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Just a Reminder

Warnings - Death, Blood, violence, sadness, a little bit of angst, Panic Attack,
*LONG CHAPTER*

"Boom!" Sam yelled as he placed his cards down, the winning combo that made everyone goran, including you. They all placed bets on you that you would win, your luck far more greater than anyone else's. "What happened, y/l/n?" He questioned mockingly, and you rolled your eyes at him as you started picking up the cards.

"I guess I wasn't concentrated enough," you chuckled lightly and looked up at him with a sincere look as a hint of concern took over his features.

"Don't go crying to your momma, it's just a game." It was a simple comment, but you couldn't help but turn a deep shade of red as you looked up at him, an expression between hurt and shock spreading over your face. When he made eye contact, regret filled his eyes and he never looked back down. "I'm sorry if that was offensive if your mom-"

"Sam, it's good," you cut him off. The room was still silent with eyes peering at you. "Besides, I'm an orphan, didn't have parents in the first place. So if I had a mom, I wouldn't bother going to her about my problems," you shrugged casually.

"Orphan?" Tony asked in disbelief. "Like orphanage, adoption, center for children under the age of eighteen?"

"Yes, Stark, all of that beauty," you chuckled and looked up at him. The room was shocked as if it was their first time believing in something so crazy. "I didn't know it was that much of a big deal. It's just an orphanage, a place for kids with no family. It's just an adoption center for older kids."

"It's just that you didn't tell anyone," Steve spoke up for the rest of the room. "We didn't know you didn't have family."

That, you scoffed at, and stood from your seat to grab a glass from the cabinet. "Steve, don't be rude. I grew up in an orphanage, and was adopted by seventeen. Look, I have adopted parents, and my real ones are long gone. They left me, it's no biggie. I stopped looking." You shrugged and took a sip of the wine you just poured.

No one was speaking or looking anywhere but you, their eyes hurt and a little glossed over, as if they were looking at a child.

Tony cleared his throat and straightened his posture from where he was leaning on the counter. "What if I looked for them? I have all the tech," he suggested, and you looked up at him for a second before looking at your hands.

"No."

"No?" He repeated with question. "Y/N, I could get you your parents back-" he stopped mid sentence when you let out a humorless chuckle.

"Tony, that doesn't exist. I know who my parents are and what they do. Just drop it, okay?" You half snapped and drank the rest of your wine, wanting to have some sort of alcohol in your system to even talk about them. "I'm going up," you whispered before walking out of the room, leaving strong avengers feeling week in the heart.

Knocks on the door interrupted your reading, and you looked up at the clock to see it was almost midnight. The only person you knew would be up, was the only person you wanted to see.

Steve stood in the hall with a bottle of wine and a tan file with the logo of the orphanage you grew up in. When he saw your face drop, he pulled you into his chest before you could say anything. "It's just your adoption file," he assured with a kiss to your head. "I called the owner of the center to have it sent it to me, but she insisted on dropping it off. She's a very sweet lady."

Despite being angry with him, you couldn't help but laugh in his chest. "Yeah, Marla's always been sweet. We have lunch twice a week." You pulled away from him and stepped back, grabbing the bottle and holding it up with question.