What if the Avengers hand regular jobs? Just a normal life? Well somewhat what normal. Join me for an alternate universe.
Amira Faith Rogers-Barnes is the daughter of Steven Grant Rogers and James Buchanan Barnes Jr. Raising their daughter Amira is...
- Elijah doesn't live at home anymore, he chose drugs over family and he's living with Adam King.
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{𝙰𝚖𝚒𝚛𝚊'𝚜 𝙿𝚘𝚟}
𝗦𝗲𝗽𝘁𝗲𝗺𝗯𝗲𝗿 𝟯𝟬
It was 𝟴:𝟯𝟬 in the morning when I woke up, I got out of bed and took a shower to get ready for my appointment. After I was done, I got dressed, did my hair and make up. I went downstairs to the kitchen and I see my dads talking to each other. Once they seen me they stop talking which was very suspicious, so I decided to ask them what they were talking about.
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"What are you guys hiding from me?"I say looking at them with my hands on my hips.
"It's nothing doll," papa says to me and his takes a sip of his coffee.
"I thought we said no more lies and hiding stuff from each other." I said to them pulling out the chair and sitting on it.
"Your mother is moving back with your little brother." Papa says to me as he hands me breakfast.
"Why is she moving back here?" I ask not trying to be rude.
"Well she wants to build a relationship with you and Andrew works for our family." Daddy says before taking a sip of his coffee.
"Well I don't what a relationship with her." I say getting up and talking my plate to the kitchen.
I put my plate in the dishwasher and go upstairs to brush my teeth. My dad tries to stop me, but I hear papa say 'just let her go.' I head upstairs to my room and went to my bathroom to brush my teeth. Pietro came into the bathroom and kissed me. He asked me if I was ready to go, I nodded. We go downstairs, I tell papa that we're ready. We all headed to out to the family car, Pietro and I sat in the backseat and papa was in the driver and dad was in the passenger seat. It was very quiet during the drive, Pietro was holding my hand and he knew something was bother me.
