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"I realize now that dying is easy, it's living that's hard."


Tony shook his head, trying to wrap his brain around everything that had happened in the past two days. "This is insane." He muttered, shoving one hand through his hair. "The entire fucking world has lost its god damn mind."

Steve coughed. "Language, Tony." He scolded.

Lyra turned to appraise the Captain, wrapping her arms around her bruise littered torso. "It's alright, Captain Rogers." She said lowly. "I've heard far worse."

"It's still no excuse." Steve mumbled, crossing his arms over his chest.

Bruce nodded, giving Tony a mildly disapproving look as he reached out towards Lyra. "May I?" He asked softly, smiling gently when she nodded. "Your ribs are bruised, which isn't surprising given the amount of bruising." Warm hands ghosted over her body before Lyra sucked in a breath when he held her chin gently. "What's that cut from?"

Lyra swallowed, already feeling tears pricking the backs of her eyes. "The butt of his gun." She managed after a few moments, voice trembling. "He blitz attacked me when I walked through the door yesterday evening."

"You don't have to do this," Lyra added, ducking her head so that her honey-colored curls concealed the silent tears starting to drip down her cheeks. "You don't have to do this...I don't want to be a burden." She wasn't used to this. She wasn't used to kind hands and soft words - well not when it wasn't Jarvis or Peggy. These people were basically strangers and they were trying to piece her back together.

"Lyra," She jumped when she heard Steve's soft voice, looking up to see him staring with near perfect puppy dog eyes and was vaguely reminded of a golden retriever. "I-I really am sorry for grabbing you, honestly. I didn't mean -"

Lyra chuckled, but it was weak and shaky. "Captain Rogers, it's perfectly fine." She gave him a kind smile. "You wanted to see Peggy...I can understand that. If anyone kept me from -" She bit her tongue and shook her head softly. "Just...it's alright, don't beat yourself up over it."

Steve ducked his head, still somewhat ashamed. "If you say so." He murmured and winced in time with her as Bruce palpated a particularly sore spot.

"Ow." Lyra deadpanned and flinched violently when Bruce's hands drifted over her hips. "Don't! Don't touch me there."

Bruce frowned, slightly wide-eyed as he backed away a bit. "Okay, Lyra..." He murmured soothingly. "I'll back off."

"It's just..." She chewed on her lower lip and rubbed her shoulder self-consciously. "It just really badly and-"

"Lyra." Bruce interjected and swallowed, preparing himself for the answer he might receive. "D-Did your father rape you?"

The others inhaled sharply, Pepper and Wanda clapping their hands over their mouths. "No, Phil...he wouldn't. He wouldn't do something like that." Jane breathed, threading one shaky hand with Thor's as Lyra laced up her dress.

Lyra squeezed her eyes shut and perched on the edge of her bed, arms wrapped around herself. "H-He said I-I needed to learn my lesson." She murmured, hiccupping softly while tears trickled down her cheeks. "I-I should've n-never left the house. It's m-my fault."

Jarvis settled down on the bed next to her, wrapping one strong arm around her shoulders and pulling her close. "It most certainly wasn't your fault." He murmured and pressed a kiss to her hair. "What he does to you is his own fault. He has full control of his actions."

She nodded and blinked back her tears before turning to the others. "You need to leave, now." Lyra stated firmly, giving the Avengers a desperate look. "Please just go. Before he comes back."

"He truly does have you scared, does he not?" Loki questioned softly, eyes sympathetic despite the pained expression on his face.

Lyra shifted her gaze to him, honey curls bouncing slightly as she nodded. "You have no idea of the things he's capable of."


Lyra froze as she heard the front door click closed, her hand freezing around the butter knife she had been reaching for to begin making a sandwich. She held her breath and waited, releasing it slowly when she heard her father pace in the direction of his study.

"Thank god..." She breathed and leaned against the counter in relief.

"Lyra." Her father called out and she began to tremble. "Lyra, get your worthless ass over here this instant!"

First instinct? Hide.

"Fucking brat!" She heard him snap and she shook as she pressed herself against the edge of counter - wishing she could just melt into the floor and disappear. "Get your stupid ass in here!" Phil shouted.

She ducked under the counter, hugging her knees to her chest and opening her mouth side to stifle her loud breathing through the narrow passages of her nose, watching his dress shoes click past her hiding spot.

Too late to pray she supposed.

"Lyra!" Phil bellowed. "Get your lazy, good for nothing ass out here! Do you hear me? This instant!"

She couldn't stop the scream that escaped her lips when he bent down and grabbed her by the ankle, dragging her out from under the counter.

"You stupid fucking slut." He snarled, his pupils dilated at the way she covered her face with her hands. "You heard me!"

"Please!" She screamed and he jerked her back against the floor, dragging her along like she weighed nothing. "Please, Daddy!"

"I am so sick of having such a stupid fucking kid." He muttered - like he didn't have her by the roots of her hair. "You're just so damn stupid!"

Lyra wailed as he chucked her against the wall. "Daddy please." She pleaded and scrambled back on her backside when he let her go.

Phil turned on her, eyes blazing. He wasn't drunk this time and that him all the more terrifying. His movements were coordinated, calculated and easy. He was coherent and knew exactly what to do aside from slamming her into things.

"What were the Avengers doing here, you little slut!" He shouted. "Huh? What were they doing here? Did you offer to fuck them?"

Lyra dared to raise her hands in defense as he brought his fist down, smashing it against the side of her head. "I-I didn't do anything." She sobbed. "I swear! I didn't do anything!"

"That's what whores say." He sneered at her. "You fucked them all, didn't you?"

That wasn't what she said. That wasn't anywhere near what she said. But could she really tell him that? It didn't matter to him - he just continued to scream at her and she was already crying.

"Please...stop." Was what she manged to sob out, raising her hands up to deflect a blow that landed.

The force of the punch knocked her to the ground...again, her skull cracking painfully against the marble floor. She gasped and dragged her hands against the floor, trying to inch away out of instinct; like she'd get far anyway.

"You stupid fucking little whore!" Phil spat, wrenching her up by her hair. "Did you think I wouldn't find out?!"

Lyra whimpered as he began to drag her up the stairs, using her hair as a leash. Her feet scrambled, pinching toes and causing sobs as her knees cracked painfully against the sharp edges of the stairs.

"I didn't do anything, Daddy. Please, stop!"

Her vision whited out as he slammed her first against the wrought iron banister and then against the wall before throwing her into his room where her chin struck the footboard of his bed.

"What did I say about begging?" Phil shouted. "Coulson's don't beg you worthless slut!"

Lyra sobbed, biting down hard on the knuckles of her right hand as he wrenched her up by the collar of her dress and throwing her forward, her skull bouncing with a sickening crack off the headboard.

Her vision swam with dark spots and Lyra whimpered as she felt her father's weight settle on top of her.

It was a blessing when she passed out just as his hands found their way up her skirt.


Hello all! I am so sorry for the update having taken so long. I am in university and therefore have very limited time in which I can spend time writing. I hope you all enjoy :) Please leave a review 3