Fun fact: I write these chapters while watching supernatural. I just got hooked and now I can't stop, it's like a disease. Anyway, enjoy!
Disclaimer: I do own the Avengers, Marvel does. I only own my oc Emma (and her family).
"My father?" Emma's eyes widened. "Oh shit, shit, shit, shit," She hid herself under the covers. Steve looked at her in confusion before looking at Tony. "Why is he here? How did he find out?"
"He just showed up at the tower out of nowhere, commanding me to take him to you." Tony stopped leaning on the doorframe. "Your old man's not exactly a pushover, what else could I do?" Emma whimpered audibly from under the covers.
"May I come in now?" An unfamiliar voice asked from out of view. Tony, actually looking nervous, stepped aside. A man that Steve assumed to be Emma's father walked into the room. He stood, trying to hide the surprise on his features. Her father was just as muscular as Steve, and even stood a few inches taller than him, with identical grey eyes and black hair that was greying at the temples. Steve had now understood why Tony looked so nervous.
"Steve Rogers," Steve introduced himself, putting his hand out. "Pleased to meet you sir,"
"Edgar Friedman," Emma's father shook Steve's hand. Unlike his daughter, he had a heavy French accent which made Steve strain his ears to try and understand him. "May I speak with my daughter, privately?"
"Of course." Steve walked out of the room, looking back to see that Emma had uncovered half of her face, pleading with wide eyes for him not to go. Steve smiled sadly at her before shutting the door behind him.
"How the hell did that tiny thing," Tony pointed to Emma's tiny frame notably shaking in the bed, "come from that?"
Steve shrugged, wincing as he heard the father-daughter pair start arguing loudly in French on the other side of the door.
"What happened?" Edgar reached a hand out to touch Emma's temple, but she swatted his hand away.
"I got shot," Emma huffed. "I've gotten shot before, papa. It's not a big deal."
"You need to stop this, Emmy."
"Don't." Emma snapped. "How did you even know I was here?"
"You know your sister can't keep anything a secret," Emma frowned.
"Ok, so now you know." Emma started scratching at the tape that held the needle in her arm in place. "I'm part of the Avengers, they know about my power and they want to utilize it and for once in my life I don't feel like such a freak."
"You're not a freak," Edgar's hand reached out to stop Emma from scratching her arm. "I don't think you should be a soldier anymore."
"This is what I want. The Black Devils are here, they're trying to take over the city. I caught one of them and-"
"The Black Devils are here?"
"Yes! Of all the times you decide to show up, you had to come now? You have to go back to Israel, the BD are planting bombs all over the place-"
"You're coming home with me," Edgar interrupted her again, standing up and walking to the door in a demonstration of his final words. Emma's jaw dropped. "I will not have you getting hurt again. You should have stopped when you got shot in the shoulder."
"You're not listening to me!" Emma screamed. "It's not safe here, you need to leave."
"I will leave, and you're coming with me." Edgar said. "This kind of thing isn't for a little girl like you."
"I am not coming back with you. I am not a little girl!" Emma felt tears prickling down her cheeks. Her hand reached for the vase of flowers on the nightstand and threw it at him. Edgar dodged out of the way, the vase hitting the wall behind him and shattering, water and glass dripped and fell to the floor. "Get out!"
"Woah!" Tony cried from behind the door. He and Steve immediately stormed into the room.
"I am your father. I will not be treated in that way!" he screamed, red in the face.
"Shut up!" Emma felt the first tears start dripping down her face, hiding her face in her hands. She felt Steve put his hands on her shoulders.
"I think you should leave now, sir." Emma heard Steve say but didn't bother looking up.
"Emmy-"
"Just go." Emma said choking back a sob.
She heard her father walk out of the room and close the door behind him.
"Aw, I got you those flowers. And that vase." Tony pouted.
"Sorry," Emma mumbled, looking up and wiping the tears from her eyes. Steve had now sat down on the bed beside her. "I feel like I'm on daytime television. Too much drama. I love him, but once he decides something it's almost impossible to get him to change his mind."
"Out of curiosity, what does Papa Friedman do?" Tony asked.
"He's a mathematics professor," Tony and Steve raised their eyebrows at her. "Before that, he was a professional boxer back in France."
"Well, that explains a lot." Tony muttered. "I'm going to go back to the Tower now before your old man decides to rip my head off." And with that Tony was out of the room.
"You ok?" Steve asked.
"Yeah. I have to find a way for my dad to get back to Israel…by himself." Emma sighed, leaning back against the pillows. "My sister is a giant bigmouth, I'm going to kill her."
Steve smiled at her, getting up to give her a peck on the forehead before leaving. "Get some rest."
Steve found Edgar sitting alone in the cafeteria sipping some coffee. He walked over to the older man, feeling a tad bit nervous for two specific reasons-one: this is the father of the girl he liked, and two: the man was a giant.
"You mind if I sit here, sir?" Steve asked. Edgar looked up, cocking an eyebrow but shook his head. Steve sat down, suddenly not sure of what to say.
"That girl is so much like her mother. God rest her soul. Strong-willed, brave, refuses to give up once she sets her mind on it," Edgar ran a hand over his eyes. Steve was confused for a moment before he figured out that he was talking about Emma. "She was never like that, my Emmy. But she used to be so shy and timid. She was self-conscious about her power but we made sure that we loved her. Then my wife died, and something changed in her. She changed, and I'm not sure if that is a good thing or a bad thing."
"It's good." Steve said confidently. Edgar looked at him in surprise. "Your daughter is amazing. She's swell, and one-of-a-kind."
"You care for her, don't you?" Steve nearly choked."I saw how you were with her, the way you looked at her. That was how I looked at my Claudette."
"Yes, sir." Steve sat up straighter. Was he really that obvious? He couldn't help the blush forming on his cheeks. "I care deeply for your daughter, and I would never hurt her."
"Your better not," Edgar smirked, taking a sip of his coffee. "Or I'll hurt you."
Steve gulped, meeting the family sure was terrifying.
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