SUMMARY: After the night out with your friends you return home and find a surprise waiting for you next door.
Later on that night you and Vision were the last pair standing as the rest of the group was drunk off their asses.
You spent the rest of the night helping Vision get the drunk group home safely.
You first dropped off Steve and Bucky, they weren’t as drunk as the rest but still in no condition to either drive or help care for the others. So you walked them to the door and bid them a good night with the gentle reminder to drink some water and take an aspirin.
Then Monica who you entrusted her roommate Darcy to look after.
Finally you helped get Pietro to bed, making sure he was on his side and had water and aspirin on his nightstand next to him for when he woke up, although you knew he was going to be ok you thought maybe it would be best if you slept on the couch just to make sure he would be alright. Wanda would be fine because she had Vision. Monica would be alright because she had Darcy taking care of her. Steve and Bucky would be alright because they had each other. But Pietro had no roommate or anyone to take care of him except you and Wanda.
After assuring Pietro was alright you set up your place on the couch. Gathering blankets and an extra pillow from Pietro’s bed that would go unmissed. While setting up your area your eyes caught the picture of you and the twins during your highschool years hanging on the wall.
You smiled as you remembered how emo and edgy Wanda and Pietro looked and how eighties you unintentionally looked.
You laughed and immediately wanted to turn the picture the other way out of embarrassment when you studied how you looked.
Why did you think that looked good?
However embarrassed you were of the photo you smiled as you remembered your high school years with them.
Pietro was the star track athlete and every girl (and guy) wanted him in one way or another. Yet for some unknown reason he stuck with you and Wanda.
Wanda was the smartest among your small group and she didn’t even need to try. Looking back you don’t think you ever saw her study but yet somehow she managed to pass with flying colors that made Agatha green with envy. It wasn’t until she met Vision that you saw her actually apply herself and compete for valedictorian.
You were the only one they listened to most of the time. You didn’t know why but they had always listened to what you said.
You wonder what your trio would’ve been like as a quartet.
As you laid your head and began to try to sleep you thought about Natasha and how she would’ve fit into that small group of yours.
—
The morning started off pretty well so far for you. Pietro had woken up before you for his morning run and brought back coffee and pastries from the local coffee shop around the corner. You spent the rest of the morning laughing and talking before finally departing on your way back to the bookstore to open.
You really were thankful that you had thought ahead and had some clothes stored away at Pietro’s. You ate breakfast with Pietro before finally departing to your bookstore a few blocks away.
You hummed mindlessly all the way there. It had been a while since your last outing and last night had been refreshing, regardless of whether or not you got as drunk as everyone else did. You had fun.
As you neared your store you noticed a moving van with people unloading next to it. Curiosity filled you as you began to wonder what would fill the empty store next to you. As you got closer you could see a petite blonde woman giving the people unloading directions. You could see she was heavily tatted, your eyes were drawn to one in particular on her collar, ‘Miss American Pie.” in beautiful handwriting. You didn’t know why but she looked familiar to you. You decided to pay no mind to it as you went to unlock the store.
“(Y/n)?”
You turned around and saw the blonde woman looking at you. Her features were fair and the shape of her nose was something to envy. You quickly remembered that she was the blonde woman from last night that had a six foot man in a chokehold.
“You’re that woman from last night,” You say, “the one who put that man in a chokehold. I’ve got to say that was pretty cool.”
“Did I?!” She asks astonished, “I was so drunk last night I can barely remember Nat putting me to bed.”
“We’ve all been there,” You said, “how did you know my name though I don’t think I talked to you last night?”
“We were neighbors,” she explained, “you were friends with my sister Natasha.”
Flashes of a little blonde girl came into mind that usually stuck to Natasha like glue.
“Yelena?” You asked before the blonde grinned from ear to ear and nodded. “Oh my god I am so sorry I didn’t recognize you.”
“It’s no problem,” Yelena said, “it took me a few minutes too to remember who you were.”
“So are you the one moving in next door?”
“No actually,” Yelena said, “I’m just helping set everything up for the shop before going back to my place a few blocks down from here.”
“Who is moving in?”
“That would be me, Nancy Drew.”
You turned your head and there stood Natasha. Her tattoos now were more visible in light and decorated her skin like paint on a canvas. You thought she looked like she came straight out of a vogue magazine.
“Good you’re here.” Yelena said as Natasha made her way to where you both stood, “Toni doesn’t know how you want to arrange the stations and needs help on that. Dad is trying to fight the movers and Mom is nowhere to be found.”
“Where’s Clint?” Natasha sighed.
“Still sleeping off his hangover.” Yelena explained.
“Ok,” Natasha said, “tell Toni I’ll be there in a few minutes to help her, tell Dad if he doesn’t knock it off Mom will knock him out, and Mom is probably upstairs checking out the apartment and I would try Clint’s phone if that doesn’t work get Nick.”
Yelena stood there expectantly at her sister before finally Natasha said. “Please oh great sister of mine.”
“There you go, was that so hard?” Yelena says before turning back to you. “I’ll see you later (Y/n), have Nat invite you to the housewarming party next week before she chickens out.”
“I was going to do that,” Natasha calls after her sister as Yelena begins to walk away.
“You weren’t doing it fast enough.” Yelena says before disappearing in the store leaving just you and Natasha.
“So you’re moving in next door?” You ask.
“Yeah,” Natasha says, “bout time I put down some roots, open up that tattoo shop I’ve been dreaming about since I first walked into one.”
“That explains the look then.” You say.
“What look?” Natasha smiles knowing exactly what you meant.
“That look you gave me all the time when you knew something I didn’t and tried to be all mysterious about it.” You explained and Natasha laughed. “So what is this tattoo shop going to be called?” You asked Natasha who ceased laughing before finally answering.
“Black Widow.” Natasha replied before gazing at her store with a sparkle in her eye that you were familiar with. It was the same look in your eye every time you looked at your store. Just as you were about to say something the vibrating sound of Natasha’s phone rang. Natasha grabbed it from her pants before sighing and looking back at you.
“I’ve got to take this call, it should just take a second.” Natasha said, understanding what she meant you said, “it’s ok,” You replied, “I’ll just be in the store setting up shop so come and visit when you’re done with the call.”
“I will,” Natasha promised before answering her phone. You turn the keys into your door and begin to set up shop.
You barely got through counting the drawer before Natasha comes through the door. The look on her face immediately got your attention. The redheaded woman leaned on your counter.
“Do you happen to know any artists that might have some pieces ready?” Natasha asks.
“Yeah my friend Steve,” You say, “I can give you his home number and his cell. His husband might answer though, his name is Bucky. If he asks how you got the number just tell him it was me.” You said as you quickly wrote the two seperate numbers on a piece of paper before handing it to Natasha.
“You are a lifesaver thank god.” Natasha praised.
“So who was on the phone?” You asked. Natasha groaned as she remembered how the heated discussion went.
“This artist that I had previously contracted to create some tattoo’s for us. He called to back out of the deal and since not all of the paperwork was signed he had every right to back out and take his pieces with him.”
“Why did he back out?”
“Didn’t say,” She responded, “but I owe you big time for this thank you so much.”
“Don’t mention it, Steve is the best and I’m sure he’ll appreciate the business.” You responded.
“Well if Steve is the best then I definitely owe you dinner at least.” Natasha said as she began to make her way to the door, “I’ll swing by around eight.”
As you were about to argue about it, she continued.
“No arguments,” Natasha cut off as she opened the door, throwing you an over the shoulder look before saying, “Just bring your pretty self Nancy Drew.” One of her blue eyes winks before sauntering off knowing how flushed your face is just from being called pretty.
—
The day had been busier than you anticipated. From one kid destroying a complicated book display to a karen or two saying this book or that book should be on sale when in reality it wasn’t. Finally the numerous people ceased and it was time to start closing shop.
You counted the drawer and left two hundred in the drawer, turned the sign to closed, re-did the book display, vacuumed and swept, wiped the counter, finally came to organize and restock the shelves.
You grabbed as many boxes of books as you could before returning to the shelves to stack. It was overall a tedious process, especially for the high shelves.
You were about to put the last one on the shelf when you heard the store door open.
“Hey are you rea-” Natasha began before the door closed behind her and the shelf in front of you collapsed. You sighed as you stepped down from the stepping stool to assess the damage, however the redhead had somehow beaten you to it.
“It looks like whoever installed this shelf for you didn’t know his ass from a hole in the ground.” She said as she picked up said shelf. “Thankfully I know my way around a drill and just so happen to have a million screws laying around next door.”
“Nat you don’t need to-”
“It’s not a problem Nancy Drew,” Natasha assured, “I’ll be right back with a couple of screws and a drill. We’ll have that fixed in no time.” and with that Natasha left the store out of the same door she just came in from. You start to get the books that had haphazardly fallen from the shelves and you prayed that none of the pages from the books had creased or any of the spines bent.
True to her word Natasha returned a few minutes later with a tool kit in one hand and a drill in another. Her usual leather coat was nowhere to be seen leaving her arms exposed.
You could see that she had one arm sleeved with tattooed webs and the other had a few miscellaneous tattoos here decorating her arm like ink on a canvas.
You watched patiently, being very careful not to let your eyes wander from her face. However you would catch yourself more than once staring at the way her tattoos moved with her muscles.
Once the shelf was properly installed and stacked the redheaded woman turned to you.
“I should probably check the other shelves to make sure they’re properly installed.” Natasha said, breaking you out of your trance.
“You don’t need to do that.” You quickly said. Not wanting to bother her further.
“It really isn’t a big deal.” Natasha assured, “what kind of neighbor would I be if I didn’t help you out huh?” She smiled as the argument on your lips fell silent.
“Fine but I’m ordering take out and you’re picking the place.” You said already reaching for your phone, Natasha was about to argue but was quickly cut off, “after all what kind of neighbor would I be if I allowed you to go hungry after doing me a favor?”
Natasha smiled as the argument fell silent on her lips.
—
After listing off a few different restaurants that deliver, Natasha settled on ordering a pepperoni pizza with wings and asked if you had any beer. After confirming that Natasha went straight to work on the shelves.
Natasha was done re-installing the shelves by the time the pizza and wings arrived. While dealing with the delivery person Natasha grabbed two ice cold beers from the cooler you brought downstairs from your apartment.
The night was spent in a bunch of laughter and conversation. You couldn’t remember the last time you had this much fun and felt this deep of a connection with someone. Even though it had been years since you had last seen each other and had a moment like this, you couldn’t help but feel like no time had passed. Like she was still your blue haired neighbor and you were her book obsessed best friend.
As the night dwindled you found yourselves laying on the floor next to each other in comfortable silence.
Well almost.
Despite feeling like no time had passed you can’t ignore that it did, you can’t forget how she got up and left one day. Without a word and you were left wondering for years what happened to her.
You still were trying to piece together what happened.
“Hey Nat?”
“Yeah?”
“Why did you leave?”
The question hung in the air for a second until you heard Natasha let out a shaky breath.
“I didn’t know we were going to until that day,” She said, “I wanted to say goodbye but I couldn’t.”
“Why though?” You asked.
“I just couldn’t,” She said, “I want to tell you more, I do. But just trust me when I say that it’s going to take time for me to actually put it into words.” There was a silence before she continued, “you deserve a proper explanation.”
“I do,” You agreed, “you were my best friend and you just disappeared. That hurt me and for a while I thought it was me-”
“No,” Natasha interrupted, “it wasn’t you.”
After another pause you continued.
“Whenever you can tell me,” You said, turning your head to look her in her oceanic eyes, “I’ll be here with open ears.”
Natasha smiled before you both turned your heads back to the ceiling. Your hands brushing against each other like it was old times again.
SUMMARY: After Wanda announces her engagement a familiar face returns into your life.
“(Y/n)!”
You heard the familiar chime of the doorbell and the familiar excited voice of your friend fill the relatively empty store. You whipped your head to her just in time to see her barrelling toward you and captured you in a bone crushing hug.
“Whoa there Wands,” You said as you returned the hug, “did something happen or are you just that happy to see me?”
Wanda quickly released you from her vice grip, “oh nothing much happened,” Wanda paused before holding up her left hand, “except this.” On her left hand on her ring finger sat a beautiful vintage ring.
“Oh my god!” You exclaim smiling as you grab her hand to get a closer look at the ring, it was simple in design but it really suited Wanda. ‘When did this happen?!”
“Last night,” Wanda reveals happily her smile never deterring, “Vis and I were watching reruns of the Dick Van Dyke Show, I told him how Mary’s ring was beautiful and next thing I know he asks ‘is it as beautiful as this ring’ next thing I know he’s down on one knee with the ring in his hand asking me to marry him.”
“I’m so happy for you and Vis.” You congrat Wanda as you and her continue to talk about her engagement for a few more minutes.
“Actually Vis and I were planning on going to the city tonight to celebrate, are you busy?” Wanda asks. You take a quick look at your calendar finding nothing but closing the store on the agenda for tonight.
“Nope,” You respond, “just have to close the store.”
“Close early and Vis and I will pick you up,” Wanda said, “We’re bringing Pietro, Steve, Bucky, and Monica with us.”
You hesitate for a bit, but you take one look into Wanda’s pleading eyes, the same eyes that have gotten you into more than your fair share of trouble since highschool, next thing you know you’re nodding your head in agreement.
Wanda lets out a small squeal before enveloping you once again in a small hug before saying goodbye and that Pietro will pick you up by seven.
As you continue about your day, stacking books and working the register you start to wonder when the last time you actually had a date was.
During the slow rush you decide to check your calendar again. You flip through each page until finally you land three months prior where you had plans to meet up with the local coffee barista at some bar you can’t remember the name of. What you do remember is that the date ended with you buying a half quart of ice cream and watching reruns of Gilmore Girls.
You check the clock and check the store to find it empty. You decide now would probably be a good time to close and to start getting ready for the night in the city with Wanda and the rest.
You turn the sign on the door to ‘closed’ and push all thoughts of dating to the back of your mind.
—
You had just slipped your shoes on when you heard Pietro knock on your door in the familiar pattern he’s done since high-school.
You answer the door to reveal Pietro. You always thought he had looked handsome in that mischievous way. But when he wears that white button up and slacks with his hair gelled back he is a special type of handsome.
“Well damn don’t we look fancy tonight?” You say as Pietro noticeably checks you out in the same appreciation. You did a small turn in your black dress that fell just mid thigh.
“And you don’t look too bad yourself Princeza,” Pietro said as he offered his arm in an overdramatic gentlemanly style. Which you responded in kind, laughing slightly as you made sure to lock the door behind you before finally heading out.
—
You were back in your parents backyard, sitting in that hammock with a book in your hands. Nancy Drew had wormed her way into eleven year old you’s heart, with all of her adventures and detective skills.
Just as you were about to reach the climax of the book you heard a familiar voice.
“Whatcha reading today?” You look away from the book and spot a familiar blue haired girl the same age. She was the neighbor that moved in about three years ago, Natasha, who quickly became your best friend.
“Nancy Drew,”
“Again?”
“There’s more than one Natty.” You responded, next thing you know the book is lifted from your hands and Natasha is hovering over you with the book in her hands.
“Naaat.” You whine as you try to reach for the book only to have her expertly move it away from you.
“C’mon,” Natasha says as she makes her way to the bushes separating your yard and hers, “adventure awaits.”
You struggle a little as you make your way out of your hammock and through the lush bushes to Natasha who slips through the crack in between.
“Nat,” you warn lightly.
“I promise I’ll give you the book back,” Natasha promises, “but first we go on an adventure! Grab your bike and meet me out front!”
“Where exactly is this adventure?”
“Just grab your bike, chatty cathy!”
You hear her footsteps rush over to her bike as you rush to yours.
By the time you let your parents know you’ll be riding your bike and get to the front of your house Natasha is already waiting for you.
Together you both rode your bikes until finally settling on a clearing near the local park. There was this big oak tree and in front of it a huge rock as well covered in green moss.
For a while both you and Natasha played by either climbing on the rock and proclaiming yourselves rulers of the land, climbing the tree, playing pretend in the most kid way possible.
However you would catch glimpses sometimes, you didn’t know what, but it made you worry for her. Like how sad she looked, or scared.
Finally, after being worn out by playing you both lay on the grass beneath you and watch as the fireflies began to dance around the big oak looking like thousands of moving stars.
You were enjoying the bit of peace and silence when you felt her hand hold yours. You look over and see the blue haired girl still staring at the millions of fireflies with a smile on her lips.
“Thank you for being my best friend.” She said gently as you looked away from her and continued watching the fireflies dance, until the sun finally set and it was time to go home.
She never did give that book back.
—
“Princeza, we’re here.” You hear the familiar accented voice say. You slowly open your groggy eyes to see the glittering lights of the city.
“How long was I out?”
“An hour.”
“So the whole car ride,” You say, you could see Pietro nod from the driver’s side, “I’m sorry.”
“What for?”
“I was asleep the whole car ride, you were probably bored.”
“No, I wasn’t bored,” Pietro said, “I know you haven’t been sleeping much because of the store.”
Here it comes.
“You need to start working less Princeza,” Pietro continued concerned, “you spend all your waking hours at the store, tending to your books, and life is going to pass you by.”
“Pietro-”
“I don’t mean to be harsh or rude,” Pietro quickly added, “it’s just I see you all the time at the store and nowhere else lately. I get that the store is demanding, but just try to make some time for yourself. Promise me?”
You look at him and can’t refuse.
“I promise.”
You can start relaxing tonight.
—
You came to quickly realize that clubbing really wasn’t your thing.
A pile of random sweaty bodies ground on each other on the dance floor to music that hurt your eardrums.
It wasn’t that you were judging anyone for liking this atmosphere, it just wasn’t your cup of tea, you preferred to stay on the sidelines and watch your friends dance.
And the full bar proved that you weren’t the only one.
You had looked away for a second to order a beer when you spotted someone familiar.
It was dark save for the flickering lights that illuminated her every once in a while. You couldn’t place where you knew her but you knew that you knew her. It was in the way she walked with a certain grace and her eyes were sharp enough to cut through you and you imagined her tongue was the same way.
She must have noticed you staring because the next thing you know she’s staring right at you. Your eyes lock and that’s when it hits you.
You didn’t recognize her without her blue hair.
Natasha.
You panic and turn back to the bar to order that beer you were going to order about five minutes ago. You mentally beat yourself up, if you didn’t look like a creep before you definitely did now.
You were so busy mentally assaulting yourself that you didn’t notice the redhead sauntering her way to you and sit on the empty barstool next to you.
“Well if it isn’t Nancy Drew.”
You turn your head and see Natasha there beside you. Her hair was shoulder length and no longer blue. Now her hair was it’s natural elegant red color, her blue eyes sharper than you remember as well as her cheekbones. You noticed hints of tattoos peeking out from the collar and sleeve of her leather coat.
“You never did return that book.”
You both couldn’t help the laugh that erupted. Even though it’s been years somehow it almost feels like no time has passed.
Almost.
“So what’ve you been up to?” Natasha asked, “still into books?”
“Uh yeah,” You confirm, “I actually own a bookshop back home.”
You see Natasha smile from ear to ear before taking a sip of what was your beer now it seems to be adopted by Natasha.
“That’s so you,” Natasha said before taking another sip from the beer bottle.
“Well what about you?” You ask, “what have you been up to?”
You could see the hesitancy in Natasha’s face, just as she was about to answer, however you see a light brown haired male come up beside her.
“Hey Nat, I hate to interrupt but we got a Budapest situation over here.” Natasha swerved her attention to where he pointed at the blonde who was obviously drunk off her ass putting a six foot tall man into a choke hold. Which you had to admire and be impressed at.
“I guess that’s my cue Nancy Drew,” Natasha said as she took one last sip from the beer bottle before abandoning it. As she was making her way through the crowd but before she got too far you saw her turn around.
“What was the name of your bookstore again, Nancy Drew?!” She yelled over the crowd.
“Oh-um- Summertime Stories!” You call out, you catch a glimpse of something in her eyes before it disappears.
Charmaine is an intern for Tony Stark, soon she meets the team and they become her family. One mission was all it took.
1.Meeting➞ Where Charmaine meets the team for the first time after having a panic attack.
2.Shit Bucky➞ Charmaine cooks for the team and gets to know them more.
3.Charm Bracelet➞Charm gets to know Bucky more and feelings starts to grow.
4.Alright, that’s enough ➞A little bit jealous of bucky but finally confesses his feelings to the guys as well as charm do.
5.Don’t do this to me ➞Charmaine’s first mission with the team but doesn’t end well and the team loses a member.
6.Eternal Flame ➞ Mazikeen has finally got a hold of two of her deadliest weapon.
7.1 year later ➞ It’s a year after Charmaine is fully Eternal Flame along with Cyan. The team is fully accepting that she isn’t coming back anymore.
8.I’m not naming my child Thorina. ➞ Lori does a big gender reveal for the whole team but by the end of the night, Thor and Steve are able to reveal something.
9.Stay ➞ Two weeks have passed and Charmaine tries to get used to being in the house but Mazikeen still has that effect on her.
more to come!
I really want to finish this series and maybe post it on Wattpad. This will give me a reason to finish so you guys can enjoy.
Summary: The team wants to know what Y/N does in her past time which results in them following her to work.
A/N: I’m a lil late to this because I finally got my acrylics took of so ya girl can write better. I’m trying out the bulletin so enjoy.
Y'all I made a mistake and posted this and it wasn’t ready
“Do we have any missions today that I need to overview?” Y/N ate on her last of chicken nuggets.
She loved animals and always used her free time to do volunteer work at either the aquarium or the zoo.
“You ask that every time it’s a free day, where do you be going Y/N?” Tony squint his eyes as if he could answer. His curiosity got the best of him and he really wanted to know.
Her reply was the same as always, “My business.” She kissed his cheek and was out of the tower.
Tony annoyed Steve for 30 minutes straight.
“I want to know where she goes Cap.”
“Tony it’s her business, she has the right to keep it to herself.” Steve played with the tablet finally getting a hold on how to use it.
“But don’t you wanna knowww?"
"I in fact don’t want to know.”
“What’s Stark bothering you with now.” Since Natasha was bored she decided to do the same as Tony. Bother Steve.
“He wants to follow Y/N tomorrow, to see where she’s going.” Steve rubbed his temples.
“Invading her privacy? Isn’t that wrong? Natasha sat at the table.
Steve gave Tony an ‘I told you so’ look. "See even Nat knows it’s wr-”
“I’m in!” Nat cuts him off giving Tony the answer he wanted to hear.
“Yes! Two against one. We’ll gather up point break, clint, and banner. Follow her tomorrow and find out!” Tony smiled pointing at Steve who rolled his eyes.
Tomorrow they did follow Y/N all the way to the zoo with puny disguises. caps and sunglasses.
“This is the worst disguises ever. I’m hot.” Bruce whined rubbing his sweaty forehead.
“Shut it! We’re looking for Y/N.” Tony looks through the cages.
Leaving the tiger cages for a quick second, Y/N spotted Nat, Clint, Thor, and Steve.
All she had to ask was “Who idea was it to follow me?” and Steve quickly spilled. “Tony.”
Steve cannot hold hot water, and she thought peter was bad.
“Stark, what are you doing here?” Y/N stood behind the two with crossed arms.
“Oh Hey Y/N we didn’t know you worked here.” Tony gave her a fake smile.
“Stark, Steve spilled in the first five seconds of me asking plus Bruce doesn’t even like the zoo.”
“Dammit Cap.”
Bruce took off the cap, “Glad she knows.”
Y/N held out her hand towards Tony. “Well since you just got to know what I do while not being at the tower. Follow me.”
She brought them over to the tiger exhibit. The others went to get Thor another corndog.
Y/N under hair turned white as she got closer to the all-white tiger. “This is Subi and I am connected to her.”
“Wow, I wasn’t expecting that.” Tony rubbed the tiger’s head. He watched in amazement at how comfortable she was around him. “She likes me!”
“She does.” Y/n laughed.
Eventually, the others came and everyone got a chance to play with Subi. The rest of the day was amazing
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This a lil something. I hope you guys enjoyed this one-shot. This is @profoundtyrantharmony request! I hope you enjoy it!
Summary: After the events of Armoni going back to her birth parents. Steve finally worked through his problems to get his daughter back.
A/N: Y'all I swear I can’t stay focused on one thing and then plus when I do have free time, I don’t think about writing. Thanks for the feedback and the credit goes all to you.@blowmymbackout
“Armoni wake your ass up so we can go to the courthouse.” Tilly hit the door waking up Armoni from her sleep.
The teenager groaned not wanting to be bothered. She rolled over trying to get her phone but remembered they took it. It’s been two weeks since the incident at the tower and it’s been hell.
“Armoni didn’t Tilly tell your ass to get up?!” Her father sounded off at the door. It was locked because the way he has been acting makes Armoni feel weird around him.
She didn’t respond but just rubbed her eyes. The door was kicked in. Yeah, you read right.
“What the fuck??” Armoni yelled getting out the bed, trying to hurry up to put on shorts. Her father gave her a sly look which made her skin crawl.
(Y'all I can’t bring myself to write that. It’s nasty and it makes me mad af. Just know his nasty ass touched her!)
Armoni cried putting on her outfit. She didn’t want to wear it because she felt so disgusted with herself. “Armoni let’s go!” Tilly yelled from downstairs.
She walked downstairs holding herself close. That man licked his lips watching her walk downstairs.
“Only reason why I’m letting you wear your whore clothes so we can win this trial. If they ask you anything, you tell them that you’re happy with us. I need this money, that’s the only reason why I got your whore ass.” Tilly played with the ends of Armoni’s hair as they walked towards the car. Armoni bit her lip trying to hold in her tears.
—————–
The press was hot outside as the three walked into the courthouse. Tony, Steve, Natasha, Bucky, Sam, and Wanda sat in all black near the front. Bucky hit Steve on the shoulder when he saw Armoni walk into the room. Steve instantly sat up, turning around to see her. When he spotted her, Steve got up making his way over to his daughter.
“Sweetheart…”
He was cut off by her mother. “She’s not your daughter so don’t talk to her like she is.”
“With all due respect ma'am.”
“You heard what my wife said.” Armoni’s father moved forward into Steve’s face. The two held an intense glare until the bailiff called the court to order.
“Please rise. The Court of the Second Judicial Circuit, Criminal Division, is now in session, the Honorable Judge Smith presiding.”
—Skip, Skip, Skip—–
“Prosecution, you may call your first witness.”
Their Attorney spoke up “Thank you, your Honor. I call to the stand Armoni’s mother, Tilly.”
The trial lasted all morning until around 3 p.m. The Judge called for recess. Armoni stayed quiet the whole time. Scared from the threat her father gave.
“Armoni?” Wanda’s comforting voice came from the side of her while she got a sip of water from the fountain. She quickly stood up, looking around to see if her father was around.
“Hey, Hey what’s wrong? You’re freaking out about something.” She grabbed her hand but she moved it which hurt Wanda’s feelings a bit. “Armoni what’s wrong so I can help you?”
Armoni looked around nervously one more time and once not seeing her parents in view. She spilled the beans.
“He did what?!?!”
It took every strength in Wanda not to show everyone the Scarlett Witch. “Cap.” She held onto Armoni’s hand as they walked in the courtroom.
“Hey! What’s she doing with my daughter?!!” Tilly questioned trying to make her way to them but the security guard stood in the way. The judge stayed quiet trying to see everything unravel.
“Wanda? Armoni can’t be over here.” Steve tried to abide by the rules so he could seem like a fit parent. He noticed the tears in Armoni’s eyes. He instantly went into papa bear mode.
“What’s wrong Armoni? What happened??”
Armoni gripped onto Wanda’s hand.“Nothing I’m fine Steve.” She could feel the holes being burned into her back.
“If it’s something that needs to be known in the trial, you have to tell us. I promise no one will hurt you. I won’t even let them get close.” Steve spoke in a comforting way using his thumb to wipe her tears. Her behavior reminded him of how she was when she first moved into the tower.
“Armoni you have to help us so you can come back. Nobody’s going to hurt you.” Natasha placed a hand on her lower back.
“Everything’s going to be okay Armoni. We promise, just tell us what happened.” Sam reassured silently hoping that it was something bad so her parents can go down.
“Pinky Promise?” She whispered holding out her finger to the team. Tony wrapped his finger around hers.
“Pinky Promise. I’ll sue them for every penny they have.”
“He told me if I told anyone, he would hurt them and I don’t want him to hurt you guys. I’m scared.” Armoni sobbed shaking her head. Bucky hated seeing his niece like this, it hurt him.
“Armoni what are you talking about? What did he do??”
Armoni took a deep breath, tears rolled down her cheek. “He touched me.” The team held different emotions trying to process what the hell she just said.
“He… he touched you… Where?"Bucky clenched his jaw, getting angry in a matter of seconds. Armoni pointed at her skirt. It clicked to Steve in a matter of seconds. He ran over to her father throwing a nice punch to his face.
"YOU TOUCHED MY DAUGHTER?!?!”
All hell broke loose in that courtroom. Armoni held onto Wanda, crying. Bucky was being held back by Sam so he wouldn’t make things worse. Tony and Natasha were trying to get Steve off the man but Rogers wasn’t budging. The judge kept hitting the pallet hoping to catch everyone’s attention.
Tony and Natasha plus 6 security guards finally were able to get Steve off. “What did he say? What happened??!” The judge yelled at everyone in the room. “That man touched my daughter, your honor. I kicked his ass cause he touched my daughter!!” Steve yelled hoping everyone in the world could hear.
Shocked, the judge turned her attention towards a crying Armoni. “Is what he said is true Ms. Armoni??” All she could do was nod her head.
“She’s lying? That little whore is lying!! She came onto my husband!” Tilly screamed hoping to keep the act up so she could get money. Wanda placed her hand over Armoni’s ear.
“She’s lying? A 16-YEAR-OLD GIRL IS LYING ABOUT BEING TOUCHED BY YOUR RAPIST HUSBAND? YOURE PATHETIC!” Wanda exploded keeping a good grip on Armoni. Wasn’t nobody getting close to her.
“Order in the court! ORDER!” The judge hit the pallet, upset herself. “I’ve heard enough! In the case of The State of New York versus The Avengers. Find the defendant not guilty of the charge of legal adoption of Ms.Armoni Rogers. You’re going to jail, Mr. and Mrs. Lo.”
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Alongday.
Armoni and her father, Steve Rogers, sat on the couch watching her favorite movie. Legally Blonde
“Princess are you okay?” Steve asked for the fifth time while they’ve been on the couch. She wasn’t bothered by it and answered genuinely every time.
“Yes, I’m okay.”
“I am so sorry I let you down sweetheart. In those two weeks, you weren’t here was my personal hell. I’m sorry for even letting them take you. I wish I was there to prevent what happened to you. I’m so glad to have you as my daughter, I promise to protect you from everything I can. I love you my butterfly.” Steve held his daughter close, placing a kiss on her forehead. This is what real love from a father and from a family feels like and she was grateful for every bit.
“I love you more Dad. I’m so grateful to have you in my life.”
She hugged her dad’s neck tightly.
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I hope you guys enjoyed it. I did.
Steve beat his ass.
I don’t know when the next time I’m going to write something because college gets overwhelming a bit.
“You should just ask her out. She’d say yes.” Wanda continues needling you.
You were all gathering around for the traditional after party drinks with just the team and significant others. Wanda was again encouraging you to ask Natasha out even though you were fairly certain the redheaded super spy only sees you as a friend. As drinks flowed and inhibitions loosened, Clint the shit starter (as you liked to call him) declared it time for a game of Truth or Dare. The rounds go round and everyone is laughing, blushing, and acting goofy.
Natasha had been gone on mission for three days already and you were sad when you woke alone in bed. You sent her a text telling her you miss her and can’t wait to wake up beside her when she gets home. Your phone dings a few minutes later with a message from the fiery beauty.
