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Chapter 11

The funeral was quiet, painful. She forced herself to watch Steve walk Peggy's casket down the ails, her hand laced through Sam's as she laid into his arm, her tears streaming down her face. When Steve took his seat Bianca had hardly listened to the Priest, until she heard the woman being introduced who was to speak for Peggy's eulogy. 'Sharon?' Listening to the woman speak, Bianca looked at Steve curiously, he was letting her words sink in desperately. But everything sounded just like Peggy would have said them. When the funeral was over, Bianca stayed with Steve in the church the two of them looking on at Peggy's photograph when Natasha approached them, she felt the woman's warm hand brush through her long-waved hair. Shifting from leaning against her uncle and shifting into Natasha's arms before she slowly left the church, giving them both a moment.

"Bianca?" Sharon's soft voice called for her as she approached the church.

Looking at the blonde woman, Bianca looked at her. "All this time, all this time you knew, and you never said anything?"

"Your uncle didn't -"

She softly laughed at the woman, "Uncle Steve, I can understand you not telling, I'm talking about me. Why didn't any of you, your family ever have anything to do with mine? None of you even came to his funeral. Peggy, I can understand, but your family? My aunt grew up with Peggy's children, her family, and I never once saw any of you at her funeral either. Did any of you even go to my father's when he died, my mother's? Aunt Sarah and I never see you? Anyone's?" she asked.

Sharon shrugged at the girl sadly. Sharon wished she had known them, but she hadn't. "I never knew your side of the family, Bianca. I wish I had. I only ever heard stories from Peggy. Like the Bumblebee-"

Whimpering at hearing that she even knew that, Bianca wiped her tears from her cheeks, "Don't… Don't even try to use that story," she cried, looking at the sad woman. "I know I say I have a family, but I don't feel like I do. I had my aunt, I had my grandfather, I have others even today who love me to death and I love them to death, I love you to death, I just-" She was taken off guard when Sharon wrapped her up in her arms and hugged her, her nose being buried into her hair. It was a hug of desperation and pain. Sharon's hug told her a lot about how the blonde felt. She had lost more than just an aunt when Peggy died, she had lost an idle, a pillar from the past to the present. Returning the woman's hug, Bianca held the woman closely in their embrace. When Steve and Natasha walked out from the Church, Natasha smiled at Sharon as she wrapped an arm around Bianca when the two separated. "My deepest condolences to your loss, Mss. Carter." Natasha told her, hugging the woman before returning her arm back around Bianca and looking to Steve. "You sure you don't want to come?" She asked him.

Nodding, Steve sighed, "Yeah, I'm sure." He told her, opening his arm to Bianca he waited for her to hug him. With his arms around her, he kissed the top of her head, she was about Natasha's height about now, she was getting so big. Rubbing her back comfortingly, Steve looked down at Bianca then at Natasha. "Bianca, I want you to go with Natasha. She's going to Vienna, it'll give you something to take your mind off of things."

Shocked she looked from her uncle than to Natasha and sighed. "I'll grab my bag,"

Smiling, Natasha looked to Steve as she walked off with Bianca to the hotel to get her bags before getting on the jet. On the flight there, Bianca tried to sketch, but she had no spirit for it. Feeling a small shuffle on the seat beside her Bianca softly sighed as Natasha took a moment to look over at the sketches she had drawn in her booklet. The pages she had flipped from had several little sketches of Peter and Ned, a few of MJ, the pages Bianca had flipped over to had a section timeline of Bucky smiling before he was taken by HYDRA then the progression of his winter soldier persona they had created him, the last was him in a baseball hat, and normal civilian clothing looking over his shoulder. The other page, however, was full of sketches of Peggy Carter's smiling aging faces, and one of a faceless little girl in a faceless woman's arms in a sun chair. Natasha smiled at the drawings, she loved watching her draw things, people. "You are so talented El," she told her.

"Why are we going to Vienna?" Bianca asked her, changing the subject.

Taking a breath, Natasha released it and sighed. "We are going to be attending the Accords meeting. Please, Bia, please behave. I've gotten word that Ross has been looking into your adoption agreement, thankfully though, there have been several roadblocks for him, but he is quickly running those down. I don't know how but he is getting through them. Please, do not step out of line. We cannot lose you too baby." Natasha told her weakly. She was scared, she wouldn't deny that. Taking Bianca's hand when she rested her pencil down in her booklet, Natasha waited for the girl to answer her as they looked into one another's fearful eyes.

Her fears had been slammed home as she looked at the woman she adored so much as a mother. The fear in her eyes, on Natasha's face. Nibbling on her bottom lip she nodded, fearful her answer would be broken, Bianca shared a moment with Natasha. "He can't…" she stopped in her voice breaking.

Cupping the girl's face, Natasha looked her face over to remember it as best she could, trying to fight back every ounce of her fears, but she nodded, quickly blinking back her watering eyes, "He's proving resilient Bia… But, it is looking like he may be able to," she sucked in a deep, trembling breath as a tear rolled down her face, "Like he may be able to take you away from us. I'm sorry," her apology was weak, broken. Pressing a kiss to Bianca's brow, Natasha stood to give the girl a moment.

Three days, that was all it had taken for him to mow down the barriers. However, the council was not exactly liking his proposal.

"You are proposing we grant you, secretary, permission to permanently remove a child from the guardianship of a group of people who have kept her in school, her GPA is very impressive, trained by the best of this group as well and adopted by the group themselves as well as Mss Romanoff who has had every form of ability to have children removed from her against her choices, and a man who helped end World War 2 at the cost of things that our soldiers from history as well as today's soldiers have suffered, helped dismantle a corruption in our own backyard-"

"With all due respect Ma'am, I don't think you understand my point," Ross politely interrupted her. "This child is not safe by any means in their care, she has been abducted on several occasions, even put in danger by Steven Rogers when he took her aboard a ship in 2012 days before New York was attacked, then in 2014 she was kidnapped by HYDRA agents, during which case Captain Rogers as well as Mss Romanoff to whom also included Nick Fury, Maria Hill, and Sam Wilson destroyed several buildings and the S.H.I.E.L.D. compound that still had people inside them before allowing the winter soldier to escape custody. And let me also remind you that during that occasion this child was tortured to severe levels as well as shot and almost killed. Recently, in 2015, just last year, she was abducted by Ultron, who was ultimately created by Mr. Stark in which case caused the devastation of Sokovia. I simply want this child to be safe, with a family who deserves a child. Natasha Romanoff is a KGB defected agent with many kills under her belt-"

"So then you are saying that no soldier, or hero that has had to kill a person to get a job done for the right causes of humanity today, deserves a child? That is basically what you are suggesting Secretary. That also deduces that not even you a decorated Army-man deserves to have ever had your own child?" The woman asked with burning anger, her belly was on fire and her heart was thumping in her chest. An Orphan herself in her past, she had risen through society to have the life and job she had today. "Secretary, you are suggesting also, that we, the very people in this meeting now, who were the very people to sign this agreement of Mss. Bianca Margaret Lou Rogers guardianship. Do you really want to be responsible for a child, who is happy and healthy where she is, to be once again an orphan? Only this time she won't have anywhere to go but into the foster system DO you really want to be responsible for ripping a child away from people who love her and actually take care of her. To make this child homeless and parentless by the terms you have presented to us today?" she demanded with anger.

Taking a breath for a moment, another member of the court folded his hands together as he watched the anger of the woman. He fully understood why she was angry, "Do you realize that if we do this you will be causing a catastrophic domino effect of this child? She will resent us and you, and could very well turn her back on us all, the U.S. We would be creating our own destruction by your advisement if we even thought of allowing this." The man said coldly. "Unfortunately, Secretary Ross, we cannot, we will not be responsible for this none- sense. Good day, Secretary."

Ross had walked out, dismissed. It looked like his goal to slap them all, especially that little brat, would be unreachable. For now.

She'd had to change out of her funeral clothes of all black and annoying heels into a long bohemia skirt of white and blue designs with creamy pink flats and a creamy pink knitted tank-top. She stood close by with Natasha, terrified that Ross would show up and have her removed. And there was nothing Nat could do. Needing some air from all of the people in nice suits and looking all high and mighty, Bianca sighed and excused herself from Natasha as she spoke with several politicians.

"Are you alright?" an older man's voice asked her as he approached her standing in the bridged hall looking out the slightly opened window she had struggled to open a little bit ago.

Shocked to hear a man speaking to her when she wasn't a part of this, Bianca's head snapped to him and stood straight when she saw the King of Wakanda approaching her. "Yo-your-"

"T'Chaka, and you must be Mss Romanoff's daughter. Bianca, yes?" he asked her with a smile. Extending his hand to shake hers' He smiled widely at her with a pleasing smile when she shook his hand in return and smiled at him and softly nodded.

"Yes, sir- I mean, your majesty, um, my-my mother is in the conference room with everyone-"

"Yes, I know. I noticed you leaving earlier, thought I would check up on you. You looked rather distressed." He said with concern. He smiled kindly at seeing her turquoise eyes fill with tears before she blinked them away and cleared her throat as she looked out the window, taking in a trembled breath.

"Secretary Ross is very determined," Bianca said looking at him. She knew he saw her tournament regarding Ross. She wouldn't hide it from the man, he was not her enemy. And she was like her grandfather, she wore her heart on her sleeve half the time.

Slightly laughing, King T'Chaka nodded, "Of course, the man has a… Kind of air about him. But I have a feeling we are discussing two different sides of the man we discuss now." He clarified. "He has crossed you?"

"He's trying to have me removed from the Avengers' guardianship, as well as my Godfather, Nick Fury. I saw the report he tried to submit to the council that signed my adoption papers while I was on the plane. He wants my adoption removed, and permanently revoked from them all as well as my actual biological granduncle, Steve Rogers, to have custody removed, permanently." She told him.

Hearing this did bother the Wakandan King. He hadn't known that part. Then again, Ross's presence in the United Nations committee was more like an in-between person, he wasn't running anything. "He is demanding the removal of a child?" he asked, his tone, he knew, had come across as angry from the reaction he pulled from the girl when she looked at him and a confused expression. It told him that she and the others were likely under the impression that the United Nations had something to do with this as well. "No on, I swear, knew that Secretary Ross was planning such a cruel notion. We simply want order and responsibility laid where it belongs, and the Avengers to have order by a ruling government, that being the United Nations if they plan to roam the world in their very many desires to help. Too much chaos has happened under their own orders, and we the people of the world and the citizens can no longer tolerate this happening. But we never demanded the removal of their child. I do believe this should be addressed."

Softly laughing at the memory of what she had done, that more than likely spurred the man into his desires and determination to have her permanently removed had her just a little amused. "I do not blame the United Nations for their wishes or their concerns, I fully understand why. It is only Secretary Ross I have the problem with. However, the arguments he gave in his statements and report said otherwise regarding the United Nations. At least that was how I took his report and his argument." She told the clearly upset King.

"Do you have this report and the argument he gave your Council?" King T'Chaka requested curiously.

Curious as to why he'd be curious Bianca nodded and held up her phone. "Right here, I have it in a PDF format, the video was recorded for their records process like they're supposed to every meeting they have."

Nodding, T'Chaka looked from her phone she showed him then to her as he wrote down an email and handed her the piece of paper from his little personal pocket notebook. "Please, email a copy to this address, I will send it to the courts for the United Nations to oversee. I will not allow a child to be removed from a home in this way." He told her, watching her tap away on her phone, and sent the information for him to his phone. Looking at it for a brief moment, T'Chaka nodded and looked to her soft smile of gratitude. "Shall we then?" he asked her, holding his hand up for her to follow him back into the courts' counsel room. Arriving in the large conference room, King T'Chaka smiled when he found his son speaking with Mss Romanoff, catching part of their end conversation he softly chuckled, "Unless you are moving a piano," he added in, looking to Natasha he nodded and the two spoke for a moment, "Mss Romanoff, I feel as if I must apologies, I was left unaware of Secretary Ross attempting to remove the young lady from your care. I have to say that I would like to hope the United Nations are unaware of this." King T'Chaka admitted to her. He softly chuckled when Mss Romanoff gave Bianca a sad smile with her brows raised.

Shrugging to Natasha when she gave her that look of 'young lady' Bianca was honestly shocked, "He asked why I was upset." she stated.

Smiling and wanting to softly laugh herself, Natasha sighed, "She also lost her Aunt, her funeral was this morning in London, I stopped by to pay my respects and pick up Bianca, but yes, she is upset about Secretary Ross's attempts to remove her from the Avengers care, as well as mine and her uncles'. We all are. Tony stark is currently running interference to stop it, but so far everything he's done has been somehow overruled." Natasha informed them, "Which is an unfortunate fact to a point that someone or more than one person who is a part of the United Nations is helping him. But thank you, King T'Chaka, it is actually reassuring that you are not a part of that. It really means a lot to me," Natasha told the King, nodding to him and his son, Natasha took a breath to help her panic of the situation remain level as she wrapped Bianca up in an arm and rubbed the girl's arm to give them both comfort.

"Mss Romanoff," a woman said walking up behind the woman, a large file in her hand and several 'guards' from the looks of it, "I am sorry to be here under these circumstances," she started, handing the large file to the once upon a time Agent.

"What is this?" Natasha demanded with worry, opening the file her heart sank as she looked to Bianca and slammed the file closed and tried to hand it back to the woman, "No, you can forget it," She told the woman coldly and instinctually moving Bianca behind her, "I swear, you will regret this if you think for even a second-"

"Under the United Nations orders, Mss Romanoff, you nor those who signed this agreement, especially those who choose retirement, cannot go against this ruling. Bianca Rogers is hereby removed," the woman paused with pain stabbing her own heart as she watched the shock on Natasha's face, the panic on the girl's face, and the horror on the King and Prince's faces of Wakanda. She hated this. Taking a breath as she closed her eyes with regret, the woman released her own painful breath, "permanently removed from the Avengers custody, as well as yours, Natasha Romanoff and her granduncle, Steven Rogers by Secretary Ross demanded request. I am sorry. Take the girl to the car." The woman said, releasing her breath as each bodyguard stepped around her and moved between Natasha and Bianca, the girl's calls and her cries.

Lynching herself from the guard's hard hold, Bianca kicked one in the shin and rushed back into her mother's arms, the hold they had around each other was despite. "Mom?"

Pressing her lips to the top of Bianca's head, Natasha sniffed back her tears, it was happening all over again like it had that night she and Yelena got separated. "I know, I know baby," Natasha whispered into Bianca's hair, her heart shredding as she held onto the girl desperately.

"Mss Romanoff," the woman said calmly. The two women shared a look that told them both that neither one of them wanted this to happen.

"You can tell Ross he is going to regret this more than he will anything in his entire life," Natasha growled to the woman. She had to close her eyes tightly as three guards forced her arms open and Bianca away from her.

Bianca was silent as they walk down the halls and to the car. "I am truly sorry, Bianca." The woman told her, "I don't believe we've been introduced, I am-"

"Liesl Morganside, I know who you are," Bianca said coldly. She wanted to not be angry at this woman, but she couldn't help it, she was here doing this, even if she didn't want to be. Whoever had forced this, she hoped felt her wrath when this was over. "Congratulations, Mrs. Morganside, you and the others to have allowed this and or part of this has just created a permanent and official orphan." She finished, her tone remaining cold as she stared out the window as they drove, "My stuff is back at the hotel, I need to get it." She told the woman.

Feeling like she was getting the brunt of this girl's dislike, Liesl sighed and gave the driver the address of the hotel. She couldn't exactly blame the girl. She and two others of her board to have signed her adoption and secrecy in front of and with the President of the United States had been the only three to refuse to sign the Adoption Dissolution request sent to them all by Secretary Ross, then she had been given the nasty task of overseeing the removal of this girl. It was a slap in her face by Secretary Ross since she was the biggest fighter against the adoption of Dissolution happening.

As they waited for Bianca in the living space of the hotel room, Liesl looked at her watch before one of the guards rushed in.

"I'm sorry Mrs. Morganside, but you have to see this." He told her, turning on the TV as the News reported the attack on the United Nations in Vienna. She'd thought she'd felt a shake as they were going up the elevator, but hadn't thought to check the news, she'd honestly thought it had just been her imagination. Worried, Liesl rushed to Bianca's room, but the door stopped her. Jiggling the stuck handle, Liesl banged on the door for a moment, "Bianca?" she called, trying to remain calm. Hearing no answer, she let her panic run. "Bianca!" she shouted, slapping the door with her palm, trying to open it. Moving from the stuck door, she looked to the men in the room. "Open it," she told them and watched one of them kick the door open, and out of habit, he drew his gun.

Huffing at him, Liesl shuffled past him, "For God's sake she's fifteen years old! Put that damn thing away would you," Liesl scolded him and marched into the room and looked around. She found the girl's white and blue skirt and shirt on the floor with her shoes she'd been wearing when they'd come to take her, the bathroom door was half closed and the steam from the hot water running in the shower and the window was half open, likely to let the steam stream out from the room, her TV, thankfully, was turned off. Meaning Bianca likely hadn't seen the News. She was, however, suspicious that Bianca hadn't made a single sound since the door had been broken down and walked into the bathroom, "Bianca?" she called, carefully walking to the shower. Not liking the idea that she had either tried committing suicide in the shower or hoping that she wasn't just ignoring her and she was about to pull open a curtain on a naked fifteen-year-old who already didn't trust her. Liesl sighed and moved the curtain aside gently to not expose the girl if she was in there. But the shower was empty. Feeling a rise of panic and aggravation, Liesl marched out of the bathroom and into the girl's room and towards the partially open window and looked out on the brick walls for any sign that she had climbed down. The grappling hook that was anchored there had Liesl sighing. "Mrs. Morganside, should we call this into Secretary Ross?"

Rolling her eyes at the man, Liesl sighed with annoyance. "No, I will contact someone personally. You can leave Secretary Ross out of this for the time beings since I am now left to clean up the mess he created," she grumbled, pulling her phone from her dress pants pocket she dialed the first persona she could think of. And she knew damn well the woman was going to be pissed off at her. "I am sorry, Mss Romanoff, but I have some bad news. It seems your daughter has given me and the guards the slip." Liesl informed the woman. "No, I have refrained from informing Secretary Ross for the time being considering this is his mess, I figured I'd give you a heads up before I was forced to call him in a 'timely' manner. Unfortunately with her being a minor, I am forced to inform authorities of her missing as well Ross, you have a five-minute head start before I have to contact the Secretary of State to inform him of the missing girl," Liesl explained.

"Ma'am," a guard said walking up behind her, holding out a phone he handed her the device.

"And she's left her cell phone here, so there's no tracing her phone."

Natasha took a deep breath as she nodded on her end of the phone, "Thank you," she told the woman before hanging up. 'Great,' sighing, she called Tony and informed him, "Is there any way to track her?"

"No, unfortunately not, I can have Friday go through cameras and face recognition, however, I'd need permission to have access to their cities surveillance." He stated.

Sighing with a heavy sigh, Natasha closed the door to the back seat of the drivers' car, "And we can't get that unless we go through Ross," she groaned, leaning back in the seat. "I can't lose her again, Tony, what can we do that won't endanger her?"

"Let her run around until she comes to her senses?" Tony said blankly. Even though he was panicking on the inside and running over several things to do to possibly help find the girl without getting her into more trouble than she already was.

"Great, thanks a lot," Natasha grumbled, hanging up the phone with a sigh. She stared at her phone for several minutes, she knew she had to call Steve but a part of her felt like Bianca would go straight to him. But he still deserved to know. Pressing the call option on her screen, Natasha let the phone ring several times, she almost wasn't surprised when he didn't answer, "Steve, call me back. We've been served with papers regarding Bianca's removal, they took her," she breathed sadly, taking a moment to pause, "She ran away Steve, and I'm hoping that she's going to you, but if you're going after Barnes, I am begging you, send her home, send her to Pepper, to Laura's, anyone else, but please, do not let her go on a mission to search for him. It'll cause-"

BEEP!

Natasha sighed as the message ended. 'Please, please just go home Bia,' Natasha prayed, her phone held between her two hands as she held them to her nose in a form of mental prayer. She was so scared for Bianca being out there on her own. 'Please baby go home,' Natasha couldn't help but want to weep.

"Ma'am?" the driver said, looking into the mirror to the backseat, "We've arrived at your hotel."

"Thank you," she said softly to him and got out of the back seat and headed inside.

Bianca sighed as she rested back in the jet's pilot's seat. She'd run through the flight checks before flipping on the stealth mode to cloak the location she was going to be going. After she'd seen the news about the bombing and their suspect ion of Barnes, which had been fast, very fast, for the news at least to get that information. She'd changed out of her clothes for what she felt to be the fifth time, which was ridiculous in her opinion. Her eyes continued to glance over to the computer running a screen analysis for Barnes. She had an assumption where he could be, the information she'd snuck a peek at from Sharon's file she'd handed her Uncle almost an hour ago. She'd been hiding in plain sight for the last three hours until she'd seen the file that Sharon had left sitting for her to look at.

"I will be out of distance for this earpiece in about thirty seconds, so, thank you. For not handing me over to Ross's goons. And the dumby phone." Bianca said.

Smiling on the ground from her car, Sharon looked up to the jet taking off. "Anything for family kiddo, you just be safe, your parents would kill me if anything happened to you, and I have a feeling Aunt Peggy would awaken from the dead to strangle me." She admitted with humor.

Laughing a little at that, Bianca shook her head, "Nah, I think you'll be safe. Later Sharon."

"Later, bumblebee," Sharon whispered back.

She'd been unable to respond to Sharon when she'd called her bumblebee, and the earpiece gave way of communication when she was out of range. But it had her smiling a bit as she flew. Putting the aircraft on auto-pilot Bianca sighed and got more comfortable in her seat.

"So,"

Bianca screamed out of shock and almost rolled out of the seat as she turned to look at who the hell was on here with her. Who she found had her groaning with absolute annoyance.

Amused, Steve and Sam took their seats and buckled in behind her, "Stealing Tony's jet? Nice." Steve told her with a laughing smirk.

"That's not funny, you two scared me!" she snapped at them.

"Oh? Well, it saves us from getting arrested. All we have to tell them is that we came after an angry teenager when she was removed from her parental guardians by Secretary Ross."

"Your mother is panicking, Bee, you should go home," Steve told her casually.

"Oh, now you want to think about that?" Bianca snapped, taking the jet off auto-pilot with a roll of her eyes.

His eyes going wide Sam looked over to Steve sitting there in shock, "Um, I think I'll just-"

"You can't vacate this Sam, there's nowhere for you to go, we're practically 30 thousand feet into the air and I really don't think you want to fly all the way to Germany right now." She grumbled.

Freezing in his seat, Sam sat back down slowly, "Okay?"

Steve was completely shocked, struck really, that she'd even think he never cared. Not sure how to respond, Steve wung it. "What's that supposed to mean?" he questioned.

"What's what suppose to mean?" Bianca asked Steve with a cold look. She was angry at him, she was angry at all of them. Ross never should have been able to get access to her files, how he did she had no idea!

"I have always cared, Bianca. Always cared. You're scrapped knee, your first asthma attack- okay, the first asthma attack you had since being in my care, your fractured toe and you couldn't dance in the ballet, you couldn't do your gymnastics competition or any of your sports- "

"Yet Natasha still trained me, and that is not what I mean, and you damn well know it!" she shouted, flipping auto-pilot back on, unbuckling herself, standing from the chair, and glared at the man she loved so much like a father. "He was trying to take me away from you, from all of you, which he succeeded in doing-"

"And that is supposed to be my fault? What the hell are you talking about!" Steve questioned.

"Oh, don't forget when she got shot and kidnapped by HYDRA," Sam reminded them. The glare he got from Bianca had him clearing his throat.

"Damn it all! No, you were supposed to be doing what Tony was doing! Apparently, Tony has been running interference from the start, why weren't you! I'm your daughter for God's sake! Yes, I am technically everyone else's kid, but… But I thought… I thought I was yours! Yours and Nat's! And none of you… None of you fought for me, you left it to Tony! Him all on his own. What the heck were you thinking?"

Steve stood from the seat as she ranted and raved about what was actually bothering her, and he felt shredded. "Because Tony told me not to worry, I had no idea about it until Natasha called me and left that message." Staring at her in this light now, he realized that even though he had raised her, with the help of the others of course, that he'd also neglected a lot of areas for her.

Staring at him with tears in her eyes, Bianca nodded at him, swallowing back the disappointment. The one time he had the chance to fight for her, he hadn't. "Maybe next time you shouldn't listen to Tony,"

"Bee-"

"Don't… Please, whatever you think you want to or should probably say, just don't. I get that she meant a lot to you, she meant the world to me too. But at least she knew who you were every time she saw you. And I get that Barnes means a lot to you. I am only here, going after him, because I knew you would go after him first, to help him, and I knew Sam would follow right in behind you because guess what, you are his best friend. You are all I have left of my actual family. I thought… I thought this was the last thing you would have ever let happen. If you had been half as panicked as Natasha or-or Sam, and the others were, you wouldn't have let Tony do anything or at least let him do it alone. You'd have asked him for some help, yeah, sure not exactly your perfect idea. But I guess I'm not as special as Bucky or Peggy. I'm still just that random kid Nick dropped on you five years ago. I get it. I've been an orphan from the beginning, and that is never going to change."

"Okay, whoa there," Sam interjected with shock. He couldn't help it anymore. "Baby girl, ease up. Please, you've both had a traumatized week, just… Just calm down. Try tappin' on the breaks for a second here-"

His head dropped, his eyes burning with unshed tears as he looked at his shield. For the first time, he regrated something other than Bucky. He really had lost her. "No, she's right Sam," Steve admitted sadly. Releasing a sad sigh, Steve stepped back a bit, letting his calf tap the edge of his seat behind him as he looked at Bianca and let all of the trauma she'd been settled with settle in him for just a moment longer. "I was in a panic, I was. When Ross said what he did about removing you, Bee, I really was, I had no words and I could hardly feel myself breathing. But I thought you'd held your own just fine against that guy," he laughed sadly, swallowing his tears before he broke. She did not need to see that, at least he didn't think she needed to see that. "He sure as heck deserved it. But you're fifteen, and you shouldn't have had to do that, yet I let you." Steve said, shaking his head, "Then Tony opened his mouth and I thought it was one less thing I could not worry about, for the time being, let him handle it for now then I could handle it after Peggy's funeral. After we'd settled down and gotten over things, and then this happened. The bombing and us being here. I thought we could at least have one break, just one freaking break from everything hitting us from every turn. I fought for everything, for everyone. Expect you this one time, and I lost you too. Bucky, Stephanie, Dugan, Peggy, you, what's next? My team?" Steven asked sadly, hoping that never happened. But in truth, that had happened the second he refused to sign the forms, and when Tony did. Sitting back in the seat with a slump and rubbing his hands over his face before looking back over to Bianca just watching him. He hadn't really broken down in front of her other than a few times. But as he looked at Bianca, Steve felt like a complete failure. "God can take everything away from me today, right now, take the shield, the serum out of me, the team can find someone else to fill my place, I'm just a guy. All I want is to have my daughter back where you're safe. With me, with your mother…" Sniffing back the heat in his eyes, the running of his nose he knew always came with tears, Steve looked up to the girl, and once again gave a sad laugh, "Those documents, Bee, there just paper. They can take those away, they can say your not mine or Natasha's, they can say you're not the Avengers girl like they used to claim you were. But you are. You always will be. Because right now, tomorrow, even when we're all dead and gone, you are always going to be my little girl. My niece, a piece of my sister that I never thought I'd ever have. But you're still mine. My blood. You're not an orphan by emotion. Just… The one time that I took a break, the one time I thought I could let someone else handle it, it all falls apart."

Sadly nodding her granduncle, the only father figure she had, the other men were more like big brothers, uncles. But she loved them all still. Hurt, yeah. Clearly. But she still loved them. Looking at Sam, Bianca nodded to the pilot's seat, "Wanna drive?" she asked him, her voice cracking.

"Nah, I think I want to hear what you two have to say here. Cause I'm actually in on this too, you know. You're my girl too, Bee. I mean, you're his daughter, but you're- you know what, I think I'll stop talking before I get myself into some trouble." He said clearing his throat as he looked back and forth between Bianca and Steve, the man just grinned at him. And now he felt a small blush coming on. 'Great,'

Nodding, Bianca looked back to her uncle, "I never said you couldn't take a breather, or a break, or a moment to cry. Hell, I actually want you both to retire, I'd like to keep you two for another eighty years. God only knows with Natasha signed the damn thing I'll likely lose her in the next ten years. But you're always so worried about other people that you haven't paused and looked at what is growing up right in front of you that you are missing just about everything. My first crush-"

"Bucky," Steve said with a smirk at how hot her face had gone and Sam's collective shocked expression of 'what!' he'd given as he looked between them both.

"Oh Hell no," Sam said looking at her from a side-ways glance, that big brother look of 'like hell' written all over his face.

She knew she was blushing like crazy. Shaking her head, Bianca took a deep breath trying not to blush at that accusation. "What? N-no, I didn't- I haven't- no, he wasn't my- whoa," taking a breath, Bianca cleared her throat for a few moments to clear away her embarrassment. "Okay, never saw that coming. No, uh, I never… I never had a crush on him, whoa, talk about a call out. But, no, it wasn't Bucky- why would you think I had a crush on him? I mean, if anyone you should have asked if it was Sam or-or Peter." She said. Bianca was floored really.

Jumping from his seat away from Steve, Sam held his hands out with worry that Steve might just deck him a good one, "Whoa, no, no, leave me out of that one," Sam told her, looking at Steve who was now laughing, "What happened to the serious conversation here?"

Chuckling at both of their reactions and responses, Steve shook his head a little. "I was suspicious for a moment, but you treat Sam like a brother, so I couldn't exactly think that after a while, don't worry Sam, you're completely in the safe zone, I swear," Steve told the shocked man. "Anyways, that's not the point here. But I do see where you're getting at Bee. But if we do this, they're never going to give you back to me. I need you to understand that. They will never give you back to me. But you'll always be my daughter, and you're still my grandniece, they can't take that away from either of us. We are still family. Ross wants us torn apart because he can control us that way. He is proving that even now with having your custody removed from us, from me, from Natasha. And it's hitting us back-to-back."

"I already knew they wouldn't give me back to you the moment I saw the news, I knew you'd go after Bucky… But there is something I know that none of you actually know…" She admitted sheepishly, watching their curious faces give her that 'well, go on,' type of look. "Uncle Steve, Bucky didn't do this,"

Their brows frowned as both men shared a look with her. "And how exactly do you know this?" Sam asked her.

Shrugging she moved back to her seat, "I…. Kind of can't tell you that." She said nervously.

Completely aghast at this girl, Sam's brain was going from one 360 to another. Wipe-lash from hell is what he'd call it. "What is with you and constantly defending this man?" Sam snapped just a little.

Sighing, Bianca turned her seat around to look at him, "I'd do the same thing for you, Sam. So until I know for a fact, with facts that I, or we, in this case, find, I am going to defend him, He saved my life, tortured for years by HYDRA. I know how that feels, for only a few hours or a few days, however long it was I know how it feels to have them trying to scramble away my mind, my identity, everything. I know what he suffered under just those hours, those days, from the moment I was shot to being unconscious, to waking up in the hospital. To see uncle Steve, to uncle Nick, to seeing you. I know how it feels to not know who or what you are anymore. And because I am choosing to not believe the media. Something is fishy about this and I want to know what the hell is going on." She said turning back to the steering, switching off the auto-pilot.

"You're fifteen Bianca," Sam tried reminding her.

Softly chuckling at the man's obviousness, Bianca sighed, "Tell me something I didn't already know,"

"Steve, are you seriously going to let her end this conversation like this? I mean, we got no real answers-"

"Yeah we did," Steve interrupted the man sadly. Removing his phone from his pocket, Steve typed out a message for him and sent Sam his information about what had just happened.

Reading the message, Sam sighed.

She's fifteen, emotional from Peggy's loss, traumatized by Ross taking her away from us, she is panicking and likely has no idea how to put it into words. And it doesn't help that I did let Tony handle this mess when I should have handled it.

Looking over to Steve, Sam shook his head, "Man, you need to talk to her about this,"

Sighing soft, Steve shook his head lightly. "I just did, Sam."

Sighing at hearing Sam behind her, Bianca shook her head a little. "Has it never occurred to a man that when a woman is upset that maybe all she wants at the end of the day is a big warm hug? I mean, not all of the time, and that's not every woman technically, just me really. And Nat. and Wanda… Pepper and Obviously Laura. That's how the Client gets out of trouble a lot of times. Big warm hugs… And other ways I guess, I mean, they are married."

"Okay, I think we get it," Steve said with a less than amused smile before clearing his throat.

Sam looked around at the sudden sound of something vibrating, "What the hell is that?"

He couldn't help it as he laughed at his friend. "I think it's someone's phone," he answered.

Rolling her eyes at them both, Bianca slipped an ear link over her ear and pressed the button to answer, "Hey MJ, what's up?" As the girl rattled off how crappy the day had been already, Bianca softly laughed, "Yeah, that sound like Peter, stumbling over Liz like always. You know, if you just told him you liked him- okay, okay, I get it, I'll shut up. But seriously- … No, I'm sorry, MJ. I'm going to be gone for a while." she told her friend sadly. She sighed deeply, letting out a long breath when MJ asked her what had happened. "That is a very long story. But, I will try to shorten it. Secretary Ross had me removed from my aunt and uncle, um, well, technically they're my adoptive parents, but either way, my mother was present at the U.N. bombing that happened, and now I'm helping my dad, or my uncle, however, we put that, the man is both so I'm always confused on how to introduce him. Anyways, now I am helping him and his friend find a friend of Steve's. It's a mess. Yeah, definitely… Okay, talk to you later M. Yes, I will be perfectly safe, I'm a tough cookie, I'll be fine." Bianca told her worrying friend with a soft laugh. "Alright, bye M." their ten-minute conversation hung up and now the silence filling the jet had her a little uncomfortable. She was thankful they were close to landing.

"Bee, you're staying here,"

"What! No, I'm not-" she stared at the magnetic cuffs Steve had suddenly linked around her wrist and the metal wall above her head, "What the hell is this!" she snapped.

"Sorry, Bee, but I can't have you getting into any trouble here," he told her as he and Sam left the ramp of the jet, "And your grounded," Steve told her over his shoulder.

"That was nicely done," Sam told the man with a smile. "And her outfit, man, did you see that?" he asked, suddenly thinking of a cartoon he'd seen years ago.

Confused about what Sam was talking about, Steve looked at him curiously, "What was wrong with her outfit? It's just a black shirt and olive-green cargo pants with boots." Steve told him.

Laughing at the fact that he had no idea what he was talking about, Sam pulled up the old cartoon from 2002, "Nothing wrong with her outfit Steve, it's just funny that your girl looks like a fifteen-year-old version of that cartoon." He told the man, then laughed a little bit harder when Steve chuckled and handed his phone back to him.

"Okay, you have proven your point. Natasha picked out the outfit with her because Bia isn't allowed to have an actual uniform just yet. Her training isn't finished and she's still a kid." Steve informed him as they made their way to look for Bucky. The file they had gave them a possible address.