#kingping daughter

[mirkysconcubinefiction]

Just No

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{Part 1 HeRe ° Part 2 HeRe ° Part 3 HeRe}

Pairing: Steve x Female Reader (Y/N = ****) past Steve x Sharon

Summary: You're the bastard child of Kingpin. You're the girlfriend of Captain America. The classic tale of girl overhears they were an 'assignment' and the boy admits that yes, he had a girlfriend but he loves you now. Shit hits the fan - will girl forgive boy? Will boy let girl go one he finds out she's hiding something? Will girl throw it all away for love? Would the boy?

Warning: Angst x Fluff x Happy Ending x asshole Steve x Suicidal Thoughts x 🔫 x mentions of Abortion x Mental Health x Dark Themes

The gun sat heavy in your hand.

It was what you had to protect yourself and a burner phone.

No money.

No ID.

The pawn shop was quiet and you were hiding in the back with an off brand can of coke and stale chips. The women who helped you escape had left and you wished them well while one had told you "Congratulations." As if your situation warranted such a thing.

It didn't.

You were pregnant and the baby's father was a no good piece of shit, you truly believe there were no good men out there, and if there was they were gay.

It was better to give up men and be a full time lesbian or something... the gun thunks as you drop it on the table and lean back in your seat. You needed to think of a way out of here.

You could call for someone... use up saved bitcoins... but that was expensive. Starting over required money, alot of money.

A knock on the door interrupts your train of thought, "You can't stay here for long." The shop owner was an older gentleman and you agreed.

"I know."

"I was told to give you this." And he plops a bookbag down that had been in his hand, you hadn't paid it no mind.

He leaves and your curiosity wins you over. "Well... shit..." it was money. Money and a change of clothes with a dollar tree wig, baseball hat, and glasses.

It wasn't just a stack of 20's but thick rubber band piles of cash that you felt confident would take you to where you had to go and as you rummaged through the front pocket you found a brand new passport with a bus ticket to Toronto Canada.

It made you sit heavy in the chair and you blamed hormones when your eyes got misty. God how did shit get so fucked you were stuck going to Canada? The ticket was for the next day and you needed at least two... maybe three... you weren't sure, to recover.

Dam your anemia... this would have been easier if you could gave taken a few pills to abort versus the chair.

The burner phone had 500 minutes and you used several to hail a cab. The sooner you got what you needed done the better.

.

Night had fallen on the bustling state that was New York. Little words were spoken as Steve, a storm cloud of aggression, paced. He had been wrong - you weren't where you and the doctor had made plans. The veterinarian clinic of all places had been empty save for cages of sleeping cats, the Diner uptown with it's questionable basement of questionable medical equipment had been empty as well. The doctors home only housed his pregnant wife who threw a frying pan at Steve and cussed him out in her native language.

It was frustrating.

It was maddening.

Steve wouldn't tell them why he was desperate to find you, they didn't need to know, except for Tony. Tony had sighed and while he was very upset over his burned down medical ward he helped Steve find you. Tracking the phone of the doctor to a a broken part of New York that was right off the water and what smelled like the city dump.

A van had been the only sign of life and Steve... well Steve was cursing. Muttering under his breadth and crushing rocks in his hands at the mere thought you were stupid enough to not only get that thing done but here.

Here!

Rust and rubble, charred remains of a warehouse, drug den, it could have been a whore house for all he cared - it was dilapidated and unsanitary.

You were willing to kill yourself with a basement abortion, catch an infection, die of sepsis, all because you were carrying his child.

His.

That baby was his.

Put there by him.

It was his seed that connected with your egg and created life.

No matter how much he fucked up, you shouldn't take it out on his unborn baby, put there when there was nothing but love in his heart. He didn't want kids... less it was with you.

Steve had never felt more like a failure of being a man than he did when it all came together in his head and his actions caused you to do something so permanent, something atrocious, it made his heart ache and the urge to curl in a corner and cry was strong.

"It's clear." Someone says, they had brought in infrared devices and drones to enter first. Everyone presumed you were hold up to get away from Kingpin, they didn't want to be caught unaware if the bastard had found you, and Steve didn't correct them but he did jump into action.

His boots were heavy on the gravel, gun in hand, his shield left behind, and his com was disconnected. The layout of the warehouse was simple but Steve didn't need instructions when he could follow his nose.

The scent of your cheap Bodega spritz lingered in the air and he was grateful you had made a mistake in buying it - further proving you needed him.

You needed him.

You need him.

.

Grateful for cash you could have cried when you were forced to jump from one location to another. Several different cabs to several different places because the doctor doing your procedure was paranoid. You couldn't fault him, you weren't concerned about your ex father but the man you occasionally called daddy.

Steve Roger's had a kink list a mile wide and you would take your gold sticker of excellence for bringing it out of the stuffy asshole.

You missed him.

You were hurting and you wanted him to hug you but he was the cause of your problems. His lies and infidelity brought you here - a dilapidated warehouse on the shore of the New York sound where low tide was stink tide and you were fucking petrified of dying from a botched job but who would think to find you out by the Atlantic for an abortion?

God... you were getting an abortion.

It sure as hell felt like you were living the prohibition horror story with an illegal procedure... you had a bottle of CIROC in your bookbag, waiting for you to chug it after this was all said and done.

"Ready?" The good ole doctor - husband to a friend you knew quite well said where he had set up a portable gynecologist exam table. It was pink. A pink foldable thing with stirrups... you definitely needed a bigger bottle of liquor to deal with your decision to kill a bundle of cells.

"No." But you hopped on the chair, your bare lower half flashing the empty space.

The doctor wasn't the quiet type and you weren't sure if you should be grateful as the man chattered away... he was going to be a father... of course this wasn't weird... the man had performed countless abortions over the years, you having recommended many woman to him... you flinch when the speculum is inserted and the stretch is uncomfortable.

The man had the grace to warn you as he rambled while a soapy gauze cleans your vagina and you squeeze your eyes shut when his fingers puts a goop around your girly bits to numb it.

Oh god.

You wipe your tears away and pray hoping your mother wouldn't be too disappointed and she would be there when your baby greets her... was it a boy or a girl?

No.

You wouldn't think about it.

Sniffling, you wished you had that bottle to sip from, "Doc can you pass me the Vodka?" Your eyes open and look between your legs because the man had pulled away to do something but instead of seeing an almost balding gentleman you see an empty space and fucking Steve Roger's strangling the doctor.

It makes you jump, swear, and scramble to get off the dam table or at least you try with something shoved up your cooch... your hands shake as you try to dislodge it but it fucking hurts, "Steve! Captain!" You corrected yourself, "What the fuck - let him - go!" A small folding table toppled as you reached for your jacket that you used to try and cover your spread open lady bits.

"You waxed?" Of course Steve says it with a frowny face as his arm extends so the man had a harder time kicking him.

Of course the fucker would notice that. "STEVEN GRANT MOTHER-FUCKING-ROGERS!" you seethe as you shift on the table trying to relieve the pressure of that stupid speculum still stuck inside you. "Let him go or so help me I will shoot you in the fucking head!"

"How could you..." Steve has a speech prepared, he expected it but seeing a man hunched between your legs and things opening you wide, he forgot about his plans and acted.

"Shut up, shut up, shut the fuck up!" Your voice echoes and you don't care. "I need him to finish!"

"What you need is a god dam shrink!"

"And you need to be castrated with a dull rusted butter knife!"

Bucky really - really - wasn't paid to deal with this. Shooing SHIELD soldiers away he took a moment to self reflect his life choices since escaping HYDRA. He should have stayed tending to his goats... God they were less trouble than Steve.

Walking into the dirty space he came close to turning on his heels and walking away... seeing his best friends ex girlfriend half naked, feet in stirrups, screaming obscenities, and Steve dangling a doctor by the throat, wasn't what he expected to walk into.

He didn't get it.

What was happening?

"Enough!" His voice carried and you were left red in the face at the sight of him standing there in tactical gear. "Steve, you're killing him."

"Good! He deserves it!"

"You deserve..." but you didn't get to finish it because Bucky was storming over, his feet stomping on the ground, and you watched as the soldier gripped Steve's wrist and squeezed. Words escaped you because it was the vibranium hand that could do a serious amount of damage, thankfully Steve let the doctor go and you settled back in your seat, hands on your face, willing for this all to be a sick dream.

The guy coughed and sputtered, he tried to sit up but flopped back down. "The entire building is surrounded are you really going to leave **** laying there for everyone to see? **** clearly needs a fucking doctor and you're..."

"She's trying to kill my baby Buck." Steve interrupts.

Bucky goes still, his eyes widening.

"It's not your baby you dramatic cock sucking whore!" You shouted, a last ditch effort to fix the mess.

"That's my kid you're trying to murder!" Steve tries to move forward but Bucky's vibranium hand smacks him right on his chest.

"Don't act like you fucking care all of a sudden." You're tired and that thing inside was pinching. "It's my uterus, you don't get a say with what I do with my eggs."

"That's my sperm! A part of me is in there creating life. You can't snuff that out because you're mad at me!"

Bucky eye's his friend, it's not a nice look.

"Mad?" You sit up, "You think I'm mad? Oh no sweetheart I'm fucking livid. I'm enraged. I'm fucking shattered! I would never put life on this shitty planet knowing that sperm belonged to someone like you!"

There was more you wanted to say, you were gearing up for it, you didn't expect for Bucky to rear back and punch Steve square in the face, knocking the taller man down. "Stay down!" He barked, his voice echoing. "And you." He moved quick, picking up the doctor right off the floor and taking the man to you. Plopping him right in a chair and with one hand on the shaking man's shoulder leaned in - "Fix her."

"No!" Steve scrambled to his feet but Bucky was there, grabbing his wide eyed friend and tossing him into a wall that crumbled.

"****," he takes a deep breadth before looking over at you - looking surprised over what happened - and he points a finger at you before dropping his hand, "This isn't the place to do what you're thinking of." His tone changed to one of concern, "I'm taking you back to SHIELD..."

"No!"

"Yes! The city is on lockdown with both SHIELD and your father's goons. Where did you think you were going? That shit takes a toll on the body."

"Bus." It was as far as you were admitting.

"They're grounded. Planes are delayed, your face is on the news, there's a bounty on your head, they want you dead and your head brought to him. No arguing, once the doctor fixes that," he gestures to the jacket that hides your lady bits and the contraption spreading you wide. "You're staying with me."

"I'm not keeping it." You're adament no matter how much it hurts.

"Your choice doll but you're better than a basement abortion, this isn't the 30s." Bucky turns his back, "Get to it doc. I'll take care of Captain America."

You'd like to say it ends there.

Bucky turning his back, you and the doctor running off, fighting past SHIELD, crossing a boarder and you starting over...

When you're finally able to close your legs and stand Bucky is there with your pants and his gaze watching you. Not in a weird way but like he knows you'd do a runner which you would. He waits until your pants are slid on before he's there to pick you up like you were some damsel in distress, "Stay still." And you do.

You should fight him off, after everything you did to get here, you allow him to carry you away while a scowling ex boyfriend trails behind you with a bruised face. "I'm tired." You admit and stay in his hold.

"I know. You're staying with me, not Steve." There's a helicopter outside and no one dares to take you from him - even a scowling Fury who arrived on scene and demanded for you to be handed over.

.

Plans changed and staying with SHIELD or the Tower wasn't an option. You didn't look too deep into it.

Staying with Bucky involved living in a box. The man lived like a bachelor frat boy with 600 square feet of questionable space. It reminded you of your first apartment and his mattress was on the floor tucked in a corner away from a door that had a slip cover and one pillow with a folded blanket.

A two seater couch.

A television.

One closet.

And a tiny bathroom with a leaky faucet.

"You can take the bed." He says as he plops on the couch and sighs, relaxing into the cushions. "Grab me a beer." The television switches on and it's a commercial.

"Jesus Christ Bucky we're not staying here."

"I said you're staying with me, don't be such a princess."

"My place has better security." You had tried to convince the man to make a detour after being dropped off by SHIELD.

"Your place is the Marriott. A hotel isn't better."

"The building beside the Marriott." You resisted the urge to stomp your foot.

"If it was so good why didn't you hucker down there?"

"My intent wasn't to stay in the city but since you're holding me hostage..."

"You have no friends ****. They would sell you out." With a sigh Bucky gets up to get his own beer, "After what happened at the warehouse would anyone hide you away with both your father and SHIELD after you?" There was a shelf dedicated to beer and another to liqour, he pulls out two bottles, opening both with a flick of his vibranium thumb, and handing you one. "Your persona non grata."

It cuts deep.

To know that all your connections, those tethers of friendship was so easily snipped. After all you've done... helped... you chin tilts up, you won't let him see you hurt. It was bad enough he saw you at your most vulnerable. "My place is more secure than newspaper on the fucking windows."

"Doll," he takes a swig, "You're safe here. With me. I'm the Winter Soldier."

"And I'm **** Fisk."

"No you're ****." He speaks your mother's maiden name and that's another ping against your bandaged armor. "Kingpin never signed your birth certificate."

"You're right," you step closer, heart beating heavily in your chest. "My name is ****, my mother was ****. I built myself from the ground up and if you think a bounty on my head could ruin everything you're not thinking with the right head."

"Your safe houses are gone."

Your lip quirks up.

"Your friends and associates abandoned you."

"Don't be so melodramatic James." The beer is heavy in your hand and you lift it to your lips, "I learned long ago to never show all my hands." You took a healthy swig with Bucky's gaze leveled with yours, "And a few days ago to never trust anyone. Ever."

"There's no where to go. SHIELD took everything and your father has taken down a few of your associates too, you have nothing and no one right now but me and the team."

The beer was cool and refreshing. It soothed the hunger in you stomach and you pushed away the welling of guilt - the pregnancy wasn't viable, you weren't keeping it, you could have a beer. "I remember once where I truly believed that." You admit, "I had no one, no home, no name. I don't need you or the team."

"Better me or SHIELD."

"Better dead." Bucky makes to respond but he presses his lips tightly together and shakes his head. He turns away from you and you know that you wouldn't make it passed the door if you tried to run, "Dammit James listen to me!"

"I don't listen to crazy." And he plops in his chair.

"You're not fucking immortal or omnipotent."

"Sit down and take a nap." He changes the channel on the screen and you want to fling the beer bottle at his head.

"You know what, no. No!" You March to stand in front of him and you ignore his eye roll. "Why are you acting like you hopped on your fucking cycle? Do you need chocolate? Aspirin? I can buy you a fucking tampon and a clue but we can't stay here."

"Excuse me?" He looks at you dumbfounded.

"You're excused. Blame it on your hormones or the full moon but you're not allowed to dismiss me or my concerns like I wasn't part of the team!"

"Jesus christ ****..."

"Shut up! Quiet! Shhh." The man scowls when you shush him, "Sit there and fucking listen for once or is that too complicated once you sit down?"

"Are you done with your tantrum? I'm missing my show."

You pull yourself up from your hunched angry stance to stand tall, fingers tighten around the neck of the bottle, the urge to fling it at the television was strong, "You can be content to sit here and die James..."

He tosses his head back, "I should have left you with Natasha."

"Natasha is a smart woman she would listen to me." You toss the bottle at him and he catches it, the empty glass clicks against the prosthetic. "Pretend I'm not the ex of your best friend. Forget knowing me as Tony's underwing, I was never part of the team, we just met. Think of me not as a damsel in need of saving but someone who knows what the fuck they're saying. You think you know..."

You held up a hand to keep the man from interrupting.

"No one knows my father better than me. Not his wife, my brother, no one knows just how fucked up he is in the head and the connections he has." Again Bucky tries to interrupt, "No! I didn't survive this long just to have everything taken from me by some upstart burglar and stupid attorney! SHIELD can take my safe houses, they can raid my property, battle over my assets, but you sure as fuck can't tell me that there isn't a snitch in your SWAT, you can't sit pretty and not know that your illegal apartment wouldn't last a minute under a swarm of locust that belong to that miserable asshole!

I could have gotten out but nooo. Of course Steve Roger's has to involve himself and fuck everything up and if you would just fucking listen to me, god Bucky I know people who could kill you, those people work for him and are probably on their fucking way."

"****..."

"No! It's not **** talking but Safari. The bitch who took care of the bastards online operation, the fucking queen pin of the Silk Road. Don't you dare think for one fucking second I have no fucking options, don't you dare sit pretty and think I'm just a cute face with a nice ass, now we have no choice but to do this the hard way. We're going to call my cab driver, then we're driving to my building, then we're hunkering down until I can hire someone to get me out of this country!"

"****..."

"I swear to god if you tell me to calm down or fucking breathe I will jab that bottle so far up your ass you'll whistle the national fucking anthem!"

Bucky held up both hands, "SHIELD has security camped outside."

"One of them is a snake." You point out.

He had the audacity to roll his eyes, "Not everything is..."

"Not everyone is a loyal dog to SHIELD."

"Fine, fine," Bucky gets up and pushes passed you, "Fine! I'll prove to you that you're being dramatic." He brings a firearm with him, door half opened he glares at you, "Run and I will turn you over my knee ****."

"Promise?"

The door slams behind him and you hear the lock turn and you're tempted to just make a run for it for kicks but you're utterly exhausted... and hungry.

The refrigerator is lacking anything beyond liqour and a mustard bottle. The freezer was packed with TV dinners. It was better than nothing, except he didn't have a microwave.

Great.

Just... great.

BOOM

You crouch and cover your head when Bucky flys through the door, there's a rush of gunfire and you swear as you try and flatten yourself on the ground.

There's grunts, shouts, more gunfire, the sound of someone choking, then quiet... dust floats in the air and there's a scream in the distance. The world isn't so quiet as the apartment building comes to life with chaos.

Your picked up by your jacket and it's Bucky. The man looks you over with worry in his face, "Are you okay?"

"I told you." You couldn't resist pointing it out and that concern melted to frustration.

"Not now." He takes you by the arm and you're dragged from the apartment, over bodies, over pooling blood and debri. "We're going to SHIELD."

"No!"

His shoulder hits the door to the stairwell and it pushes open, he doesn't notice the red but you do, so you shove the heavy man back and it happens fast - the door revealing a familiar woman, the red of her costume a signature, her dark eyes were on you as she shoved aside Bucky, dismissing the man on the ground - running was instinct.

You ignore your name being called and you took a chance when a nosy neighbor had peeked out - they were wide eyed with fright and they screamed when you shoved into them - they had given you a way to escape. You didn't have time to apologize for knocking into them, too busy not to get hit by throwing stars.

Fucking crazy assassins.

At least this one was human and you managed to shut the door with shaky hands and turn the lock on the door.

A dagger pierced the door.

Ignoring the scrambling man on the ground and the banging on the door - no doubt a foot or shoulder - you looked around and in the kitchen there was an old phone on the wall... it was disconnected, a useless wall decoration. "Phone?" You hurry over to where the man was attempting to hide in the coat closet that was packed with stuff that now littered the floor. Grabbing him by his sleeve you yanked, he fell at your feet and huddled, crying and begging.

You didn't have time for this.

Squatting, your fingers curled around his throat, nails digging into the wrinkled flesh, but it shut the man up. "Phone or I will use you as a shield." Your fingers squeeze, his watery eyes widening and his face straining... you let him go.

The commotion outside the door reached a destructive level. You could hear Bucky's muffled voice and then a scream.

"Ch...chair..." the man gasped.

Chair?

Standing you took note he was pointing in the direction of the living area where it was heavily furnished with nick nacks, furniture, and stuff lining walls. On a TV dinner tray was a cell phone, thankfully unlocked. Quickly you dialed a number... again... again... again... each time ringing and disconnecting... again... and it connects but you don't expect pleasantries - "Double the escort fees I need a driver from address asap. Heavy artillery leaves you with a juicy tip."

"Who's this?"

"Aye papi you forgot all about me?" You mock sigh, "Canadian power grid."

"Safari... they looking for you girl."

No shit, "Five minutes?"

"Double the amount on your head and in three."

"Done. Three minutes." You don't bother to disconnect when the phone is plucked out of your hand and crushed by Bucky's who's glaring, a deep furrowed brow that made him look intimidating. "You're alive, mazel tov!"

"No thanks to you."

"I'm human, you're the Goliath, you got the jump on her though right?" You smile and he scowls. "Is she dead?"

"No."

"Good - she makes great conversation."

"****!" And you jump because this time he looks angry. Not annoyed but angry. He stalks closer and you back into the love seat. "What games are you playing Safari?" Straightening yourself because you feared no one he interrupts, "Who was that woman?"

"Elektra, she belongs to daddy dearest."

His lips press tightly. "She called you sister."

"Do we look like blood James?"

"And your brother?"

"You can't listen to that bitch James, she mind fucks for shits and giggles."

He leans in and you really hate how it made a tingle of unease crawl up your spine, "We thought you had connections inside Stark's company but it was your brother who bailed you out. He's the one who gave you that money..."

"And?" It worried you that if Elektra knew then your father knew, God you hoped your brother was alright.

"What fucking games are you playing? If SHIELD gets so much of a whiff that you're working with him... Intel showed you were on the right path, do you know how hard we had to work to keep you from getting locked up?"

"You mean the intel from my phone being hacked and that tracker chip your best fucking friend had inserted along with my IUD?" Your head tilts to the side, "Thought I didn't know?"

"You admit this was all a show? I thought I knew you but you're nothing but a two faced liar, SHIELD was right. You are your father."

"Fucking hilarious, the only show man is your friend. He chased after me," you poke him in the chest, "I pushed him to go back to Sharon." It pained you to admit. "I encouraged him to get help for his ptsd, I laid my soul out for him and there was nothing scripted about it from me. So this conversation, turn it around to the man child who should be the one chased out of the city and also Fuck You!"

You shove at him but Bucky grabs your wrists and squeezes, "Steve fucked up and fell in love with you, he's a dick but he did his job, but you're worse. I see it now, you played him, you played all of us to feel pitty..."

God you hate men, "Wrong again but go ahead and play the victim card. You men are good at it..."

"Are you even pregnant? Was this all a ploy ****?"

Did he really believe... yes, the asshole really believed this was all fake. Finding you with a speculum up your cooch was just for show. Fucking idiot.

"Yes." He squeezes harder and you tilt your chin up, "I faked every emotion, every step I took was just to get close to everyone so I could take down my father, I'm such a heartless bitch that I would fake a baby, stage an abortion, loose everything I built, every fucking move I made were deliberate steps to fuck with you and your delicate sensibilities because of course someone like me can't dream of a fairytale happily ever after. A fucking street rat birthed by a whore could never want a wedding on the fucking beach, a stupid cupcake tower, I could never dream of fireworks, and a fucking white dress, it's all fake because it has to be!"

"You're crying." He points out stupidly.

"Fake. All fake. You're right James, I played everyone, worse I played myself. I stupidly believed my education was worth Tony fucking Stark's time. I believed that I could make real friends, I believed I could change and build a life for myself after I kill my father. Stupidly thought not all men were the same, like that old saying goes - you can't make a whore into a house wife but, big but, you can't make a misogynistic - putrid - good-for-nothing - lieing - cheating - two faced - asshole into a husband let alone a father."

"I'm all for the angst, best Jerry Springer show, but we got to go."

Bucky whirls around making sure you're behind him but you could easily look around him and to a man you've dealt with over the years and at this moment happy to see, "Hey Wade."

"Princess." And he does a dramatic bow. "Got a message from Weasel." He whistles, "Serious amount of money I will enjoy spending. Who is this dangerously handsome man?"

"James."

"Name's White Wolf." Bucky corrects.

"Sweet spice girl tits you're the Winter Soldier!" He all but gushes before tiptoeing closer, "Nice to meet another fucked in the head soldier, I'll be the treasurer and you the..." Bucky didn't flinch when a bullet went through Deadpool's head and the man crumpled dead.

"Goddammit." You swore - couldn't you catch a break - before your gaze swiveled to the asshole standing at the threshold. "He was my ride Roger's."

"He's an assassin here to kill you, you should thank me."

"I paid for him, he's my assassin. His name is Deadpool, "

"Christe, I hate my life." Bucky mumbled before walking away, "Both of you shut up. We need to get out of here before that, whatever that is, wakes up."

You cross your arms, "I'm waiting for my ride."

"It's downstairs, Natasha is..." Steve tries but he's interrupted by an annoyed Bucky who interrupts.

"Better have two vehicles you're not riding with us."

"Come on!" Steve gestures to the dead man, "I saved you from crazy, I deserve to ride in the same car!"

"That's not crazy, that's insanity, that is crazy." He points to you and you roll your eyes. "She's the one who called on that, whatever that is."

"I'm a goddess!" Deadpool rolls over, an arm extending upward and he holds up a fist you fist bump before he flops his arm on the ground, "Disney princess."

"How long before the princess is up?" Nudging him with your toe you ignore the two men.

"Kiss it better for me princess."

"No! No kissing!" Steve jumps in, "I'll shoot you!"

Deadpool sits up with a groan, "Foreplay Captain."

"Keep me from these two and I'll kiss all your boo-boo's." You promise.

"What? No!" Steve looks to Bucky as if for assistance and the man rolls his eyes.

Deadpool stands and presses himself against you, his mask eyes bouncing up and down, "I'm one big bruise."

And because Steve was standing there you glance down, "Oh I know."

Bucky was quick to step in front of his delusional friend, quickly taking the gun, Deadpool eyes the rustle before side eyeing you, "Trouble in paradise?" He mutters.

"Long cheating story."

The shift in demeanor shouldn't be noticeable since the mercenary was wearing a full body suit but you felt it as much as you watched him stand just a fraction taller, his muscles flexed, fingers clenching and unclenching, the mirth of a moment earlier bled leaving you worried... you shouldn't be worried... Steve Roger's was no longer your concern.

"Captain America." Deadpool was quick, it made you jump, Bucky shoved Steve, a katana lodging into the refrigerator instead of the gaping hero. "I'm ashamed I'm wearing your tighty whities. **** go out the window, someone's there to catch you."

"I'm a big girl, no one's catching me this high up."

"To move along the plot and to keep it dramatic the author of this fairytale insists you jump out a window." He shrugs, "I'm here as your imaginary friend."

"For fucks sake..." the weirdness was strong around the man. "Which one?"

A rock flies through a window, "That one." He points out and with a sigh you make your way to it, ignoring the broken glass and the fighting behind you. The window easily shimmied up and peeking down you see a slew of police vehicles, SHIELD vehicles, and you hear it - propellers. A ladder unfolds and swings in front of you like a pendulum.

Stay or go.

You choose go.

It's an awkward jump from the windowsill and you clinging to the rope ladder before the wind whips around you and you're flying through the air and the ladder dragged upwards.

To be continued HeRe

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A/N: Don't ask me where Deadpool came from. I had a plot, a timeline, and THIS happens. 🤦‍♀️ possibly 1 more chapter, cross fingers 🖤