S.Rogers x B.Barnes x f!Stark!Reader
Y/n, Steve and Bucky are now in Wakanda, 2 months after the events of civil war. All is peaceful - but will it stay this way, especially after Steve has one very special question?
(Follows timeline of IW and End...
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With the solemn tone of the room pushing on everyone's shoulders, the victory the Avengers had gained was less of a celebration.
And more of a funeral.
Clint sighed heavily, the weight of y/n's death heavy on his conscience as he leant forwards and pressed play.
The hologram flashed up, flickering and taunting as y/n's tear-streaked face stared back at them.
"I can't do this." Bucky mumbled, pushing back from his chair as the legs scraped painfully and his heavy boots clunked.
"Buck!" Steve called after his fiancé, but the loud slam of the door got there first. The blonde sighed, falling back into the sofa as he twiddled his thumbs.
"Is this thing on?" Y/n's voice muttered, her face big in the air as she seemed to fiddle with whatever she'd used to record it. She smiled, leaning back before clearing her throat. "Hey. Um, yes it's me." Her voice stuttered softly, broken and unsure as it echoed through the stunned room. "I'm recording this, in case the plan tomorrow leads to my untimely death."
Nat choked a sob at the words, the image of y/n's speck of a body sprawled lifeless against the stone beneath them the only thing the redhead saw every time her eyes slipped shut.
"If you're sat here watching this, that means we won." Y/n smiled slightly, the touch of happiness reaching her eyes - although it was overcast by the buildup of tears.
She let out a breath of a laugh through her nose, seemingly amused with herself as a soft smile spread on Tony's lips at the sound.
"However, I can't really said we won when I'm not there with you, can I?" Y/n chuckled.
"It's all my fault...it should've been me." Nat murmured, eyes glazed over with guilt, nothing but guilt and sadness and fear and dread and-
"Tony, you were the best father I could've asked for. I know we had our issues, and our squabbles, but you really were the best dad I could imagine having." Tony's face fell into a solemn frown, lips pressed together as he stared emotionlessly. He wiped a hand over his mouth, catching the few stray tears with his fingers. "Nat and Wanda, thank you for being the best friends. Don't beat yourselves up over this, it wasn't your fault and it never will be."
A strangled sob left Wanda's throat as she collapsed into Clint's arms, his hands stroking soothingly down her back as she sobbed into his shoulder.
"And Peter," the boy looked up, face red and scratched as he looked at her, "thank you. For changing, both yourself and me. You were like a brother to me; and even though you could get a little irritating, I loved you like one nonetheless." Y/n said with another breathily chuckle, eyes soft.
Steve was stoic - unreadable. He hadn't blinked since she'd appeared in front of him, and he didn't plan on doing so until he'd seen as much of her as he could.
"Sam, Clint. Thank you both for saving my life. I thought I'd forever be in your debt, so I hope this does the job." Sam smiled through his tears and Clint chuckled slightly, hands still wrapped around a shaking Wanda in his hold.
"And finally, Stevie, Buck. I love you, more than anything I've ever loved. Please never forget it. But I need you to promise me that you'll move on together; promise that you won't let my death take you from each other as well. I couldn't deal with that."
"Please, you didn't have to leave me." Steve muttered, head shaking. At the sound of his torn voice, Tony and Nat looked over at him, apprehensive stares trained on the super soldier.
"Adopt a kid - I know I couldn't give you one - and name it after me. That way you can forever hold me close, forever love me. Just be sure to find one that has my eyes - or my nose - so you can imagine hanging my arms wrapped around you again. Please." Y/n was crying too, now, the damn of tears now streaming silently down her soft cheeks.
She took a moment to swipe her palms under her eyes, but the tears were replaced as quickly as she wiped them away.
Nat's hand smothered her mouth, her teeth biting into her palm to muffle her sobs as Bruce's hand carded through her hair. Wanda slowly looked up from where Clint was cradling her, and Sam placed a comforting hand on Steve's shoulder as his large frame shook.
"I'm sorry." Her voice cracked, broke and shattered, "for everything. I'll miss you."
It was simply a moment before y/n's image dissipated that Morgan came running into the room, padding feet halting to a stop at the sight of y/n's hologram.
"Who's that, daddy?" The little girl asked after a moment, and Tony sighed. He pulled Morgan into his lap, hands encasing hers as he spoke.
"That's your sister, Y/n. Don't you remember her?" Tony explained and after heisting Morgan nodded.
"Why isn't she here now?" The girl frowned and Tony gave her a tight smile. He reached a hand up, caressing her small face in his palm.
"Because she got tired baby." Steve could feel himself sniffling, eyes locked on the sight before him.
"Will we see her again?" Morgan mumbled and Tony smiled wider, glancing to Steve momentarily.
"One day. Yes." Those were the words that broke Steve.
