“So you think the neighbors are gunna complain?” Aaron asked with a laugh as the two of you leaned on your front door frame while you aired your house out. You shrugged as you pushed and pulled the door back and forth to get some cold, fresh air blowing into the small house. Aaron had managed to burn through all the scented candles you had in the house during his last heat and he had to send Max out for more because the smell of sex was overpowering. Bucky had left around the same time to grab some clothes from his place at the tower and talk to Steve.
“I welcome it at this point.” You laughed. Aaron nodded as he took a drag of his cigarette.
Today was Friday. After a whole week of not seeing Liam, Y/N was excited that the young beta would be coming over after school to spend the weekend at the loft with them like he usually did. When Liam was at school, Y/N headed to the grocery store with Derek to pick up snacks, a few board games and some dvds for their weekend together. Liam barely got on with his parents and both Y/N and Derek knew this.
The couple promised the young beta he could have a room at the loft to stay with them over the weekend when he wanted to get away from the atmosphere at home. They were just about to head out to the store when Y/N got a text message from Liam.
“Sorry can’t make it this weekend x”.
“That’s odd.” Y/N stated looking down at her phone slightly confused.
“What is it, babe?” Derek asked her.
“It’s Liam. He just text me he can’t make it. I don’t understand, he’s always excited about coming to ours on Fridays. What could have happened to change his mind?” She asked him.
“Why don’t we go to his place now and see what’s wrong?” Derek suggested. Y/N nodded.
They arrived outside Liam’s house and saw that both cars weren’t in the drive meaning his parents weren’t home yet. They parked up and headed to the front door. Derek knocked and they waited for an answer. Liam immediately opened up thinking it was his parents that were back.
“Hi baby,” Y/N greeted him.
“Y/N, Derek? What’re you guys doing here?” Liam asked them.
“It’s Friday, sweetie. You usually spend the weekend with us. What happened? What made you change your mind?” Y/N asked him. Liam didn’t look at her and shook his head.
“What’s going on, pup?” Derek asked him.
“Honey, I don’t like this. You’ve been so distant from us. What’s going on?” Y/N asked concerned. Liam turned away and walked to the kitchen and slumped down on one of the chairs.
Derek closed the door and the couple followed the young beta into the kitchen. Derek stood next to the young boy and Y/N crouched down in front of him resting one hand on his knee and used the other to brush his hair away from his face and tilted his chin up so he’d look at her.
“What’s is it baby?” Y/N asked him. Liam sighed and looked at her.
“I got braces.” He told them.
“You did? I hardly noticed sweetie. Show me?” Y/N asked him but Liam shook his head and turned away from her.
“Honey, it can’t be that bad. Show momma your beautiful smile?” Y/N cooed asking him again. Liam blushed and gave her a small smile.
“There’s that beautiful smile, I love so much.” She cooed and pressed a kiss to his forehead.
“You don’t think it looks bad?” Liam asked them nervously. Y/N shook her head.
“Not at all, kid. In fact you look very handsome.” Derek reassured him. Liam blushed. Y/N smiled and pressed another kiss to his cheek.
“Why didn’t you tell us, sweetie?” Y/N asked him. Liam shrugged his shoulders looking down at his lap.
“I didn’t want to tell anyone. They’d all make fun of me.” Liam told them.
“Oh baby. No one’s going to say anything to you. I promise.” Y/N reassured him wrapping her arms around him.
“Besides even if they do. Just tell me and I’ll deal with them.” Derek smirked and showed him his Alpha claws. Y/N gasped and hit his chest.
“Derek!” She yelled at him. The alpha chuckled and held his hands up defensively. He winked at Liam who gave him a small smile.
“The point is, if anyone gives you a hard time we’ll take care of everything.” She smiled at him.
“Are you going to come and join us at the loft this weekend?” Derek asked him. Liam smiled at the older alpha and nodded.
“Good boy, why don’t you head upstairs and get your go bag and we’ll wait here.” Derek instructed him. Liam nodded and headed up to his room.
“I can’t believe he was scared about what we’d think.” Y/N told him.
“He’s a kid. Of course he was. I’m guessing he didn’t go to school today either scared that the other kids would say something to him.” Derek told her. Y/N sighed and nodded. Poor baby.
“I’m ready.” Liam told her waking in holding his duffle bag and jacket. Y/N held her hand out for Liam to take as they let him lock up the house and headed to their car ready to make their way home and start their fun weekend together.
Summary: The fallout of the most recent mission in Lagos is a lot more intense than you anticipated, now you and your team must make choices
Authors Note: Hello my loves, sorry for the long absence, I kinda got the rug yanked out from under me this week at work, but I believe I am on better standing now. As I said this fic operates right in tandem with the Civil War plot line so you may notice some familiar lines and descriptions. Hope you all enjoy. Tagging is open, they’ve just been moved to the bottom, just ask if you want to be tagged :D
You look into Wanda’s room as you walk past, seeing her curled on her bed, eyes locked on the TV as she bites her lip nervously. You sigh, unwilling to abandon your friend in such a state. Your knuckles wrap lightly on her open door, drawing her attention as you enter.
“Hey hun, you doing ok?” You ask calmly, dropping the duffle bag from your shoulder as you come to sit at the edge of the bed. “You’re leaving again?” She ignores your question, eyes shifting between your leather jacket and your duffle bag.
“Just for a few days, I’ll be back soon.” You smile softly as you reach for her feet, rubbing them lovingly. Her name is mentioned on the TV and both your attentions snap to it as Wanda turns up the volume listening closely to the criticisms of the news report.
“What legal authority does an enhanced individual like Wanda Maximoff have to…” The screen suddenly goes black and you and Wanda start, looking towards the door to see Steve observing you both nervously.
“It’s my fault” Wanda breathes, her head falling forward to her raised knee. “That’s not true” you and Steve respond immediately, “Turn the news back on, they’re being very specific.” She mutters, clicking her tongue at you. You squeeze her feet, forcing her attention to you “They’re blaming all of us, this isn’t just on you.”
“I should have tagged that bomb,” Steve’s head falls forward as he crosses his arms, leaning back on Wanda’s desk. “Rumlow said ‘Bucky’ and…” Your heart stops at the sound of Bucky’s name, your gaze snaps quickly to the duffle bag at your feet before rising to Steve, “all of a sudden I was a 16-year-old kid again in Brooklyn.”
“Did you grow up in Brooklyn Steve? Huh, I never knew.” You tease, making Steve roll his eyes as Wanda giggles quietly behind you, finally cracking a smile. At the sound of her laugh, Steve’s annoyance falters, giving way to a small smile.
“Look… People died. It’s on me.” He says insistently, “It’s on all of us,” you interject, reminding him of your own presence in the situation. He shakes his head, exhaling exhaustedly. “This job… we try to save as many people as we can. Sometimes that doesn’t mean everybody.” You nod at him, agreeing with his words as you turn around to face Wanda.
“But, if we can’t find a way to live with that, next time… maybe nobody can be saved.” Wanda nods, responding to your advice. Suddenly Vision enters through the wall, making you jump in surprise, “Jesus Christ! Seriously?” You yell, hand clutched to your chest.
“Vis, we talked about this!” Wanda scolds, “Captain Rogers you wished to know when Mr. Stark was arriving… he’s brought someone else with him as well, the Secretary of State.” Steve nods acknowledging Visions report and thanking him for the information.
“Welp,” you say, slapping your thighs as you push off the bed, rising to your feet and reaching for your bag, “That’s my cue to get out of here.” “Sorry Agent Y/L/N, Secretary Ross requests the presence of the whole team in the conference room.” Vision reports to you, looking insistently towards the door.
You sigh exasperatedly, rolling your eyes as Steve shrugs and motions towards the door as Wanda rises beside you, “Well, I guess we better go find out what he wants.”
“The Sokovia Accords” Ross states, dropping a large binder onto the conference table, making Wanda jump slightly beside you as your eyes flash nervously to Nat across the table, her gaze locked on the binder, “Approved by 117 countries. It states, that the Avengers shall no longer be a private organization…”
His voice drifts off in your head, his words washing over you as your mind spins. Rules, regulations… restrictions. All things that have never worked well for you in the past. How often had you made the tough call? Working around the police to protect the people. Too often you have seen corruption in politics, known how assets can be turned into weapons… just like… Bucky.
His name rings in your head as you glance at your watch, knowing you missed your flight, knowing there wouldn’t be another one for hours. You silently curse him for not having a cell phone, or anyway that you could get in contact with him.
“4 days from now, the UN meets in Vienna to ratify the Accords. So, talk it over.” Ross finishes as you clue back in. You look around at the blank stares of your surrounding team, everyone lost deep in thought, each having a decision to make.
“And if we come to a decision you don’t like?” Steve asks insistently, clearly angry about the deal being presented to him. “Then you retire.” Ross states sternly, a note of warning in his voice. You feel Steve’s eyes flash to you as you keep yours pointed at your clasped hands, resting in your lap.
“4 days.” Ross orders reminding you of the deadline. He departs, leaving your team quiet in his wake, everyone still lost in thought.
Suddenly Steve rises, hands slamming onto the table as he walks out of the room. “Steve,” You call after him quietly, rising yourself. “I got him.” Sam comes to his feet as well, quickly moving out of the room behind Steve as you follow him, the rest of the team moving behind you to follow their Captain into the living area.
“Secretary Ross has a Congressional Medal of Honor, which is 1 more than you have.” Rhodey argues, going after Sam once more. You rub your forehead tuning them out as they continue their argument.
It had been 2 hours. 2 hours of non-stop debating, back and forth. The forerunning decision makers made their opinion clear. Cap vehemently against the accords while Rhodey, being the military man he is, immediately emerged as the main advocate for the accords. Sam quickly followed Steve, and Vision sided with Rhodey, citing logic as the reason.
Tony remained uncharacteristically quiet as the main defenders or rejecters continued their never ending debate, Natasha watching and observing before contributing cautiously every so often. Your eyes are drawn to Wanda however, her delicate form curled up on the chair as she bites at her lip once more, nervously observing the debate.
“So what are our options?” You finally interject, your own voice sounding strange to you after hours of no usage. “Ross was pretty damn clear, either conform or defect.” Sam scoffs, rolling his eyes as he flops onto the couch. “You’re such a little drama queen, Wilson. Did you even listen?” Rhodey comes to sit before you, leaning forward to hold your hands in his.
“Y/N, the accords would just allow some safety regulations. 117 countries want to sign this, 117 countries would have a say in where we would go and what we would do. So… you sign and agree to the terms and continue to operate as an avenger under agreed upon restrictions. Or you refuse to sign and you retire and agree not to use your skills anymore.”
Rhodey stares at you as your blank gaze rises to Steve, taking in his furrowed brow and pouted lip. You knew where he stood, but was he really prepared to stop being Captain America? Were you prepared to stop being the Scorpion? Maybe some regulations could be good, keep people safe… keep accidents from happening… “I… I’m not ready to decide right now.” You stand up hurriedly, causing a shift in the room as Tony and Steve both rise to their feet as well.
“You don’t have to,” Steve reaches out for you as you try to pass him, his fingers wrapping around your bicep as he steps towards you, his voice dropping, “You have 4 days to think about it. Y/N…” He starts, leaning towards you as his fingers press against your hip. “I… I need a break, need some time to think.”
You push away from him as you hurry out the door, leaving your team to debate their decisions. Still not knowing your own. You move quickly down the hallway, stopping before the entryway closet to grab your jacket and duffle bag, you step quickly towards the elevator, pulling your phone out of your back pocket.
You scan your phone, flipping hurriedly through an app as you wait for the elevator to arrive. A few taps of your finger and the tension in your chest ebbs away. The elevator arrives and you step inside, shifting your bag slightly as you punch the button for the garage.
Your phone dings, alerting you to a notification. You glance at the screen. Confirmation of 9pm flight to Bucharest, departing from JFK gate 31. You sigh, only 2 hours to get to the airport.
Tim wants nothing more than to spend the afternoon lazing around after working all day. He thinks his day is ruined, until he sees who walks through the door.
Letting out a loud yawn, Tim stretched his
arms above his head and tried his best to pop the annoying ache in his back.
His arms fell back down in defeat when his back refused to do what he wanted it
to and he pouted grumpily at the laptop on the table. If he hadn’t been bent
over working all afternoon, there wouldn’t be an annoying ache that would most
likely take days to go away. After closing his laptop with a satisfying click,
he curled up on his side with a pillow tucked comfortably under his head. He considered
stretching his hand out to change the TV to something more interesting, but
decided it wasn’t worth the trouble to move.
supposed to be a simple hunt. You’d done all the research, identified the
pattern, figured out that a Wendigo was terrorising the trail. From there, the
three of you thought it would be like every other Wendigo you’d hunted. Find
it, save whoever you could, and burn it. In fact, you and Dean had tried to
persuade Sam to stay behind. Without his soul, it was tricky to predict what he’d
do next, and he made you a little uneasy. He’d refused point blank, of course,
so all three of you went on the hunt.
you had expected to end up facing two of them.
on the track of the first one, gasoline and lighter clutched tightly in your
hands. Sam was exploring another passageway in the dark tunnel, and Dean was
looking after a woman he’d found tied up.
were sneaky bastards. This one crept up behind you, then grabbed you and threw
you against the wall. You hit your head hard, dropping the lighter. A fiery
pain began to spread through your side. When the Wendigo approached you and
snatched you off the ground, you were too dazed to struggle.
lost the impala miles back and smirked happily to yourself; enjoying the breeze
rushing in your window as you sped down the highway, your hair whipping around
your face. You blared ‘Highway to Hell’ as you strolled into the next town. You
hadn’t really thought about why they were looking for you. Dean wanted nothing
to do with you the last time you guys had saw each other; and with Sam, well he
was only your best friend. Nothing more; so why were they searching for you?
miles east, just stopped at….” The blue wheel turned on the screen. “Summers
Inn” he said looking up. Intense green eyes met his; brows furrowed in
concentration as plump lips frowned creating deep worry lines in his 5 O’clock
shadow. “Dean everything will be fine I promise. She’s probably going to stay
overnight or try to find a hunt to take care of so why don’t we just have Cas
poof us there and then we can surprise her?” Sam asked as Dean sighed shaking
his head. “No, we’re going to just drive.” He grumbled when there was a flap of
wings in the backseat. “Hello” Cas said as Sam turned around.
can you poof us to Y/N?” “Sam! What did I say?” Dean shot him a look. There was
a silence before they were suddenly sitting there in front of Summers Inn. “Dammit
Cas!” Dean shook his head looking away. Sam and Cas got out. “He’s unhappy with
me.” With a flap of his wings he was gone.
stepped out of the shower, wrapping up in a towel, before putting your hair in
one, you stepped out into your room and began to dig around for clean clothes
in your bag. “Hello Y/N” Castiel said from behind you. You turned, coming face
to face with the angel. “Cas…. personal space?” you raised an eyebrow as he
nodded, saying a quiet and fast apology as he backed up.
are you doing here? I didn’t pray to you.” You asked going back to finding
clothes. Cas cleared his throat, clearly avoiding eye contact with any part of
you whatsoever. You noticed your hip being exposed in the towel and smirked. “What’s
the matter there Cassy, afraid of a little bit of skin?” you turned shaking
your head going back toward the bathroom when the angel called out. “Dean is
outside. He wishes to speak to you.” You rolled your eyes. “Tell him to speak
to this” you said holding a middle finger up toward Cas. As you dressed and
brushed your teeth; you didn’t hear the angel leave, or come back.
up the bathroom door, you stepped out into your room to find two tall handsome
brothers staring at you. You looked at the angel and glared. “you know this is
breaking and entering. You’re lucky I don’t call the cops.” You moved back
toward your duffle bag, sitting it on the table you began to go through and
clean your weapons. “Y/N… we’ve been looking for you” Sam said quietly. You
nodded, continuing to clean. “Yeah; I know.” You grabbed the few items you knew
you’d need from your duffle and grabbed your jacket heading toward the door. A
hand grabbed your arm; turning so you could see who it was, you stared up at
simply stared down at you; studying your face, like he’d never see it again in
the morning. You pulled your arm away from his; “If you boys are done; I have a
hunt to take care of.” You opened your door throwing your jacket on. “Let us
help you!” Sam and Dean rushed out as you stood next to your car and smirked. “Yeah,
no thanks. My weak ass has been hunting and killing all by itself for the last
year. Im not falling for that line again.” You insisted as you threw open the
door and got in, taking off. Dean turned around and grabbed a gun from your
duffle. “Let’s go Cas. Sammy stay here.” Before Sam could protest, they were
gone in a blink.