Marvel Imagines pt. 5

For Those Who Wish Me Dead pt. 7 ❤️‍🔥 Mob!Steve AU

Song: Kjartan Sveinsson - Teil.

Warnings; fluff, angst, betrayal, dick parents, mob so violence, wounds, mentions of past trauma and mentions of poisoning and getting shot!

'Surprise! I'm alive!' He stretches his arms out and you frown. 'Yeah I can see that Tony... what the hell!' You slowly stand up before wrapping your arms around him.

'I'm sorry I kept it a secret, sis... I had to... I'll tell you everything when you're feeling better...' he kisses the side of your head.

'Saved your boy toy for you... what the hell were you thinking...'

'Excuse me?! You're the one who dug something up that you weren't supposed to, then gave it to me and clocked out!' You argue.

'And they're back to being siblings again...' Sam chuckles slightly.

'Lets give Steve over there some rest and I will just explain everything now, capiche?'

'Deal...' you tell him and take one last glance at Steve already passed out again. 'He will be okay...' Wanda assured you and you smile at her, 'with you there's no doubt in that...'

Tony's gaze at you softens when he sees your heart eyes towards the man laying like he's a sack of potatoes. He has rarely seen this look on you, and after spending so much time without you, it's a relief to know you're handling things. Not that he expected anything different of you.

'Lets have a chat then...' he hooks his arm in yours to help you stand and walk.

•••

'This isn't easy to hear, and if I need to stop at any moment then tell me... it's.. a lot..'

'Tones... just tell me...' you sigh as he sits you down at the dinner table. You let out a groan, feeling the skin around the wound push and pull at the stitches Wanda neatly placed.

'Bruce's death was not an accident... and neither was that attack on us as you know... they were attacks send out by mom and dad... they wanted you dead anyway and when I started digging... I found out that it's a lot more than just drugs and money; human trafficking... I was working with Bruce to publish it in the Times.. a whole list of people that could get serious jail time... that's what I emailed you...and I was trying to help you get rid of the men our parents send...'

You scoff at that, not about his words but more about this whole situation. You left to prevent this from occurring ever again, the drugs, the money and the constant tough-guy act and here you are yet again..

'They're not my parents anymore...' You want to feel anger, you want to be angry that they want you dead but all you feel is sadness.

Sure Howard wasn't the nicest man but your mother used to be a real mother to you. You still have fond memories of them although now they might be tainted because of this.

'Those officers I worked with...'

'Also hired by momma and poppa Stark...' he sighs.

It's cruel.. you've tried appeasing them for years. Always the student with the highest grades, smartest in the room and all of that, you never even ratted them out no matter how much you wanted to, you just walked away. And how do they pay for your silence? By trying to murder you in the most horrible way.

'They were even there.. they watched the whole thing but fled the moment I stepped in..'

That makes you close your eyes and lean your head down. A small tear escapes your eyes and falls on the pyjama pants you're wearing.