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Steve’s little Sister - Part 9

You are Steve Roger’s little sister. You grew up with him and Bucky in Brooklyn but after both their deaths in the war you were left alone. Skip forward seventy years and with the help of SHIELD you survived and are now reunited with your brother and best friend. The Avengers, however, don’t know you exist until one day Steve introduces you and things in the tower become very interesting. (eventual BuckyxReader) (post CACW)

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Word Count: 1531

WARNINGS: violence (they are on a mission after all), less of an asshole Steve, overprotective Bucky and Steve, awesome Tony… I think that’s all

Title: Steve’s little Sister (part 9)

Note: Thank you all so much for your patience in waiting for me to finish this series, I am so sorry it has taken so long. If any of you are interested my explanation as to why can be found here. Thank you all so much for reading, it’s you guys that get me through the day. Enjoy, I hope this part is worth the wait.

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“Alright team, this is the plan” began Steve gaining the attention of everyone in the jet. Tensions were high, not just because of the mission but because of what had happened at the compound. Because of you. Everyone felt horrible about leaving you behind and weren’t at all impressed with needing to take orders from the Captain but this was a serious mission and they had to put their personal grievances aside for the sake of the team. For the sake of the world. And so Steve continued well aware of the glares he was being sent and the situation he had put himself in.

It was a simple enough plan but tensions still ran high. HYDRA was emerging for a final stand off and they had recruited AIM to help them. Having nearly been crushed HYDRA was desperate and so were doing everything in their power to take the Avengers down with them. The team had to be careful, HYDRA was out for blood.

Sitting in one of the support beams out of sight of the team you listened closely as Steve continued to talk, listing jobs and assignments, trying to figure out where the gaps were and where you would be needed. Shifting slightly you bit back a groan at your cramped and uncomfortable seating position already losing feeling in your legs. You didn’t regret your decision to come along on this mission but you wished you’d picked a better spot to hide.

Steve finished his pre mission talk with a nod and moved to sit in his assigned seat. Whilst everyone moved around and talked in hush tones Steve sat alone and in silence. Leaning forward to get a better view you spotted Bucky not so subtly staring at Steve. You almost felt sorry for them both, almost. Leaning forward again you were so lost in thought that you were almost caught out by Stark as he turned back around after speaking with Clint in the pilot’s seat. Retreating into the shadows you scolded yourself for your foolishness, settling in for the long ride. Thankfully you were able to find some distraction to your discomfort by watching stark go over the area map on his handheld tablet. Thank goodness for small mercies.

You sat in your spot for a good 3 hours, shifting your position every now and then so your legs didn’t go to sleep, before Clint gave the 10 minute warning and all the lights in the quinjet were turned off. It was beautiful, the way the team moved together in silence, all deadly focussed on their tasks. They ducked and weaved around each other never making a sound. Each person collected an earpiece from Steve before moving to their assigned sections to collect any final weapons and partner up. The Quinjet landed silently, the landing door opened and everyone filed out into the cold dark night. Everyone save for Stark.

Pausing for a moment he gave your dark corner a pointed look before placing an earpiece and they key to Bucky’s weapon locker. With a small smile and slight nod Tony stepped into his suit and flew off into the night.

Dropping down from your corner you took a second to stretch your legs before inserting the earpiece and moving off to borrow some of Bucky’s weapons. Despite the situation you and the team were in you couldn’t help but smile at Tony’s actions. So maybe his fiddling with the map in your line of sight wasn’t for his sake at all but rather yours. You reminded yourself to thank him properly after this was all done. Once you’d happily emptied the remnants of Bucky’s weapons locker and added them to your person, not that 12 knives, 3 sets of throwing knives, 2 handguns and 1 sniper rifle were a megre selection, you turned on the earpiece and moved to follow those who had become your family into battle.

To say the battle was hectic was an understatement. The night sky was lit up with explosions, bullet fire and lightning. The team was being attacked from all sides and the com line in your ear was never silent, back up was constantly being called for but no one could spare a moment to help out their other teammates. Through the coms Barton called out that he was compromised a few moments before the tree he was perched in was blown to shreds. Diving almost effortlessly from the branch Clint landed alongside Nat, continuing the battle on the ground. You had to hold back a very harsh I told you so aimed at your brother when you threw yourself behind an upturned van, drawing the rifle off your shoulder. Clint was no longer the eye in the sky but at least you could take up his mantle of sniper.

And so it went. You don’t know how long you spent crouched behind the burnt out shell of an armoured van, firing a perfectly accurate shot after shot every time someone was outnumbered and called for aid, paying close attention to your brother and the man you loved. Eventually the team was able to push through the outside ranks and advance inside. Slinging the rifle over your shoulder you drew two knives and followed the team inside. Here it was even more hectic, with narrow hallways and no clear line of sight each other the team was stretched to its limits.

I need someone in the south-west corridor stat!” called Stark over the coms, “Multiple heat signatures heading that way. Cap needs back up. NOW!

Everyone called in that they were to busy with their own work and that Steve just had to hold on that bit longer but you didn’t hear them. That call by Stark was meant for you. You knew it. And so you didn’t care that you blew your cover when you rushed past Nat and Clint slicing through men as you went. Their shocked calls out to you fell on deaf ears as you ran. Sliding around the final corner you took out another man with ease as you spotted the tell tale red, white and blue that was your brother. Steve had nearly taken down the man he was currently fighting with, a man almost twice the size of him clearly biologically engineered to take down Captain America, but was unaware of the gun being aimed at his head from the other end of the corridor. With your heart in your mouth you sprinted down the hall flinging several throwing knives at the approaching agents before slamming your brother too the floor in a rugby tackle. It wasn’t a moment too soon either as the bullet meant for your brother skimmed your arm and embedded itself in the wall.

Not wasting a second you picked up your brother’s shield and ran down the few men that weren’t hit by one of your knives. Holding the round shield so that it protected your chest and head you slashed at the legs of the assailants, rolling and ducking to avoid their shots. Only when they were all lifeless on the floor did you slowly rise from your crouched position, shield still on your arm. Only then did you dare a look at your brother.

“Steve”

Your voice barely came out in a whisper.

“y/n”

Your brother’s voice was no louder than yours.

“I can’t lose you,” you repeated, the fight between you two once again present in your mind.

A look of understanding and almost gratitude graced your brother’s worn face.

“Nor I you.” he replied simply with a faint smile. And just like that, the tension between you broke.

Not to break up this happy reunion which I am sure we are all very glad for but there is a battle still going on here in case you two hadn’t noticed” interrupted Stark through the coms.

Slightly embarrassed you smiled guiltily at your brother before throwing him back his shield. Fitting it back on his arm Steve nodded at you and you nodded back before turning yet another corner and running back into the fray.

“y/n?” came Steve’s voice over the coms, “be safe.”

“I’m a Rogers,” you replied with a laugh, “I really don’t think acting safely is in our nature.”

“I agree with y/n on that one Steve,” came Bucky’s voice as he rounded the corner and came face to face with you, smiling brightly.

You could almost hear Steve’s eyes roll.

“Come on doll,” requested Bucky softly as he held his hand out towards you, “we’ve got a battle to win.”

Once you had taken his offered, hand Bucky kissed the back of yours lightly his eyes full of mirth, before pulling you along with him re-entering the fray. Shortly afterwards Steve joined the two of you and together you pushed through the HYDRA and AIM ranks, working together effortlessly.

No one commented on your sudden appearance on the battlefield and you started to think that maybe more than just Stark knew you were on the Quinjet. Either way it didn’t matter to you, you were between your two boys, right where you needed to be.


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Lie to Me

Clint laid in bed with his music playing in the background. He stared at the ceiling fan above him. It spun as his thoughts dragged him down and he hated himself for it. Natasha had invited him over for a friendsgiving meal but Clint found himself disengaged through the entire thing. At some point a small voice whispered in his head “ I’m not happy.” And he couldn’t shake it. So he laid in Natasha’s guest room alone, contemplating.

Some time had gone by before Clint heard a knock on the bedroom door. Before he could answer, Natasha crept her way in. She had changed into her sleep shirt which was an oversized t-shirt that read “coffee first ask questions later ” which she had stolen from him months ago. She tucked her knees under her chin and just kinda stared at Clint. The conversation was as empty as the bedroom. Natasha never really saw the point in buying too much decor since she spent more time at work than anywhere else. Finally, Clint was the first to break the silence.

“What’s up?” He asked, realizing that she wasn’t leaving without conversation.

“You tell me. What’s wrong?” She already knew the answer but she needed to get him to open up before she could help him.

“Nothing.” He shrugged. It was the same lie he told when she asked earlier that evening.

“Is that really the shit you’re going to give me? You know I know better.” Her reply was sharp. She was frustrated he would even entertain the thought that she’d let that pass. “You’ve been quiet for hours. You and I both know your upset. Why?”

Clint took his time answering. They spent the next hour talking about Clint’s depression. He had struggled with it for years but this was the first time he struggled with it while in her presence. Clint felt guilty for bringing it to her home but Natasha felt more guilty for not knowing how to help. She listened patiently as Clint told her how unsatisfied he was with life. Natasha awkwardly wiggled her toes around as she tried to find the right words to say. Fighting was easy for her. Being comforting? She wasn’t so sure about.

She did her best to remind him that when you can’t see the big grand picture of life, to just look for the little things. “It’s those small moments that make it worth it, I think.” She explained. Natasha knew that life sucked. She knew better than most. She had hoped that maybe Clint just needed to be reminded of all the things that made him happy. Her “letting him win” at bowling, the gratification of shooting things in video games, the way he feels when pulling back the string of his bow and releasing an arrow, that time he had to carry her to bed because she drank too much on her birthday. Those small things can add up to something beautiful and she never wanted him to forget that.


Then this sentence poured from Clint. “Sometimes I just think about leaving without telling anyone. Just…going.” He had mentioned it before and it always scared Natasha when he did. Only because she knew sooner or later, he would.

“So go.” She answered. She looked down at her feet as she encouraged her partner to leave. “You talk about it all the time and you owe it to yourself to see if something out there could make you happy.”

There was a moment of silence. Natasha could feel her heart beating as she replayed the sentence in her head. She absolutely hated the idea of him leaving her. But she hated him being unhappy more. She knew he hadn’t been happy there for sometime and people don’t stay in places they aren’t happy. Not forever. So why not simply embrace the inevitable and find the good in the situation. His happiness. It’s all she ever wanted and if he didn’t have it here, maybe he would else where.

“Nat..” Clint thought of his words carefully. He knew how SHE felt but still questioned how HE felt. He knew he needed to leave but the idea of leaving her…it killed him.

“ I…I may leave one day. Maybe even one day soon. I don’t know…I can’t imagine not having my partner at my side. If there was ever a reason to stay, it’s you.”

The words brought a sweet sorrow to Natsha’s ears. “Don’t be stupid.” She smirked. “You’re not happy. I’m obviously not enough. And that’s ok. You need to go out there and see what is. And if it doesn’t work out that’s fine, you can always come back. But you need to take care of yourself.

"Whose going to take care of you?” He asked. He almost felt guilty for having her blessing to leave. She was right though. But he knew his leaving would break her heart.

Natasha smiled as her eyes met his. “I will of course. I am the strongest Avenger after all.” She leaned in and laid next to her partner. “Maybe you’ll go off and find everything you ever wanted. You might even make a new best friend.”

“Hey!” Snapped Clint. “That’s not going to happen. Don’t ever say that again.” He looked down at the top of her head laying on his chest. The idea of replacing had never crossed his mind and hearing the words of it muttered, he wanted nothing to do with it.

Natasha curled a crooked smile at his promise. It was a nice thought and she wanted to believe him but…she wasn’t naive. She rubbed her nails across her thumb as she thought to herself. She didn’t want to argue about what happens when people make a new life. She didn’t want the sweet false promises or for him to feel guilty. She just wanted Clint to know that no matter what it took, she’d always support him.

“We’ll see. Now I have a bottle of rum with our name on it, if you’d like to join me on the couch.” Suggested Nat, slinking out of the bed. She gave a stretch while Clint sat up.

“That’s the best idea anyone has ever had.” He agreed sitting up. “Hey Nat?” Clint climbed out of bed as Natasha turned to face him. He then wrapped his arms around her and held her tight.

“Thank you.” He whispered.

She hugged him back and pressed her head against his chest. “Always.” She answered back, pulling away from him. She made her way to the bedroom door. “Oh fun fact. I saved you the dishes to clean since I cooked.”

He rolled his eyes following behind her. “I always do the dishes….I think we should find a professional to tell us who does the dishes.”

6

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