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OUaD 1
Age sixteen.
Y/n heads home with the others. Her stomach is churning as she does so. The latest nightmare was disturbing. Of course she always had nightmares. Nightmares of war. Nightmares of pain and blood. Nightmares of being tortured.
"Nightmare?" Y/n looks over. Nodding. Scared that if she spoke she would puke. Something she had been...
Her foster siblings watch as she moves to the side. Cooper makes a face and Lila stands and waits for y/n to be done.
"Do you need me to get mom?" Y/n shakes her head. Shes thankful that not much came out. She waves Lila off. Telling the younger girl to head on home. Lila is unsure for the moment. But the older girl can defend herself.
It takes some time before she continues on to the house. Laura was on the front porch waiting for her.
"Nightmare?" Y/n nods. Laura gave her a sad smile.
"Go to the kitchen then y/n. I have it set up for you." Y/n nods. Hissing as she feels her soulmates pain. His energy is lowering and she can feel everything that he is.
She had found through herbology that a combination of herbs can lessen the effects. She kept at it. It had been a while since she had seen her mother. While Laura was a wonderful woman and a great mom as well, y/n wanted to see hers.
The glass is on the table at her seat. Sitting down hard her stomach churned. Taking a small sip. Letting her body tell her when to continue. Or if it was able to continue. Given how she just was sick she hoped that her body could take a bit of it. Numb it a little bit.
"Aunt Nat!" Y/ns thoughts are broken by Lila's screams. She smiles. Feeling for herself for once. Glad that she can see her mom.
Laura played defense for y/n until she got her stomach settled. The poor girl has gone through some bad luck for the last six years.
"Is..." Natasha asks. Worried for her adopted daughter. Laura sighs. Rubbing her swollen belly.
"It's been rough for her Nat. Very rough."
"Where is she?"
"Kitchen. Nat, I need to warn you she doesn't look good."
Before Natasha has a chance to ask the sound of something wrong hits the groups ears. Everyone looks over to the archway to the kitchen. Where a young woman stands. Eyes locked on Steve.
Steve feels his stomach churn for some reason. Fear and shock run through his system. He is a little confused. At least until he feels nothing coming from his soulmate.
Everyone jerks as the young lady just falls. Nat and Clint rush into action. Natasha is fretting over her.
"What happened?"
"Who is she?"
"Better yet, why did she look straight at Steve terrified. As if she saw a ghost."
"That's because to her, she did." Natasha has y/ns head on her lap. Clint stands up to look at his wife.
"They have been getting more intense lately. But y/n has been having nightmares about you Steve. You and this other man with a metal left arm. Her nightmares make her lose her appetite and be sick more often than not." Laura has a soft voice and gaze on her face.
"These nightmares, how bad were they? Has she told you?" Natasha is calm but worried. Moving her daughter's hair to the side. Taking in how unhealthy she looked.
"It started out..." Laura looks over to the other two kids. "Lila, Cooper, would you please go to your rooms?"
"Sure mom. Come on Cooper. You don't want to hear this." Lila takes her brothers hand and they head up to their rooms.
"It was about World War Two. Details that, I believe, Steve would be the only one to know. Shes written them out. Drew them out the best she could. I have her talking to a professional. But they aren't doing much for her."
"Hold up. She's been having nightmares about cap?" Tony can't believe this. "Also, who is she?"
"My adopted daughter." Natasha speaks up. Y/n groans and mutters a few words in Russian. Natasha smoothed her hair.
"No worries. It won't happen. Do you think you can stand?" She shakes her head. Natasha moves and the pair sit up. Natasha holds her to her chest.
"Guys, this is my daughter, y/n. You know Steve already the other blond is Thor and the man next to him is Tony and Bruce." The team is surprised to hear Natasha be soft with her. Holding her.
It takes y/n a minuet to land on a language. One of many. She blinks her eyes open to look at the team. Oddly Natasha can't understand what she is saying.
"I don't understand her." Everyone is surprised to find Steve replying to her in the same language. Shocking everyone. The pair go back and forth. Steve moves closer, going to his hunches before her. Steve's voice is soft. At one point she has tears streaming down her face. Turning her face into Natasha's chest.
"I'm sorry." He looks up to Nat.
"What were you two talking about?" Natasha is worried and concerned for her daughter.
"Her dreams."
•
Y/n wakes up and has a little trouble breathing. She starts shaking. Moving from the bed she gets her comfort sweatshirt and throws it on. Heading down to the kitchen.
Little did she know Steve woke up around the same time. Not being able to sleep. When he hears her padding down to the kitchen he decides to fallow her. Wondering why she was down there.
"You should be asleep." She looks over to Steve as he enters.
"So should you." He is a little surprised to hear her speaking English.
"I'm multi lingual. Something mom insisted on."
"And you speak Gaelic like you grew up with it." She smirks. He takes a seat near her.
"What are you guys doing here anyway?"
"We have an issue in New York. Need a place to lay low with."
"So you came over here? The middle of nowhere?"
"Yeah. It was the best plan any of us could think of." She nods. Both of them trying to avoid the unspoken words.
"I don't know why I kept dreaming about you. Why I keep dreaming about your life." She starts the conversation. Looking at the glass before her.
"It couldn't have been easy. Living with that." He looks up seeing her nod.
"It wasn't. I barfed the first time I saw one of your photos. Right in the middle of class. Thankfully I was by the door and the trash can."
"Is that kind of reaction normal for you?"
"Yeah. It is. But I have a way to minimize it."
"There is more to it. Isn't there?"
"Yeah. There is. But I don't feel comfortable talking about it. Half red isn't it?"
"Yeah. It is."
"Your color is blue isn't it?"
"Yeah. It is. Why?" Steve is confused. Y/n reaches down into her shirt and brings a paper out. Handing it to him folded. Steve unfolds it. Looking at the tiny red half filled star on the infant.
"What..."
"You're not the only one I've been dreaming of. I some times dream of this man. He has a metal arm and half a blue star. Whenever mom would come visit..." she stops herself. Shaking her head.
"This is too strange. I can't have a relationship with you Steve. Not when I have no clue who I am. The age gap between us is too much. I'm sorry."
"I understand. I won't push you to have a relationship. When you feel ready to talk to me you can."
"Your not pushing?" She looks up at him. Now that she has a chance to see him for herself. In real life. She sees an age to him. But a kindness as well.
"No. I'm not. To be honest I'm not ready to meet you either. I don't have the right head space."
"Ok."
This time Steve looks at her. Seeing her fear and caution. Her eyes holding things within that he could never see. Never realize.
"I will try to be careful moving forward."
"You don't have to worry about me. First hint of trouble I can mute the bond."
"You can mute the bond?"
"Yeah. It's a herbal blend. My own. Helped earlier."
"You should be in bed." Y/n turns and sees Natasha.
"Can't. Never could if I have THAT dream." She turns back around and holds her hand out for the paper from Steve. The pair are careful not to touch finger tips. Both of them holding onto the secret truth. Though knowing Natasha she listened in.
"How often have you had that dream?" Natasha goes to sit next to her daughter.
"Often. Too often." Natasha pulls her to her side. Y/n lands her head on her mom's shoulder.
"The worst part of it mom, is I can still hear and feel the flames. The burning around me." Y/ns voice becomes faint. Her eyes closed ss tears run down her face.
•
The next day the team is sitting in the dinning room talking battle plans. Y/n comes in with water for everyone.
"Thanks kid."
"No problem."
"Shouldn't you be with your tutor?" Thor asks. The other kids are off to school. Yet she remained.
"I go to school online. Laura managed to help me skip a grade. Just finishing up my last year. I already have a few applications out for full rides to a few places. But I'm not entirely sure what I want to do."
"Laura mentioned your workshop."
"She would." Y/n sighs. Shaking her head.
"You don't have a nuke in there do you?" Tony smirks. Looking at her.
"Close enough." Everyone freezes and turns to look at her.
"You what!" Natasha stands up. Looking at her daughter. Whom rolled her eyes.
"I'm half joking mom."
"Show me. Now!"
Y/n nods and Natasha fallows y/n out. Next to stand is Steve and Tony. Before Thor and Clint are right behind them.
"Holy shit....." Tony is wide eyed as he looks around. Her workshop is well organized. A black suit with a gold half mask is hanging up.
"It's not that impressive."
"You did all this? Clint looks over to her. "How?"
"How do you think?" She points to her head. A tired expression on her face.
"How did you get the stuff to do this?"
"Classified." Steve can feel her become unsettled. He says a few words at which she nods. Steve is worried. But keeps it to himself.
"What all can the suit do?"
"Water proof, shock proof. Built in triple filter face mask. This thing can take a lickin and keep on tickin." She goes to stand nest to Tony. Looking at it.
"Padded and armed to the gills. It has several places for supplies and is equipped with a first aid kit as well as voice changer. Fits only me and I burned the blueprints after."
"Tony Stark. Looking for a job?"
"Tony...." Natasha watches as Tony tries to recruit her daughter. Steve on the other hand can feel her stomach bottom out. Her blood pool south.
"Did you say Stark? As in Howard Stark?"
"Huh? Yeah why do you...." Tony doesn't finish his question as she runs out of the room. Steve stands there. Watching her. Feeling her get sick. Steve moves closer to the door as Natasha goes over to her daughter. The pair talk in Russian. Just for a little bit. Then she attempts to speak a little louder for Steve.
Steve does as he is asked. Finding the picture and going wide eyed. Looking at the details of the picture. Details so well done that it was as if she was there. Looking at them. Holding the gun herself.
"Tony?"
"Yeah?"
"How sure where you that your parents where killed in a crash?"
"Why do you ask?" Tony crossed his arm as Steve comes over. Holding the picture out to Tony. He takes it and Thor and Clint both look over his shoulder.
"Is lady y/n able to see the past?" Thor asks softly.
"No. Not entirely." Steve is the one who answers Thor.
"Then how?"
"Not...dreams..." y/n is soft. She's shaking. A wave of cold horror washing over her from Steve.
"Your nightmares. Are you saying that they are memories?" Steve is extremely confused. It wasn't possible. Could it?
"Da."
At the word the area falls silent. Clint looks over to Steve. As does Natasha. But before she can say a word y/n shutters. Natasha goes to rub her back.
"I want this to end mama. I want this to stop." Y/n was reduced to her six year old self when the nightmares began. They were vague at first. But now became more defined.
Everyone heard her. Steve had no idea. He had only been free for a bit. But again, she keeps referring to a man with a metal arm.
Steve goes back to where he found the picture. Bringing them all out he starts to look though them. Natasha, upon hearing the paper, turns to look at Steve. Moving to scold him for going through her daughter's drawings. Only for several things at happen.
Natasha stopped when she saw Steve face.
Y/ns tears picked up pace.
Steve found the picture that he was unknowingly looking for.
Holding it he turns. Not exactly facing the mother, daughter duo on the ground.
"Do you know who she means by 'the man with the metal arm?'"
"Yeah I do."
"How do you know him?"
"We worked together in the past."
"Before or after?"
"Before." Clint is the only one who is shocked. But keeps silent.
"Is this him?" Steve turns the page to Natasha and Y/n. Y/n is actively crying now. Muttering under her breath. Apologizing constantly.
"Yes. That is him." Steve turns the picture around. Looking at it again before he goes storming off. Leaving most of the people confused.
"What just happened?" Tony is confused. Y/n speaks in that weird language that only Steve knows. Steve...and Thor.
"The man with the metal arm is her soulmate. She's been reliving his life through dreams and nightmares."