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Family Line

Fandom: Marvel (MCU)

Type: sequel

Prompt/Summary: Part two of the fic based on Saint Bernard by Lincoln. This one was inspired by Family Line by Conan Gray.

Pairing(s): Tony Stark x Steve Rogers, Stony x daughter!reader

Requested? Not even a little bit

PART ONE

The drive from the compound was silent. You’d left your Stark phone in your bedroom in exchange for the one you’d made yourself. But this one didn't have the playlist and songs you’d spent hours putting together and no the silence was deafening.

Racing down the empty upstate roads towards Manhattan was easy until a single raindrop on your windshield turned into an all-out storm.

You had no idea where you would end up but you knew at that moment that anywhere would be better than where you were now.

——

When you drove away, Red walked through the halls for several minutes before he found anyone. Once he found Tony, he almost walked in until he heard the yelling. It scared him enough to make him turn around and walk to your room instead. He nosed his way in and let the door shut softly behind him.

He placed the package you had given him onto his bed right at the foot of your own and laid on top of it. It stayed there for almost two weeks.

That was when your dads had gotten back from Germany, tearing through the compound with fervor once they realized neither of them had seen you since the day before your departure.

——

Two Days Ago: Germany

“End of the line Rogers! Stand down, hand Barnes over, and let's go home!” Tony shouted to his husband, glaring at him.

“You know I can’t do that! He’s family!” Steve yelled back and Tony visibly flinched at his words. Tears stung at his eyes and a single one slipped before he let his faceplate shut.

“So was I,” Tony said and the two teams began to run at each other.

Tony and Steve went head to head, attacking with broken hearts and shattered dreams.

“Why are you doing this?!” Tony asked.

“It’s the only way,” Steve responded, taking a swing with his shield that Tony narrowly dodged.

Tony moved back and let a blast hit Cap’s shield, “It’s not and you know it. You always swing first! There are other ways.”

“Not this time,” Steve spoke and dodged as Tony threw a punch, catching his wrist and looking him in the eye as he held it between them.

Tony let his helmet retract into his suit to look into the blue eyes that he still loved so deeply. The two of them were frozen, just staring at one another nearly forgetting about all of the fighting happening around them.

Tony spoke first, “If you’re going to leave me, at least let me say goodbye to my daughter.”

Another tear slipped down Tony’s cheek and it took everything in Steve not to drop his shield and wipe it away. When Tony’s words finally registered, Steve’s face became riddled with confusion.

“What?” Steve asked, brows furrowing together. “Y/N isn’t with me. I didn’t even tell her I was leaving,” he told the other man.

“Bullshit. I haven’t seen her since you packed up and ran away with your boy toy,” Tony argued, trying to hide how the hurt tore him in two.

This time, Steve did drop his shield along with Tony’s wrist. He moved both of his hands onto the cool metal of his shoulders and Tony averted his gaze.

“Tony. Look at me,” Steve pleaded.

Tony reluctantly looked back at the older man, there was both sincerity and fear in his eyes.

“Oh god, she’s really not with you,” Tony said softly and his heart plummeted as his blood ran cold. He suddenly remembered the last time he saw you, looking solemn as the two of you had pizza for dinner in silence. He knew something was wrong but he couldn’t risk fighting with both you and Steve at the time.

Tony put his helmet back on and spoke quickly, “Friday, what’s Y/N’s current location?”

A map of the globe popped up in front of him and Friday scanned it quickly then beeped twice, “No location found for Y/N Stark-Rogers.”

Tony’s breathing began to quicken as his panic began to take over. Steve knew the signs and found the emergency release near his left ear. It scanned his fingerprint and the helmet retracted again.

“Friday can’t find her,” he said, almost breathless.

Tony tried to push Steve away as his knees gave way under him. The super soldier wouldn’t let him, taking a knee with his husband as he pushed Tony’s forehead against his own, placing one hand on the back of his neck and the other on his shoulder.

Steve began to count softly and it wasn’t until the fifth round of tens that Tony was grounded enough to breathe again. He pushed Steve’s hands off of him and stood.

“Thank you,” Tony said quietly and Steve only nodded before joining him on his feet.

It was then that they both realized that the fighting around them had stopped. Though there was a distinct line between the two groups, it was clear that they were all concerned for the two men.

Tony stepped forward first.

“We’re going back. Rhodey, Romanoff, Vision, Kid get the jet,” Tony was right in front of them now. None of them moved as he stood in front of T’Challa.

Tony tried his best not to break down as he spoke. “King T’Challa, I know you’re here because you want to bring Barnes into custody but I’m afraid I can’t help you anymore. My daughter has gone missing.”

The tension in the air became fearful as he spoke. T’Challa let his helmet retract into his suit and placed his hands on Tony’s shoulders.

“I understand. But this will not be the end,” He let his hands drop and turned to look at Cap’s team, where Steve was now beside Bucky. “I won’t stop until he’s in Wakanda’s custody.” He looked back to Tony once more before continuing, “For now, I will help you find your daughter.”

Tony looked at him with grateful eyes, “Thank you.”

Steve took a hesitant step forward, “Tony—“

“Stop. I’m going back to the compound to find Y/N. You have your hands full with your fugitive,” Tony’s voice was cold as he spoke. He didn’t spare Steve a glance as the auto-piloted quintet touched down in front of them and Tony’s team entered before flying off.

Before the jet was even out of their sight, Steve fell to his knees and cried, having no idea Tony was doing the same just a few thousand feet over his head.

——

When Tony and his team arrived at the compound without Wakanda’s King, Steve and his were already there. Tony had made sure they didn’t have access and was glad to see it worked.

The man made no more to acknowledge them, just past by with his team in silence as he rushed into the compound's living area.

“Y/N!” Tony yelled but was only greeted with silence. He glanced at the others, “Split up, see if you can find anything. I’ll check her room,” they all nodded and headed in different directions.

Tony sprinted to your room, ignoring Steve’s presence as he followed him in. They were met with a very sad-looking Red on your bed, barely perking up at the sight of the two men. Tony knelt and opened his arms.

“Hey buddy,” the dog hopped off the bed without much grandeur and sat directly in front of Tony, head on his shoulder as his tail wagged weakly and he cried softly. Tony looked around the room and saw that his automatic feeding bowl was full and some of your things were gone.

“Oh Red, buddy. Where’s Y/N? Is she home?” Tony questioned.

Red barked and stood up, walking to his bed and picking up the package you have him so long ago. He brought it to Tony and the man took it, giving the dog a pat on the head and standing up.

He flipped it over and saw in your handwriting, ‘To Dad and Pops’ and it filled him with relief. This at least you left on your own accord and weren’t taken.

Tony opened the package with shaking hands, still hyperaware of the super soldier at his side. It was your hero mask, there was a blinking red light indicating an awaiting message.

Tony pressed it and they watched with desolate hearts as you told them you were leaving.

___

It had been three weeks since you left. You didn’t bring anything with you that could be tracked and had even swapped cars miles from where you ended up.

So when a knock came at your door of your apartment on the outskirts of Ontario, you armed yourself with the kitchen knife you were using to chop onions.

My father never talked a lot.

He just took a walk around the block.

You approached your door with all the silence of an assassin trained by Natasha Romanoff herself. When you were almost at the door a voice rang through it.

“Y/N? I know you’re in there,” they spoke and knocked once more before speaking again, “Open up, please.”

The tinge of pain in the words was breaking you as your grip loosened on the knife, almost dropping it. Your weight shifted a bit and one of the floorboards creaked under you.

You flinched at the sound.

“Y/N,” a different voice this time, “Honey, please.”

You could hear the tears like they had been at this for years and not weeks.

My mother never cried a lot.

She took the punches but she never fought.

Finally, you let yourself reach the door, swapping the knife to your left hand as you pressed your right against it, holding your weight. When you caught sight of the two men bruised and drained on the other side, it took everything in you not to open it and leap into their arms.

But you held back. They couldn’t just show up after probably not even noticing your absence. So, you donned an accent and spoke in French.

I say, ‘They’re just the ones who gave me life.’

But I truly am my parent’s child.

“Pas de Y/N ici, tu t'es trompé d'appartement,” you spoke and you heard a deep sigh on the other side. (No Y/N here, you have the wrong apartment.)

“Êtes-vous sûr? Il y a un chien ici avec son nom sur l'étiquette,” Tony spoke in perfect French. It only made you want to cry again.

(Are you sure? There's a dog here with her name on the tag.)

You clamped a hand over your mouth to hold back a sob that threatened to spill over. You cleared your throat before you spoke again, “Je suis sûr. J'espère que vous trouverez qui vous cherchez,” you turned your back on the door and moved to sit on the couch, placing the knife on the coffee table.

(I'm sure. Hope you find who you're looking for.)

“What now?” You heard Steve ask, quietly as you stared intently at the door. You heard Red give an enthusiastic bark and a tear slipped down your cheek.

“Now we be parents,” Tony replied and you heard a series of mechanical clicks.

Then silence.

Scattered ‘cross my family line.

I’m so good at telling lies.

And finally, a quiet ‘boom’ as your door handle was blown off in one clean circle.

You stared at the door as it began to creak open. Before either of your fathers could push it, Red came barreling through and straight onto you. You held him tightly and buried your face into his fur as he wiggled energetically in your arms.

“Hi Red,” you whispered into his warmth as you heard a pair of footsteps walk inside and attempt to shut the door.

You didn’t want to look at them but you couldn’t ignore them as they spoke.

“I could have just pushed it open, Tony,” your Pops spoke as they made their way further in.

“I took care of it, Rogers,” he replied, a chill to his words as they both sat on the opposite ends of the couch across from you.

That came from my mother’s side.

Told a million to survive.

They sat in silence as Red began to calm down and you were forced to look at them when he decided to lay on your lap.

You look to your Dad first, there was a healing bruise on his eye and his entire form was tense. Your Pop was about the same, sans bruise but looking uncharacteristically disheveled.

You decided to speak first.

“How did you find me?” You asked, genuinely curious.

Your Dad clearly wanted to roll his eyes, “I’ve got 10 satellites in orbit, I could find a needle in a haystack.”

“Tony,” you Pops said as if warning him that he was becoming too harsh.

Tony sighed, “Why’d you leave?”

You actually did roll your eyes, “Maybe because my parents are getting a divorce and our house was turning into a civil war,” you could feel yourself getting worked up as you spoke, your powers beginning to bubble up to the surface.

You took a deep breath and regrouped.

“Why didn’t you take Red?” Your Pops asked.

I can’t forget, I can’t forgive you.

‘Cause now I’m scared that everyone I love will leave me.

You looked down at the lovable pile of fur on your lap and gently stroked his head, “He’s too easy to track. I needed to be on my own for a while.”

“Why didn’t you just talk to us?” Tony’s voice was edging on desperation, he had moved up on the couch, now almost on the edge of his seat as he rested his elbows on his knees.

“How could I?!” You spoke loudly as tears stung your eyes and your body began to shake as you tried desperately to hold yourself back.

“When I tried to ask you,” you pointed at your Dad and the sudden made Red jump off of the couch in favor of sitting at your feet, “you’d just play it off like I was some little kid. And you,” you dropped your hand and looked sadly at your Pop, “you were ready to leave us the second you found out Bucky was alive.”

This time you couldn’t help it as the tears fell. You gave yourself a second of sadness before pushing yourself up and standing, wiping at your eyes. They stood with you.

“You’re still young Y/N/N. I didn’t want you involved in any of this,” Tony said, as his own tears shone in his eyes.

You gave a dry laugh, “Please, I’ve been involved since the day I was born. I was a kid I wasn’t clueless!”

Both of your fathers flinched at that.

“All that I did I tried to undo it by pushing you both aside to help Bucky, and that wasn’t fair,” Steve began.

“Please, we did what we had to do to protect you,” He continued looking just as desperate as you felt.

“Protect me from the two of you!? Do you know how insane that sounds!? All of my pain and all your excuses we’ve been hearing since the day he showed up aren’t going anywhere! You thought he was dead for decades!” You were yelling now but you didn’t care, they needed to hear it all. You could feel yourself begin to heat up from within as you fought your power down.

They were both inching closer to you now, less than an arm's length away on either side of you when they rounded the coffee table.

“We did it because we had to. Because we love you!” Tony tried but you didn’t want to hear it.

“Someone who loves me wouldn’t do this!” You cried, falling to your knees as your power came out in a shimmering wave, pushing your parents flat on their backs, making every lightbulb in the vicinity pop and shatter.

You were nothing but tired now, as you wept. Red, who had crawled beneath the couch had inched out at the sound go your cries. You hugged him against your chest as your parents sat up with a groan.

They both came toward you and wrapped their arms around you. You only cried harder as they whispered apologies and let their own tears fall silently.

Everything was far from perfect, but it would be better.

I can run but I can’t hide.

From my family line.

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