The other Stark (long) (Wanda x reader)

New mission

Y/n pov

I just lit all the candles when Nat came into my room.

"Just because you're on the always welcomed list doesn't mean you don't have to knock" i say without even turning my head at her.

"Then take me off it" she answers and i can feel her staring at me. "What are you doing?"

"Trying to remember why my family want me dead"

"Someone on the team wants you dead?" Of course she thought about the team when i say family, so would i.

"No, my birth family. The man that shot up the bridge that night was my... fathers friend, that my mother had an affair with"

"You got all that from the accident?"

"No, his face... sparked another memory. It's like a chain reaction" i try to say that in a way that makes more sense then it would otherwise. "Now i'm going to do it again and your not going to stop me"

"I'm not here to stop you" her words make me turn to her.

Nat pov

"You're not?" you ask surprised.

"Well as long as you don't go close to death again, i'm here to help you" i say and you're more surprised than i thought you'd be. It's not like Tony would have sent me to help you. But he didn't, i was already on my way after you when he told me to go after you.

"Then go out and make sure no one interrupts me" you say more seriously than i knew you could be.

"Are you sure this is safe?" i ask before i close the door behind me.

"No, but what's the fun in that" and the old you is back as you smirk when i close the door. Just as i turn around to stand in front of the door like a bodyguard Wanda comes up behind me.

"Can i come in?" she asks and if i hadn't heard her breathing she would have scared me.

"No, she said no one could come in. That's why i'm standing out here"

"What she's doing isn't safe" she says and i know she's right about that but it's important to you then it's important to me.

"She's careful, and can take care of herself"

"I know, i'm just..." she gets cut off by Friday.

"Director Fury is requesting the presence of Mr Stark, Mr Rogers, Mr Barton, Miss Maximoff, Miss Stark and Miss Romanoff in the conference room immediately"

"We'll be right there" i say and gesture for Wanda to walk first. When she's at the end of the hall i say so that she don't hear me "And get Derek to stand guard outside y/n's room"

"He is on his way"

"And he is to not let anyone in" i say before starting to walk myself down the hall to get to the meeting. I'm the last to arrive in the room and get a seat between Clint and Steve.

"Where is y/n?" Fury asks me as i sit down. Tony looks at me for an answer too.

"She's in her room, she had some things to do and Derek is there to keep an eye on here" i answer with a cold voice even though everyone knows I worry about you.

"Alright, i can feel something happened but we need her on this mission"

"Why her specifically?" Clint asks.

"Because the target is Thomas Baron" Fury answers and then looks to Tony for him to continue the facts on him.

"He went to high school with y/n, they were friends and lost half his fortune when i shut down the weapon industry. Y/n had helped him at his lowest and became his new worshiping star"

"If he's gonna listen and trust anyone it's gonna me y/n, he knows who Romanoff is but we can't send her in alone"

"We can send Wanda, no one will suspect her since sokovia. And he knows redheads are a Starks type" i say with a smirk to her, i see her cheeks flush for only a split second.

"She's right, Wanda you will go with her. This is happening tonight" Fury says, giving out a file to everyone at the table.

"She'll love this birthday present, since she hasn't been in the field since Sokovia" Clint jokes but it's true, you'll probably even give away a smile at it.

Y/n pov

I'm sitting down at a dinner table, i'm not alone. The food in front of me is fish and chips. I've never liked fish.

"Go on, eat up" the man, my birth father, on the other table says in a different language but i understand it. He's talking in Spanish, now i understand my cravings for tapas and churros all the time. But i don't remember much from my spanish lessons in high school, i've kinda blocked it all out.

"I don't like fish" i answer in the same dialect. I feel a comfort, the comfort of home, around me.

"Eat and you'll get dessert" the woman, my birth mom, says and i start to eat the food on my plate. At least now i know my family's culture.

"Where is your brother y/n?" he asks and i glance to the empty chair on my left. I have a brother? I look up at my parents, they look so young. I mean they can't be more than twenty five even. Meaning i'm already older than them when they died.

"He's at abuelas" i say but i know that's a lie.

"Y/n Luciana Castillo, where is Marco?" he says in a more angry tone. How come it sounds more harsh in spanish then if he had said it in english.

"Okay, he's by the old ranch with older kids from school. He said not to tell" i feel a fear of what might have happened if i didn't say the truth.

"Oh honey, you're only three. There is no need for you to be keeping secrets" the woman says, holding my hand over the table as i continue to finish my food.

I can't believe it really, that i have a brother. I mean a biological brother, i've always had a brother. Maybe that's why i got so close to Tony so fast. Judging by that i'm only three here and he's out with older kids from school indicates that he's a few years older then me. But he wasn't in the car with us, he wasn't in the crash. So what happened to him?

"Y/n?" i hear someone say and it's not the people in front of me.