Avengers x A!H!Reader - Steve 8

    Pain that was what she felt.  She tried to move again, use some of her abilities to get help or out of her restraints.. however.. it didn’t work.  And soon the room filled with a deep chuckle causing her to freeze in her movements.  “Well well.. looks like you’re awake.. daughter."

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‘Daughter?... Did he just say.. daughter?’  She thought to herself, her mind panicking as well as her eyes which roamed the room for the source of the voice.  It didn’t sound familiar at all, but then again she didn’t know if that was because of whatever drugs they gave her.

That’s when a figure of a tall man came into her view.  He had hair her color and eyes like a storm night.  His face was littered with thick stubble and his face showed age and all the years he’d lived, even if she didn’t know his age.  

He leaned over her and smirked slightly.  “Cat got your tongue?  I’m guessing you don’t know me then?”  He stated more than asked, leaning back up and crossing his arms before sitting down in a chair beside where she lay.

Shaking her head best she could, (y/n) gulped a bit before trying to speak finally.  To her amazement it worked.  “N-no.. sorry I don’t know you.. and I know my father.. you aren’t him..”  She spoke softly, afraid almost that he would do something to harm her for not answering him with a yes.

To her amazement yet again, the man just gave her a half smile and shook his head, leaning forward with a deep breath.  “Sorry baby girl, but that wasn’t your father.  Your mother was your mother though.”  He said it so bluntly like the world already knew that… she however, was still stumped.

“What?.. N-no my father is an alcoholic who abused me basically all my life.”  She tried to convince him.. but also herself.

Again he shook his head before leaning back in his chair again.  “Sorry, but no.  You see, your mother and I were together.  We didn’t know that we were going to have a baby.. to have you.”  He pointed to her before continuing.   “Things got in the way with my family.  You see, we are what some might call, wizzard/warlocks/witches, whatever the term is now a days.  But, it’s more blood then spells and such.”

She sat there listening.  She didn’t know what the hell she was hearing but it was strange that’s for sure.. but he wasn’t showing any signs of lying, not even his eyes that were looking at her the entire time.

“But anyways, my family didn’t like me having an intimate relationship with a human.  So I left your mother.  Little did either of us know that she was pregnant until nine months later she was married to another guy who was supposedly accepting of her having another man’s baby.”  He huffed, like he hated her father.. well.. fake father?

“When I found out, she said that I wasn’t the father because you had no signs of the powers and well, she was dead serious about claiming it was her husband’s child.  Though little did I know that she was doing so, to try and protect you from him.”  He glared past her almost as if ‘dad’ had been there and it could kill him.

Shaking his head and sighing, he continued his tale.  “Though as you turned ten, your mother was with you one day and you started showing signs of having abilities.  She begged me to do something to cover them up or hold them off until you could move away from her husband.  I didn’t like the thought but I did it for her, I still loved her after all.”  He finished, or so she thought.  “Needless to say, I also put a timer of sorts on what I did.  That way I would know when it wore off and I’d be able to find you.”  He smiled, but it was a bit of a dark smile, sending chills down her spine, but she refused to shiver in front of him.

As he was quiet a few moments, (y/n) took the opportunity to say something.  “So.. you’re my blood father.. and my mother married another because you left her to please your family even though you loved her?”  She asked carefully, not wanting to be hurt.

Her father, real father, gave her a look with a raised eyebrow before nodding.  “Yes, that’s right.”  He spoke and before she could say anything more, he stood up quickly.  “But enough about the past.  This is about the future my dear and you are the key!”  He smirked, walking around her to a cabinet she hadn’t noticed before.

“W-what do you mean?..”  She spoke with a shaky voice, not liking the smirk or way he was acting at the moment.  If he was her father, why did he have her restrained to a table in who knows where?

Turning around he held a thick needled syringe filled with a strange colored liquid.  “I mean, you are going to be the key to our uprising.  We need you to take out someone and then we can work on the real plan.”  He smiled sweetly, but it was a sickening sweet.

“W-what?.. No!  No please!”  She tired to move out of the restraints, but to no luck as her father held her down with an arm.

“Now now, this will make you see our ways better and follow them.”  He spoke almost in a calming voice as he stabbed the syringe into her heart, the liquid emptying into her systems making her fall still but conscious.  She could feel the chemicals in the mixture changing things in her, the way her mind functioned with certain things.  To say she was scared would have been an understatement.. more so when she heard her father’s last words before darkness greeted her.  “When you wake, we’ll make plans to dispose of Captain America.”  

----Time Skip (Steve’s pov)---

Steve paced back and forth in the conference room they were using at Stark tower to have their meeting with Fury.  Everyone else was talking about how to get (y/n) back and find out who took her and why.  It had been a week and Steve hadn’t slept much.  He was took worried and blamed himself constantly for her getting taken.

“So there hasn’t been any new news on who took her or where she is?”  Fury’s empowering voice echoed in the room as he leaned on one end of the long table.  His trenchcoat for once off to the side on the back of a chair, trying to give it a more.. relaxed look for Steve’s sake though he knew it wouldn’t help really.

Everyone shook their heads and looked to Steve a moment who sadly shook his as well.  Tony took the opportunity to speak up.  “If I may..”  He started, all eyes going to him, well.. everyone but Steve who was still trying to figure out a way so he only half paid attention.  “Maybe if we called the help of a certain group of individuals we could find her?”  He suggested.

Everyone looked at him a bit dumbfounded, even Steve who was looking at him mid stride, hand on the back of his neck.  “What are you talking about?”  He asked, taking the question right out of Fury’s mouth.

Tony just shrugged.  “Well, I mean, remember that one girl.. forgot her name but she was here, and we helped her and her kind with that giant rabid bear that turned out to be one of them.  Remember?”  He asked raising an eyebrow.  

The other thought a moment before there was a wave of ‘ahhhs’ and ‘oh yeah’s filling the room.  Fury sat down and crossed his legs.  “So you’re telling me, that we should contact someone to help find this girl?  And them?  I thought you didn’t like them Stark.”

He just shrugged.  “Never said that.”

Steve rolled his eyes and rest his hands on the table by the spot where he should have been sitting down.  “No, they wouldn’t be able to help.  We should though.. contact the prison her dad was in.  I know we haven’t done that yet but trust me.. he really hates her.  Him hiring professionals to get her.. isn’t that far fetched with that moron.”  He said, still bitterness towards the man leaking into his tone.

Fury raised an eyebrow before hearing Natasha speak up.  “It’s true.  I mean, I know we all know the stories about what happened and what he did.. but Steve was there when she went home.  He saw him in the middle of a hate session with her… so if he thinks it’s a good idea, I say why not?  I mean, if it doesn’t work out it’s not like it will set us back at all.”  She shrugged, though worry for her friend was great.

Fury just sighed and nodded.  “Okay then.  Looks like we are going to prison boys.  Suit up, we’re heading out in twenty.”  He said before standing up and shrugging on his trench coat.  “Meeting dismissed.”  He spoke while walking out the door, grabbing Steve on his way out.

Pulling him aside, Fury looked at him sternly.  Steve just looked around a bit wanting to go get ready before finally resting his gaze on Fury.  “Look.. I know Steve that you care about her a lot more than I may advise, but you need to realize, her abilities right now could be getting used to endanger tens if not hundreds or thousands of people.  We’re going to have to go through protocol 019942 when we get her back.  I know you hate it but it’s got to be done.  You knew this.”  Fury spoke not leaving any room for retaliation or argument.

“I know.. I just don’t understand how she can be so out there now.  And in danger.  I almost wish I hadn’t of told any of you about her, maybe then she wouldn’t have been taken and she could be safe here with me.”  He said, the last part slipping out a bit without his knowledge or permission.

Raising an eyebrow, Fury sighed and patted Steve’s shoulder.  “We would have found out anyways, at least now you can try to find her and then.. say your goodbyes.”  He said a bit sadly before walking off.

Steve just stood there.  Something moving in the corner of his eye, though the hall was empty.  With a heavy sigh, he ran a hand through his blonde locks.  “I miss you (y/n).. please, come back..”