A/N All right the long-awaited reveal. Steve Stans, sorry not sorry. Promise Stony is going to start after this chapter. Hope someone's still holding on. Also, pay attention to the chapter name. They're lyrics from one of my favorite singers' songs. Also, Here's a fun game: Count the number of songs I mention/ use lyrics of, in this chapter and afterward.
"What should we do with him?" Nat asked her voice trembling in the slightest. Bucky was tied to a chair in front of us still unconscious. I shrugged, sparing a glance at the other unconscious figure in the room… Anthony Edward Stark. There were a few mild burn marks on his face. Nothing that wouldn't heal in a year or two.
"I don't know," I admitted after a while. " I'm going to go review the security footage," Nat Mumbled as she walked out. I crouched down in front of bucky and quietly whispered "They say time's supposed to heal ya. But sometimes they forget that time doesn't just make you forget all the time but remember as well. Buck, I know you told me not to blame myself for your torture, but I just want to tell you I'm sorry for everything," "Hey punk," Buck greeted me, at some point of my apology he had woken up.
"Jerk," I acknowledged him." What happened?" he asked. I started on his binds as I thought up a polite way to tell him what he'd done. "You went into winter soldier mode. kicked Wanda, Pushed Tony into a fire, and almost killed everyone," Natasha answered for me. Behind her came the entire team including T'challa, Peter, and Scott. I gave her an annoyed look and helped bucky up from the chair.
"Not that it's not amazing to see you all, why are you here?" I asked after greeting everyone. "Because," Nat said switching on what I assumed was the Security feed. The first thing I saw was Wanda silently crying. Then, Tony and her working on her powers, Bucky watching them quietly. Nothing seemed out of place until… a blue blur appeared on screen and then Bucky started beating tony and Wanda up. But was reprimanded by Wanda who had recovered from the kick. "See something familiar, clint?" Natasha asked once the clip finished. " No fucking way, the boy's alive?" Clint asked as Wanda's eyes brimmed with tears.
I sneaked another glance at Tony, I was surprised to see that his burns looked much better. I quickly averted my eyes as tony stirred. Nat noticed first and excused herself to… kick him in the nuts. "Nat!" He exclaimed in pain as he pushed himself into a sitting position.
"Могли бы вы надеть огнестойкие костюмы во время тренировки Ванды? Вы чуть не умерли! Вы нужны команде! Черт побери, ты нужен Питеру!" She hissed in response." (Could you wear fire-resistant suits when training Wanda? You almost died! The team needs you! Damn it, Peter needs you!) Apparently, he knew, Russian cause the next moment, he shrugged with a sheepish smile. I motioned for him to go wait outside.
Luckily he understood and did as instructed. I followed him after making an excuse. "Tony, you could have died. You told us you weren't going to play with fire anymore. And that you were going to be safe while training her and undoing the brainwashing," I started with a sigh "I've had enough encounters with death, anyway Wanda wanted to make sure that Lagos doesn't happen again." He replied with a shrug. "Still, you've got people who need you. And you can't keep putting your life on the line just cause you wanna help people. If you die, nobody gets saved," I half- screamed into his face.
He gave a bitter laugh and said "You don't get to say that cap. Remember That bunker in Siberia?"
I felt like screaming, I knew that the team probably had their ears pressed against the door listening to our conversation. I really didn't want them to know just yet. My theory was further proven right when Wanda came out and asked "What happened in Siberia?" "Nothing," both Tony and I chorused. But then the one person who knew everything: Natasha and the team stepped out.
"They fought and Steve stuck his shield in there," Nat replied, pointing to the place where the arc reactor had once rested. "There must have been a reason, right?" Peter asked, looking betrayed and sad, we had grown close over the few months that I had been there.
The rest of the team looked aghast as Nat explained everything. Not without interruption from Tony. He kept trying to get her to stop, I didn't know why. Finally, she snapped and said "Anthony Edward Stark, you can't let people just walk all over you. He left you to die, just because you snapped when you saw your mother, your fucking mother get murdered. So, shut the fuck up. I know you think, you're a waste of space, you are not. But he is," Nat turned her finger towards me.
And I had never agreed with someone more. Tony took a small step back, I barely had enough time to process why he did that before a sharp kick knocked me down. I had even less time to prepare myself for the next attack before it rained down on me. Punch after punch. In all the chaos, I heard Tony's voice before I was lifted into the air and thrown side to side.
Finally, it stopped. I looked up, someone was offering a hand to me. I looked further up, and kind brown eyes stared back at me. "Tony?" I asked. "Yeah it's me," he replied, helping me up.
"What the heavens happened?" I asked as we walked back inside. The team had dispersed. "Well, you kinda invoked the wrath of Underoos and Bellatrix," He answered. "You trained them well," I mumbled "Ehh, want a drink?" he responded as we took a seat on the comfortable bar stools.
I nodded silently. "Why?" I wondered aloud as he poured out some fancy sort of wine. "Hmm?" He asked, grabbing something from the cabinets behind him. "Why are you so nice to me? I stuck a shield in you, I almost killed you!"I exclaimed, slightly frustrated. "I learned to let it go, years ago. And at the end of the day, you're my only connection to dad. Nothing good ever came out of hating everyone anyway," he replied sipping his drink placidly.
A/N All right, this is a chapter that I've struggled with. First off, If you're reading this, you're awesome and review, please! Second off, don't be like Tony, Get help if you think you are a waste of space, there is nothing to be embarrassed about. I used to think like that, and even reached the stage where I wanted to die. But don't let it get that far, because you are important and unique.