The only good I've ever done (marvel)

Breakfast

So I've decided to post whenever I feel like it, as my self control is rather minimal. I hope this gets more reads soon, and I'd love some comments, this is my first fic I actually feel like finishing so I hope it goes well. Enjoy!
___________________________________________________

Robyn woke the next morning to the smell of something that made every bone in her body jump and wriggle joyfully. She shuffled over to the dining room doorway but paused.

"So...your butlers adopted daughter, who you were told died at 9 years old, has come back after being on some kind of murder spree for over a decade—"

"Yes, yes ok it sound bad Clint, but I found out she was with Hydra for three of those years, being experimented on, and you know, doing what they wanted her to do. They put her in cyber sleep for a year after she refused a mission. I- look team, she's family. And I couldn't help that if I tried."

The grudging nods came from all seated around the room, though the Clint guy was slightly to busy with a pile of pancakes to reply.

"Also guys, just... careful. She was one of those kids who should have changed the world."

"What happened?"

"Effing life, probably."

"Yes thanks for the input Clint."

"Hi."

The shocked faces of everyone around the room were so comedic that a glimmer of a smile entered Robyn's eyes. Then she realized why they were staring.
The sunlight had hit the doorway dead on, rendering her a glowing quality. On anyone else this would have appeared rather ethereal, god like. But all it did for her was highlight the scars.
She had taken off the oversized hoodie due to the heat, and, standing there in jeans and a vest, the sun lit up ever part of her. And in doing so revealed the marks.
Looping around her arms and slashing across her torso. Half hidden behind a shoulder strap was a smaller circular wound, an old gunshot. She had a much thinner scar, only about the size of a piece of thread, arching through the left of her lip.
It looked a mess.
A painful, awful mess. But standing there, in the glow of the sun, highlighting every scrape and battle scar, she didn't look like she had last night. She looked fragile still,her ribs clearly showing, but she didn't look broken anymore.

"Ouch," a voice from behind her grimaced. Turning she saw Bucky looking at the marks on her arms.

"Yeah."

He made to go through the door, so she stepped inside and jumped to sit on the countertop.
"You need food." Was Tony's short reply. This was followed by him plonking several pancakes on a plate and handing them over to her.

Her face remained expressionless, as it had since she'd arrive, but she bowed her head in thanks, and when she looked up, a teasing gleam flickered in her gaze.
"So What were you guys talking about?"

"Oh shut up, you heard us."

"So I'm staying?"

Looking around the room before meeting Robyn's eyes, Tony replied, "yeah, yeah you are staying kid."

Bucky looked up and had to hide a smile at the quiet delight dancing through the auburn headed girl.