Lilliana: The Oldest Maximoff [Discontinued]

The New Team

"Not now, Steve, I really need to get to Pietro and Wanda." I state as I hurry back to the curbside. 

"Hey, hey, hey, Lil, stop." he rushes between myself and my destination, "they're both fine I-"

"You don't know that." I say shoving lightly passed him.

Steve's quick to return in front of me.

"I said stop!" Steve raises his voice, getting ahead of himself, "they're both going to be fine. I sent Clint back to the compound to retrieve them. If-"

"But Clint's retired, Steve. What about his kids?" I ask worriedly.

"Don't worry, they're fine. His kids are angels and Laura is a hero too."

"I-," I stutter, letting a tear slip from my eye, "W-what about Pietro? He-he needs somebody. Pietro is all alone, locked in some basement. I'm his big sister I'm supposed to be there for him- help him. It was mom's job, and now she's not here, so its my job... He's my little dragã."

"It'll be okay. Clint is most likely there already." Steve assures, pulling me into an embrace.

"I-its my job," I whimper, "he needs me."

"shh, its okay. He's fine, okay?" Steve asks.

I just give a small nod.

"Alright, now lets go see them together. We're meeting Clint after we gather a few others."

"okay, yeah. Let's go." I reply wiping a stray tear from my cheek.

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"No offense, Big Guy, but this car is old as hell." I mutter, investigating the blue vehicle.

"So I guess that makes us hell then, Steve." Bucky grins.

"Oh shut up, you two. This car is a classic, Lil, and, Bucky, you're being a smart ass." Steve laughs.

"Hey, guys. If you still plan on meeting Sharon and getting our shit back, then I suggest that you pay attention to the turn that you're getting ready to miss." Sam smiles.

"Oh, shit." Steve grumbles as he slams on the breaks, giving a sharp turn left, away from the main road.

"F**k," I yell as my forehead rams into the back of Steve's headrest, "give a girl a warning next time."

"Maybe you should just wear your seatbelt." Barnes muffles.

"You know what, Barnes? This car is so freakishly old, that I'd be baffled to find out that it even had a seatbelt." I counter.

Bucky just rolls his eyes in return, annoyed at my unneeded rage towards him.

"We're here, so try not to kill each other until I get back." Steve says giving a fatherly stare.

We sit in an awkward silence for a while.

"Can you move your seat up?" Bucky asks Sam.

He really is kind of cramped.

"No," Wilson grumbles in return.

I mean, from what I've heard, the guy did destroy Sam's car.

Instead, Barnes scoots over towards the middle- towards me.

"Hey, hey, hey," I mutter, "give me some space. Scoot back over a little bit."

I'm honestly surprised to find that Bucky does move back over a bit. He doesn't even complain about it, he just returns to watching Steve through the windshield.