"(First name), Honey. Are you-- SON OF A-!" Tony cut himself off, jumping in the air and crying out in pain. The billionaire was trying his hardest not to curse up a storm around his baby girl, but it was kind of tough when he had one of those god awful Lego's crammed into the sensitive flesh of his foot.
"Daddy?" The little girl asked, looking up at her father with fear in her little (eye color) orbs. "A-Are you okay?"
Tony bit his lip and took a seat on her bed, brushing the Lego away from his foot and rubbing the sore spot. "I'm... I'm fine. Don't worry baby girl."
She crawled her way towards her father, her creation in her small hands.
Tony smiled, "Whatcha got there, Kiddo?"
As she held up the Lego blob, a small smile played at Tony's lips.
"Did you build this for Daddy?"
It made midnight snacking a real risk, especially when you were prone to falling asleep standing up.
The door slid open at the top floor. She didn’t bother with any lights and walked straight into the kitchen. She had been making this trip almost every night for the past month.
The fridge door clicked open illuminating the room for a moment as she removed the carton of milk.
She opened the carton and placed it to her lips, tilting her head back and closing her eyes as the cool liquid hit her tongue.
“Aha!” The light’s flashed on, startling her into a coughing fit when she choked on the milk almost dropping the carton in the process.
“So you’re the one who drinks straight out of the carton.”
(y/n) blinked away tears as she tried to stop coughing. Standing in front of her was the s
The clock ticked away as you were lounging on the couch, walking your fingers along your swollen abdomen. Late in your third trimester, you couldn’t wait to see your baby, to hold him, cuddle him, and call him your own. A sudden thud against your fingers caused a smile to grow on your face. You called out to your husband, Bucky, who was currently drying his hands from washing the dishes.
“Yes, (y/n)?” He walked out of the kitchen and sat beside you on the loveseat.
“The baby’s kicking,” you whispered, cradling your bowed middle.
“Oh,” he said sheepishly, avoiding your gaze as he shuffled away from his spot. You were confused by your husband’s strange behavior, feeling a bit hurt by his neglect. He'd been acting this way ever since you first announced that you were pregnant; avoiding contact with either you or the baby and even going as far as sleeping in
Your breathing was heavy as you crouched behind a giant pillar in the underground facility. You'd just fought upwards of fifteen guards (all of which had guns) and had taken a beating by the last chump.
Since when do they have the hired help learn special techniques, you wondered in annoyance as you placed a somewhat shaky hand to your rib cage. During the excitement, you'd definitely cracked something- but you pushed past the beginnings of pain and continued to move forward. You had an objective, and you wouldn't be leaving this hole in the ground until you had succeeded.
Peeking around the column where you were currently hiding, you found that the coast was clear. And stalking forward on the balls of your feet, you moved towards the door at the far end of the chamber.
As you crept across the expanse, you made sure to be as silent as possible- though as the sounds from outside
"What a strange man," you thought as you looked over at the man making his current residence on your couch, your older sister having picked him up as he wandered the streets. At first she shook her head, thinking you were crazy as you remembered your parents saying to always help people in need, no matter what. Reluctantly, you convinced her otherwise, offering him some shelter and food until he could get back on his feet. So here you were after a few weeks of settling in with you, alone with the man as your sister had to go to her job, much to her dismay but couldn't afford to miss work again. You were easy to take care of, though your curiosity was getting the better of you as you began to connect the dots about who he was; his worn-out, scruffy face, the night sweats from when he slept on the couch, mumbling things about something called 'Hydra', and finally, through the crack of the door as he was getting dressed, you saw hi
Your eyes snapped open, jolted awake by an unknown noise. Straining your ears, you listened for anything that might have woken you up. Was Isaac in the bathroom? Had your dog been snoring? You listened. Silence met your ears.
With a sigh you rolled over, burrowing into the covers and closing your eyes.
You say up. That definitely wasn't Isaac.
"What the--" you heard your landlord yell from down the hall, the floorboards creaking as he barrelled out of his room.
You froze, horror settling like a snake in the pit of your stomach.
You jumped out of bed, grabbing the metal baseball bat you kept behind your dresser. The sound of heavy footprints on the wood floor echoed through the house, and you grabbed your desk chair, wedging it under the doorknob.
You grabbed your cellphone off your nightstand, cursing softly at the black screen, and the empty battery image. You felt years of frustration and fear prick at your eyes, and you but your l