Avengers: Daughters

Ten: Ruby POV

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I look at the house Sam has led us to. After getting out of the compound, Libby 'borrowed' a car and Sam drove us to this place. It is great. A small house near a beach. Seems anonymous enough. "Who's house is this?" I ask.

"My godfathers," Sam says and unlocks the door. "Don't worry. He's not here."

"Who's your godfather?" Libby says as we walk into the house.

"Um, Erik Selvig?" She says with a hint of embarrassment in her voice. My godparents are some geniuses that live in Ohio. Tony knew them from his partying days and Bruce approves of them. I know that Libby and Ally's godparents are SHIELD agents so I'm guessing that Sam is a bit embarrassed by a crazy scientist being hers.

"I love him," Libby smiles. "He's the only one Dad...Bucky I mean..." Her smile vanishes. "He's the only one Bucky will let do anything medical on him," she finishes with a blank expression. Ally and I exchange glances. I had almost forgotten about the secrets spilled. Sam seems to just remember too because she stares sadly down at her feet.

"Is there any food?" I ask, trying to break the tension.

"Kitchen's through there," Sam says. "There's two rooms upstairs and two down here. I'll sleep in Erik's room. That's upstairs. My room is up there too."

"I'll go there," Libby says quickly. "If you don't mind. I'll go unpack now."

"Sure," I smile. The two blondes walk slowly up the stairs and I wince at the awkwardness then. Ally walks in the direction of the kitchen and I follow.

There's hardly any food in the cupboards but there's some cereal and a few protein bars. The water works and there's a lot of alcohol in the fridge. I grab a bottle of champagne and wave it at Ally. "Wanna get wasted and trash talk our shitty parents?" I ask with a smirk.

"We've got a job to do, Stark," she replies.

"Jesus," I put the champagne back with an annoyed sigh. I can see her rolling her eyes as she checks the freezer. She's worse than her mother sometimes. Most of the time. At least Natasha Romanoff actually loosened up enough to have a kid. "Beer?" I suggest. She shakes her head at me but I pop one open anyway. Might as well drink while I still can.

"I've found seven apples," Ally announces and adds them to our pile of food. Small pile of food.

"We won't last long on that," I tell her. "Especially with my appetite. And Sam probably has Thor's appetite-or maybe not- oh. Hey." Sam looks at me and I can feel her silently judging the way I'm drinking beer in a crisis. I gulp the remainder down to hide my blush.

"Where's Libby?" Ally asks.

Sam sighs. "Upstairs. Smashing stuff."

"That's my parent's job," I say. But we all walk upstairs and follow the sound of crashes and bangs to the bathroom. Ally kicks open the door. Libby is curled up in the corner of the bathroom, throwing bottles at the wall.

"Stupid parents. Stupid HYDRA. Stupid Bucky. Stupid Steve," she mutters.

I walk over to her and pull her up by her top. She yells out at me and I let her go, slamming her against the wall. I'm centimetres from her face, her blue eyes glaring into my brown ones. "What are you doing, Stark?" She snaps and for a moment she sounds almost violent. Cute.

"Sam just found out a bigger secret than you and she's not acting like a crazy person," I snarl. "Get your shit together, Rogers."

I'm walking away, feeling angry and stupid, when she replies in a mocking voice, "I can see your father in you there. You're just as cold and unloving as him. I'll let you try to figure out which one I mean."

I turn back to her and I hear Ally curse in Russian. "What did you just say?" I growl.

"You heard me, Metal-Heart," Libby says. "Like your daddies-"

I slam her against the wall again and head butt her. My nose feels like it's on fire but I do it again. She grabs my arm and twists and I hear something crack. Damn. I can't be beaten by her. I'm Ironman and Hulk's daughter for Gods sake. Playing dirty, I pull her hair and she let's go of my arm, screeching. Strong hands are now pulling me back but I resist and elbow Libby in the stomach.

She retaliates with a swift kick that knocks all the air out of me and then throws me across the room and through the glass shower like a ragdoll. I groan as pain shoots through my head and touch it softly. Blood is soaking my sleeve when I take it away.

"Oh shit," I hear someone say. It sounds like Sam.

"Oh my God." That's Libby, sounding dazed. "Ruby, I'm so sorry. Please be alright. Please be-"

I close my eyes. I'm so tired. I can't stay awake. I'm okay. I'm okay. I'm