Summary: Your new team assembles, preparing to fight, but some slight conflict ensues, when and unexpected visitor arrives.
Authors Note: I kinda love this part so I hope you guys do too. The character I reference, Veil, is from @thewintersoldierprogram sequel piece. It has a different reader, Veil, but gives a happy ending to Steve, something you will not find here. I always love hearing from you guys, so drop a line with thoughts or predictions! Tagging is open, just ask, if you are on my tag list and your username has changed PLEASE let me know!
The small blue buggy turns quickly around the corners as Steve drives hurriedly down the ramps of the empty garage. The car skids slightly, pushing your shoulder roughly into Bucky’s side with the force of the turns.
You smile apologetically at him, eliciting a slight chuckle from him in response as his eyebrow raises at Steve’s ferocious driving.
Finally, the car turns tightly into an empty spot, a white van a few spaces over from your window. Steve parks the car, stepping out hurriedly, Sam following quickly behind him.
You remain still for a moment, watching the van, Bucky peering over your shoulder as your arm reaches back across him, your shoulders rolling back into a defensive and protective posture.
Then suddenly you see Wanda’s head poke out from the passenger seat of the van moments before Clint appears around the back. Your shoulders immediately relax as you register your friends. You move quickly, dislodging yourself from the small car as Steve walks forward to greet Clint.
“Cap,” Clint says, a small smile pulling at his lips as Wanda climbs out of the car. “You know I wouldn’t have called if I had any other choice.” Steve responds, his posture falling back into his normal Captain’s stance as he shakes Clint’s hand.
“Hey, man, you’re doing me a favor.” Clint responds as you rush towards him, happily throwing yourself into his open arms. His hands wrap around you tightly, pulling you closely to his chest as he lifts you slightly off the ground.
For a moment you want to cry, realizing how long it had been and how much you had missed him. “Besides, I owe a debt.” Clint says softly, still looking at Cap as you hug him. You finally dislodge from him, beaming ear to ear as you turn to Wanda, moving forward to wrap her in a tight hug.
“Thanks for having my back,” You whisper softly in her ear, smiling as the two of you rock back and forth slightly in a tight embrace. She pulls away slightly, smiling as she looks you up and down, noting the new marks and bruises you had received since last you’d seen each other. “It was time to get off my ass.”
She winks at you as she takes your hand, moving forward to speak to Steve. Steve’s face is tense, unsure how to proceed with Wanda’s presence. He glares at you, knowing instantly that you are responsible for Wanda being there. His nostrils flare as you avoid his gaze, his anger swelling in him once more at you disobeying his orders.
Steve opens his mouth, preparing to scold you, but Wanda interrupts him, raising a soft finger in the air to hold his words. “Old man, you need my help, just accept it.” She teases slightly, Steve exhales, annoyed as he shakes his head, a small smile to tugging at his lips as Clint lets out a laugh.
“Fine,” Steve nods, his eyebrows rising in amusement, “How about our other recruit?” He inquires, his gaze shifting to the van. “He’s rarin’ to go!” Clint laughs amusedly as he roughly pulls back the sliding door of the van.
“Had to put a little coffee in him but he should be good.” The sleeping man in the back seat jerks forward, startling awake. Sam’s recruit steps from the van as you and Steve exchange skeptical looks with Sam, who just nods confidently, his arms crossing defensively across his chest.
“What time zone is this.” The man says as he blinks ferociously at the bright light of the sun. Your eyes glance briefly to Bucky, hanging back by the other side of the car. His face downcast as he waits patiently for the exchange of pleasantries.
“Come on Scott. Come on.” Clint says pushing Scott forward towards Steve, you give Wanda’s hand a small squeeze as you release her, stepping forward quietly and moving towards Bucky as Scott walks dazedly towards Steve.
“Hey,” you whisper as you move in front of Bucky, your hands sliding softly to his waist as you slip your face into his downcast gaze. You see his face tense, his jaw set tightly as his hair hangs down slightly around his face, “where’s your head at?” You ask softly, your hands sliding up his body to his cheeks, tipping his head forward so that you could place a delicate kiss on his furrowed brow.
You pull back to see his softened expression, his eyes blinking faintly as his lips pull in a reluctant smile, his metal arm slides gingerly around your waist pulling you against him as he straightens, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead before turning to focus on the conversation.
“Hey man!” Scott exclaims loudly, looking over at Sam. “What’s up tic tac,” Sam responds threateningly, his arms still crossed defensively. You can’t help but snort as you try to suppress a laugh. Is this just Sam’s way of interacting with people? Have I just never noticed because we’ve always been friends? Or is Sam just being a protective Mama Bear to Steve?
“Look… what happened last time…” Scott starts to explain, but Sam quickly breaks, smiling slightly as he interrupts Scott. “It was a great audition, but it’ll never happen again.” He laughs, the small sound of a threat still present in his voice. Yep, Sam the Mama Bear.
“They tell you what we’re up against?” Steve asks, drawing Scott’s attention back to him but not before he glances momentarily at you and Bucky behind Sam. “Something about some psycho-assassins?” Scott responds, raising an eyebrow at Steve to display his own skepticism.
“We’re outside the law on this one. So if you come with us you’re a wanted man” Steve speaks clearly, making sure Scott knows exactly what he’s signing up for. Steve has always been a worthy leader, careful at all times to make sure that his team is informed and willing, careful to never take advantage of the loyalty he inspires. It’s why you liked him, why you trusted him, why you…
“We should get moving.” You startle slightly as Bucky speaks beside you bringing your focus back to the situation. You glance up at him, noticing the tension in his chest again as he feels the pressure of the ticking clock.
“Veil helped us to get a chopper lined up.” Clint responds, immediately clicking into work mode. Steve smiles slightly, appreciating the reliability of his friends. Suddenly a siren sounds as a German voice echoes over an intercom throughout the parking complex.
Everyone tenses and looks around, Bucky listen’s carefully to the announcement before explaining a translation, “They’re evacuating the airport.” He pulls away from you as he stands firmly upright to face Steve glancing around to watch for any intruders.
“Stark,” Sam growls slightly, looking around as if he expected his ex-teammate to suddenly appear. “Stark?” Scott questions, looking confused.
Steve nods as if making a decision before announcing to the team at large. “Suit up. I’ll go scope out the helicopter, draw Stark out if he’s here, you all split up and explore other exit routes and escape routes.”
You all nod, Scott snapping into a serious salute, “Yes Sir, Captain America.” You can’t help but laugh at Scott’s nervous demeanor as Steve smiles slightly, “Except for you Mr. Lang, I need you to come with me.”
Steve and Scott waste no time in suiting up as the rest of you move quickly about gathering your gear. “Here buddy, I think I grabbed a piece that’ll fit you.” Clint advances on Bucky as he looks nervously to you for reassurance, you nod softly as he consents to follow Clint to the van.
“Y/N, hun, I think Wanda has something that will make you very happy.” He tosses over his shoulder as Bucky follows him. You move quickly towards Wanda as she reaches into the car, “Hey Clint says you have something…” She pulls out of the car, pulling with her a familiar pile of clothes. Your suit.
Your hands run happily over the flexible corset and close fitted leather jacket, smiling widely as you find the stretchable strong fabric of the pants, littered with pockets and holsters for all your favorite knives.
You smile happily up at Wanda as she hands you a rolled piece of fabric. You roll it out on the seat to reveal your vast collection of knives. The only pocket empty was the one for your Scorpion dagger, which was still safely secured against your thigh.
“Thanks Wanda, I… Thank you.” She smiles happily at you receiving your thanks as she pulls out her own duffle. “You heard Cap, suit up.” She smiles as she begins to undress, swapping her civilian clothes for her gear.
You follow her quickly, stripping off your jeans as you swiftly slink into the close fitted black fabric, stripping off your shirt for ease of buckling the high waisted pants. You move quickly, loading your knives into each of their designated pockets.
“Hey, we have to get going soon, are you all almost ready?” Sam speaks plainly, looking at you and Wanda, his eyes briefly grazing over your exposed chest, only covered by a bra as you load your knives. Bucky and Clint walk around the van, coming to listen to Sam’s plan.
Bucky’s eyes flash briefly to you before widening, his fist clenching slightly at the discomfort of your exposed body around Clint and Sam. He moves quickly, stepping towards you to block the view to you as he reaches for your corset on the seat. “Doll?” He says sweetly to you as he hands you your top.
You glance up at him, halting in your ministrations, seeing the discomfort in his face before glancing down to your top in his hand. “Call me old fashioned but…” He whispers quietly. It dawns on you why he’s so uncomfortable and you quickly grab your corset from his hand, wrapping it around your torso as you begin to do up the clasps.
“Sorry… we change in front of each other all the… I just don’t really think much about it… never really had to…” You whisper as you finish the clasps, moving quickly to lace up your knee high boots and grab your leather jacket.
Bucky nods, as his shoulders jut forward, hunching defensively. He turns from you and moves around the side of the van as Sam calls to everyone for a strategy design meeting. “I… just give me a minute, I’ll get him.” You say to an annoyed Sam, turning quickly to follow Bucky around the other side of the van.
“Bucky… Hey, what’s going on?” You walk forward in front of him, his head hangs down again, biting at his lips as his brow furrows. “We never… I know I don’t have… We never talked about it but…” He stumbles as he tries to find the words. “I just…”
He tries to pull back, away from your grip, but you hold onto his suit, locking your fingers into the belt around his midriff, pushing yourself forward against him as you slide your arms around his waist.
You rest your head against his chest, hugging him closely. His arms rise up defensively for a moment before softly wrapping around you. “It’s ok… I’m here, I’m right here beside you…” You pull back slightly, your hands moving up to frame his face and pull his gaze down to meet yours, his arms still wrapped around you.
“I’ll stay here as long as you’ll let me…” You kiss him softly, feeling a small tingle press down your spine as his fingers flex against your back and he pulls you closer.
“You…” He pulls away slightly, pressing his forehead to yours as he sighs heavily, his voice shaking ever so slightly “you matter to me… it’s been a long time since anything’s mattered to me… but you…” He whispers softly, his eyes blinking open to look at yours.
His eyes shine down at you. You gaze into his blue stare, feeling as if you could see the whole meaning of life in his sad eyes. Your head swims as you breathe deeply, feeling as if an addictive rush was coursing through your body.
“I love you.” You whisper quietly, your mind blurs as your adrenaline sky rockets higher than any fight had caused it to before. You bite your lip nervously as you gaze up at him. Unable to take back the words that you had never before been able to say.
He smiles widely, his eyes sparkling with the vulnerable joy that you had only seen once before in bed. His arms wrap strongly around you as he pulls you into a deep and passionate kiss, his hand sliding up into your hair to pull you tighter against him.
After a moment, you kiss down his neck, settling into the comfort of his embrace, his hand still pressing softly in your hair. “I love you.” He breathes, his lips pressing softly against your forehead as a smile cracks across your face.
You both stand there, arms wrapped around each other, smiling slightly as you both breathe evenly for the first time in the last 48 hours.
“Umm…” Wanda interrupts awkwardly, stepping around the van, you pull sharply away from Bucky, turning towards her as she stares at you for a moment, her eyebrow raising, before her eyes dart to Bucky, widening her smile.
“Sam has a plan; you need to come be briefed quickly. Cap’s about to move forward with Scott.” She reports, the knowing smile tugging at her cheeks. You nod tensely, your eyes glaring at her, knowing exactly what she was doing.
You step forward, Bucky moving beside you towards Sam. Wanda grabs your arm for a moment, holding you back, “In love? Certainly not what I was expecting to overhear… I guess, congratulations?” She chuckles as she teases you, causing your face to go red.
“It’s not nice to read people’s mind Maximoff.” She rolls her eyes at your teasing before placing a quick kiss on your cheek. “I just want you to be smart and stay safe.”
She smiles as she links her arm in with yours, moving you forward towards Sam and Bucky, “And I want to keep Steve from killing you,” She teases, her eyes flashing forward to appraise Bucky’s large form, “Or him.”
You chuckle slightly, tension present at the edge of your laugh as the memory of your argument with Steve flashes in your head, giving way to the image of his kiss with Sharon… You step up beside Bucky, looking to Sam as he continues with his explanation.
Your eyes flash up to Bucky, his tall form standing close beside you… His perfect jaw darkened with thick stubble, pieces of his hair flittering forward into his bewitching blue gaze. His eyes flash to you for just a moment, catching you staring at him.
He smiles broadly at your gaze, his eyes twinkling with the hint of a laugh. Your chest relaxes, a feeling of calm and certainty washing over you. You matter to me… People have before… But never like this… You… you are what matters to me.
You guys watch Psycho. While watching the movie both you and Scott were fine, but later on while you were both trying to sleep you found it honestly creepy to the core.
s t i l e s
Jaws. Not that scary you have to admit, but it was certainly interesting and you and Scott both jumped a couple times, but other wise you were fine. You did miss a couple scenes while you kissed though.
d e r e k
You watch Vertigo, and holy shit are you both confused. You have no idea what’s going on for half of the movie and the other half you’re both thoroughly disturbed. Derek’s theories and predictions were pretty funny though, and certainly kept you’re interest in the odd movie.
l i a m
You got your nerd on for 2001: A space odyssey! It was hilarious seeing all the things they thought we would’ve gotten by now and our priorities! You both thoroughly enjoyed the movie, and actually rewinded to catch the parts you missed while throwing pop corn at each other.
by Anon: Peter had another daughter
he didn’t know about, Y/N, and when she moves to Beacon Hills to get closer to
him she ends up falling hard for Scott but they can’t date because of Peter and
Malia doesn’t like her, so they sneak around and get caught by one of them.
Sorry if that doesn’t make sense.
Warnings: Being adopted and not finding the answers about your birth parents. (I think this could be a trigger to some, which is why I’m putting it as a warning.)
Word Count: 1,507
Author’s Note: Because I
struggled a lot with this prompt, I changed it up a bit. Well, a lot, but I
still hope you like what I came up with it. I’m sorry. This isn’t my best. I
just struggled with this one for some unknown reason.
All of my life I felt so different and so out
of place with my parents. Don’t get me wrong; they’re great. They love me unconditionally
and are very supportive of my goals and dreams.
On the night of my 17th
birthday, something happened that we didn’t understand; I shifted into a
werecougar. I was lucky I didn’t hurt them or anyone else.
It was that night my parents told me I was
adopted and maybe me being a werecougar had something to do with my birth
parents. They thought finding my birthparents would get me some answers.
It’s been two months since my parents found out
my birthparents were from Beacon Hills and moved across the country. When I
started at Beacon Hills High School, I immediately became friends with Scott and
his pack, who all happened to be like me. Well some of them. Things started to
make more sense when I realized there were kids my age who were dealing with
the same thing.
Within a week, I asked them if maybe they knew
my birth father, Peter Hale. With their eyes wide and their jaws hanging, I
knew they knew exactly who my father was. In that moment, I found out Malia was
my half sister. She didn’t even give me the chance to get to know her. Instead,
she stopped talking to me and avoided me anytime we crossed in each other’s
path, even though we were in the same pack. We only worked together when it
involved the pack, but even then she often wondered off with her boyfriend,
Stiles, instead of teaming up with me.
Scott was so comforting and supportive through
everything I was going through, emotionally and physically. Somewhere in
between, he became my best friend and boyfriend. He knew how important it was
to find out who my birthparents were and getting to know my half sister. It was
all I could think about. He wanted to take me out on a date and get my mind off
of it for a little bit.