’t need to say anything, I already know, Buck. I also know that it wasn’t you, nor was it your fault. Nothing will change the fact that it happened, I’ve come to terms with it and I forgive you. Peggy told me the stories of you and Steve, the real you. Not the you that you think you are.”

Bucky avoided looking at you, the guilt eating him alive. He killed your parents, and you were being nice to him. It was the complete opposite to Tony’s reaction. Before he had time to process what you were saying, he noticed movement across the street, snapping him back into work mode. The two of you watched intently, Bucky writing everything down and you capturing pictures. Eventually, the suspect slipped into the building and you relaxed back into your seat. “Thank you for that, for the forgiveness. It means a lot.”

Eventually, the sun came up. It was glaring into the room, basking you both in the orange tint of the morning sunrise. You both felt at ease, it was nice. Natasha and Steve trudged out of their rooms, and you briefed them on your findings as you swapped places, the sleepiness kicking in as you made your way into the bedroom. The second your head hit the pillow, you fell into a deep sleep.

A/N: I hate this chapter, it was so frustrating to write and it feels all over the place but I'm hoping the next one will be better. The next chapter is almost like the second half of this one, as it continues on but I just wanted to get this posted, in hopes it'll motivate me. Thank you for being so patient, its appreciated. Once again, if you have any suggestions let me know. I'd love to hear your feedback on this chapter.

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