He Is An Addams! by Nazaki-Sama

Chapter 3

Steve let out a heartbroken sigh as he gazed at the crystal ball in front of him; he still remembered his encounter with Tony, how the love of his life just rejected him, breaking his already fractured heart. Steve really thought that he found his one and only; Tony, the beauty that dazzled Steve, the one who isn't afraid and flirt with death daily, with a sharp aim and even sharper wits that made Steve just want to rip his heart and present it to him; maybe even ask him about what kind of deal he did with the devil to be able to live with shrapnel in his heart because that was some amazing deal to be had if Tony still wasn't answering to Lucifer who will never allow someone who will give his soul to help another.

Steve let out another sigh, grumbling to himself as he took his combat knife from his belt, stabbing the voodoo doll that came toward him intending to steal the crystal ball, the doll thrashed and shriek but Steve only rolled his eyes, taking the doll head in his metal hand and ripping it from the body, ignoring the agony screech that followed as the doll turned into ashes.

Steve hummed and closed his eyes, waving his hands over the crystal ball, waiting for an answer, any type of answer really, but he only wanted to talk to one person, and one person only, someone who will be able to give him the answer he wants, someone who knew what's like to love a normal human who doesn't have the Addams genes, someone… someone like his mother.

"Who dares to disturb me from my sleep?"

A snappish voice answered and Steve had to blink because one thing was for sure that was not his mother's voice, it actually sounded like… "Grandma Addams?" Steve asked uncertainly; frowning darkly wondering how in the name of the seven hells did the crystal ball connect grandma Addams and not his mother like he want it too, from the corner of his eyes he saw a doll running around giving a childish giggle and Steve knew how, Steve to snarl and throw a knife at the doll, which ended getting a shriek from the said doll as it was stabbed in the heart.

"Yes, who is it?"

Steve sighed and looked at the sky with a scowl before clearing his throat, his eyes returning to the ball. "It's me, Steve… Steven Rogers, Serpentine's son." Steve offered, hoping that grandma Addams will either tell him where to find his mother or that his mother is with her, either way, Steve really needs to find his mother; sitting in his pet cemetery probably wasn't the best place to make a connection with the other world, he probably should have gone to one of the Addams cemeteries in Brooklyn, maybe then he would have had luck in finding his mother.

"Steven? Steven, is that you? Oh, my Addams! Everyone wake up! It is little Stevie! He is alive!"

Grandma Addams screaming, making Steve put his head in his hands and let out a tired sigh, he was thankful that he was sitting cross legs on the floor or he was sure that his grandma's shriek would have broken the chair with how loud and high pitched it was, or maybe it would have made him fall from his chair, but whatever. The murmuring and shuffling could be heard from the crystal ball, making Steve hum and wait in anticipation, hoping that his mother was with the Addams family and not going on a vacation in the underworld.

"Stevie, baby, is that you?"

Hearing his mother's voice made Steve give a big smile, it had been so long since he last talked with his mother; ever since she died from TB when he was sixteen, looking as beautiful as a bride on her wedding night, in her black clothes and black coffin. Steve made sure to talk with his mother every day via crystal balls and Ouija boards, though it had been years since he last was able to talk with his mother. After he enlisted in the army, she stopped hunting him which was a shame. For he loved it when she used to scare Bucky every day or that one time when she gave George Barnes a heart attack for daring to raise his hand on Winnie. He really missed his mother. "Hi, Ma, it's me." Steve heard his mother coo, making Steve all warm on the inside, a feeling that he never felt in a long time now.