Little Sister Quill
Avengers x Reader x Guardians Of The Galaxy
Prompt: You’re the sister of the famous Peter Quill…or Starlord as the galaxy knows him, anyways he finds out that you actually exist and what happened to you when you were young.
Requested by: No one
Written By: mrs.stankfa - Anna
Reader: Could be any
A/N: You’re about twenty-five
Also sorry because I wrote this at like three in the morning…
You watched as a light took off with your brother still in whatever had taken you away hours before, whatever blue things were in that ship had decided against taking you along with your brother and dropped you back onto the earth’s floor.
But with a price.
Your five-year-old self didn’t understand what could’ve happened, you barely understood what had happened to your mother before the light had kidnapped you and your brother.
It was morning when you woke up in the grass that was wet from the night before and the sun shown bright around the whole grounds of the hospital grounds….which didn’t have a hospital building anymore.
Instead of the building you left behind, it was an open field with literally nothing.
By now you had realized that your family really was gone, no trace of them was anywhere. You had checked hospitals, morgues, even birth certificates, (you had become quite skilled in the hacking field) your families information was there but it seemed after you and brother left, everything just…..cut off.
So now you used your abilities to try and find your brother or at least find out what happened to him yet you never could, it’s as if he disappeared right with your family.
You lived in a van that you had stolen when you were eleven and a half, you had to survive, so you taught yourself how to drive…..at the age of eleven.
“Agent Quill, are you alright?” A man questions while placing a hand on your cheek, the blood dripping down as your head fell back against the wall.
“I…I tried.” You whisper as more blood starts to drip down from the corner of your mouth.
“No, you did fine,” Coulson states while shaking his head. “Fitzsimmons left wing now.”
“On our way sir, it’s a little difficult-”
Coulson cuts the coms so you couldn’t hear anymore. You shake your head again, drawing his attention back to you.
“I…I-I didn’t.” You mumble while weakly gesturing to the dead agents that lay next to you. “Look at them, they’re all dead.”
“You still protected the secret, the information that we’ve trusted you with since you were sixteen,” Coulson explains, applying more pressure to the wound that was causing the most trouble in your abdomen area.
“Thank you, Coulson.’ You whisper while squinting your eyes closed because of the pain. “For everything, for taking me in when I was fourteen, to caring….everything.”
“Y/N, stop. You’re going to be fine.” Coulson scoffs.
“I love you.”
“You’re finally old enough to actually legally celebrate with us!” Tony cheers while throwing his hands in the air as you sip slowly on the drink that he had made you minutes before.
“Tony, stop overwhelming her/him so much. She/He drank before, this is just like any other-”
“No, Natasha.” Tony sarcastically interrupts. “She’s legally allowed to do this now.”
“Since when have you cared?!” You laugh, along with the rest of the team. “I’m pretty sure you were always the one to hand me the drinks in the first place!”
“Shut up. You’re still younger and I can take you down any day.” Tony seethes.
“At least buy me dinner first!” You whine.
“Tony! With her/his abilities, she/he can kick your as with just a wave of her/his hand!” Clint yells, stopping Tony from rushing after you. You triumphantly smirk while taking another sip of your drink.
“Look at her smirk, look at that devil.”
You had officially turned twenty-five three days ago, the Avengers had thrown you a large party to celebrate and now here you all were. Resting away the parties that you had had.
The Avengers had taken the place of your lost family, each of them helping through the hardships that you faced. Each offering something that would help you heal.
The elevators opening interrupt you from your thoughts, you quickly shake your head and look over the edge of the couch to see Fury walking in with a group of people. A man, a…green? woman, a raccoon, a tree, and a buff gray guy with red tattoos.
Fury’s eye scans across the room and stops on you laying on top of an unconscious Steve/Bucky. (Literally, don’t ask).
“Agent Quill.” Fury states.
“Pirate!” Both you and Tony salute, earning an eye roll from the man.
“I need to speak with you privately.” Fury states with an irritated sigh.
“Why? I haven’t broken any rules…..this hour.” You trail off. “Shit nevermind, but Tony said that he wouldn’t tell!”
“I didn’t tell!” Tony whines, Fury shakes his head.
“We will discuss whatever…that is supposed to be later.” He sighs. “This is a more important matter.”
“What’s more important than streaking across Times Square while shooting a picture of you on the jumbotron?”
“You idiots did what?”