Stick with Us Forever~ (Yandere Marvel/DC x fem! Reader)

Let The Bullshit Begin

~Chapter 3~

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"Want to change the world? There's nothing to it"

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Y/N's Point of View~

It began to storm as soon as we reached my house. The lightning provided light for a split second before the house went dark. I fixed Carson and Emily a quick meal before sending them upstairs to sleep because it was well past their bedtime. I was ready to head downstairs when I heard my name called. I sighed and went upstairs to Emily's room. "You called?" My eyebrows furrowed slightly as I questioned. I was exhausted and eager to complete this mission. The small girl gave me a little nod.

"When are you going to be back?" Emily inquired, followed by a yawn. I wanted to say something to her, but I didn't know what. My wings were drooping behind me. For the first time, I had no idea when or if I would return.

"I don't know," I said, shaking my head, "but I'll have someone babysit you." The individual was a dear friend of mine, but we don't see each other very often.

"Can you sing me to sleep?" Emily asked, resting her head on the pillow. I sighed softly, but I knew Emily wouldn't sleep unless I sang to her. I walked over to her bed and sat down next to her.

"Well, what kind of song?" I questioned softly, my fingers gently caressing her head. Carson entered the room, carrying his blanket and stuffed animal. I moved over softly before inviting him to lie down. In a few minutes, I'll be in the center of two sleeping children, but they're both heavy sleepers. I once had to check Carson's pulse just to make sure he wasn't dead. That's when I discovered how much I cared for them. I used to simply block them out. I pretended they didn't exist until I had to care for them. That day our parents...

"How about a sad song that also tells a story?" says Carson. As he leaned on my shoulder, I quietly giggled.

"Carson, all songs tell a story, but I get what you mean," I said, before thinking of a song to sing. 'A sad song that also tells a story? There are way too many of them' I thought. After a few minutes in my head, I decided on a song as I straightened my back before beginning.

"I am a craftsman and you are my son
The child I created cannot be unborn
Feathers and wax make of promising wings
Taunting the gods is the way of all kings~"

I let my mind wander while singing. The Red Room, the countless individuals I had killed, HYDRA testing me. My parents doing it for financial gain. I was left to die or destroy my life if I lived. I was forced to mature at a young age and never had a childhood. I don't think I'm providing Carson and Emily with the finest childhood possible, but it's better than mine...am I failing them?

"What have I done?
I tried to play God and I paid with my son
I know I'm a man
Cause a God cannot feel a pain this outdone
What did I say?
Don't fly to the sea or too close to the sun
But now
My Icarus is gone~"

Our parents were very poor—our entire family was in poverty for generations—but that didn't give them the right to take advantage of my life. I returned home from all of my "training and missions" to find two newborns in their arms. But, despite all of the experimentation, torture, and agony...I felt nothing.