Marvel Imagines: Book One

better late than never

Characters: Steve Rogers x Stark!Reader, Tony Stark, Sam Wilson, Natasha Romanoff, Wanda Maximoff

Warnings: angst, fluff at the end, reunion

Summary: After years apart from your dad, you come face to face with him. Will he hate you for leaving? Will he resent you even more? Or will he accept you back into his life?

A/N: This is part two of "Pick A Side"

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You're good at your job, but you're not that good. You take after your father–working on things building big projects, and always innovating new ideas. You're not as good as he is, but you try to do your best. Sam managed to break his wings, so you tried fixing it on your own. He gave you enough time to come up with a plan and execute it, but as soon as that time was up, he needed to move on to someone slightly better than you.

After all, you have the Captain America serum in your body, so you're more useful out in the field than behind a welding mask. Sam needed an expert to fix his wings, and you were slightly offended that it wasn't going to be you. All he said is that he found someone to do the job, but he never said who. Even Steve, Wanda, and Natasha were very quiet about it, but you kind of brushed it off.

"Give me another chance, okay? I think I can fix it," you beg Sam as you follow him around the Quinjet.

"Major, you've done enough," he laughs.

"My name is Y/N," you pout.

"You're just below Cap. You're Major."

"Fine, but you need to give me another chance. I have a better understanding of it now!"

"No."

You don't take no for an answer and head over to his wings that are on the table in the middle of the jet. You whip off the blanket that is covering them only to have him drag it back on.

"Sam!"

"I said no. I found a guy."

"Steve!"

"Y/N, I love you, but you're a crappy welder and an even more crappy engineer."

"Language," you gasp teasingly, and he rolls his eyes slightly.

"We're approaching our destination," Natasha calls from the driver's seat.

"Where are we going?" you ask and bounce to the window.

"Y/N, wait–"

Steve's warning is cut off when you reach the window. The clouds clear to reveal the new Avengers facility that your dad had built in upstate New York. Your blood runs cold and you freeze in your spot at the thought of running into him. It's been three years since you two last saw each other–after he made no moe to contact you. The last thing you heard from him was him accusing you of picking Steve's side because you were "fucking" him.

He's never made any effort to call you after you left with Steve.

"Y/N, we were going to tell you, but he's the only one who can fix this," Steve whispers.

You hear him, but your brain doesn't register the words that are coming out of his mouth. All you can think about was the fight that happened at the airport in Germany. When you got in line with Steve and his team, your dad gave you the coldest look you've ever seen. He was so angry at you for not picking his side that he didn't care why you did it or what you believed in. All he saw was betrayal, and all you saw was hatred and disappointment.