You Mean Everything To Me (Avengers/OUAT Fanfic)

48. She's my best friend, my sister

[Willow]

I paced up and down my cell. I needed to tell Tony. I had to tell him.

We were family.

I'd kept it a secret for so long. I couldn't anymore.

I heard someone open the door. I whipped around to see Tony. I broke into a smile.

"A little birdy said you wanted to talk to me?" He joked.

"A little birdy told you correctly." I said, following him out the room. We walked for a bit before reaching a secluded room.

"So. What do you want to tell me?" Tony asked curiously.

"How to say this." I wondered aloud. "Okay. I was given up at birth. I was given to a really shitty family. The mother was an alcoholic, the father was a cheating bastard. The son was a child molester." I grimaced. "When my first birthday passed, I had this nanny called Keira. She was about the same age as my brother. I eventually took her name. Keira Kingsley. She was the nicest person I'd ever met. She told me that she found a stack of letters my birth parent's had left for me. She used to read them to me as bedside stories. There were at least 3 each week, sometimes even more. When I got to about 4, I started reading them myself. And Keira helped me write some back. They explained that my older brother was nearly 20 years older than me, so they couldn't let anyone know I existed. I understood. They were still there."

"Why are you telling me this?" Tony asked.

"Just wait." I sighed. "I wrote to them every week until I was 9. I still remember the letter they sent me. My darling Willow. We love you so very much. We want you to come live with us. We can be a family. Run away, we'll find you. Love, mom and dad. That was it. The last I ever heard of them. I did run away. But I got taken by the Mafia. 15 years later, I..." I couldn't say I was saved by them. That hadn't happened anymore. "I escaped."

"I still don't know what this has to do with me?"

"My birth parents are Howard and Maria Stark." I said.

There was a long silence. I couldn't look Tony in the eye.

"That's impossible." Tony finally said. "My parent's died December 16th 1991. You'd be what? 3? 4?"

I sat and figured out the math. HE was right.

"Then... who wrote all those letters?" I asked.

"I did." A voice said. Me and Tony whipped our heads around to see Vision.

"You?" I asked in disbelief.

"Before Maria left for the trip that she never returned from, she asked a favour of me. Or of Jarvis to be more specific. She told me that they had a child living in Chicago. She told me if she didn't make it, I had to carry on writing the letters for them. When you turned 9, I was to instruct you to come join Mr Stark. You never showed up.. I assumed you never read the letter. I used the structure of Maria and Robert's other letters to write the others for you. They did love you."

I sat on the chair as Tony ushered Vision out.

"So..." Tony said, breaking the awkward silence. "You're my sister?"

"And you're my brother." I said with a humourless laugh.

Tony smiled. "I always wanted a sister." He said, holding out his arms for a hug.

I stood up and ran into his arms. He held me close, holding on as if he was trying to make up for lost time.

"When you get out of here, only 3 weeks left, do you want to come live with me in New York?" Tony asked.

"I'd love that." I smiled.

*****

As I lay in the bed of my cell, I wondered what Tove was doing? I mean, according to Tony, she was writing new accords. Making things better. Just like Tove.

I loved Tove. She was my best friend, my sister. I thought. She was born a few years after me. 1991. The year my parents died. I may have lost one important aspect in my life, but Tove was brought into the world, so I had another aspect that made my life so much better.

She was constantly there for me. When I first joined SHIELD. MY first mission. My first home. She taught me how to cook, how to clean, how magical books were. She helped me come back to terms with everything in the world. She was my rock, the thing that kept me down, prevented me from running away from my problems.

And here I was. Denying something I think I knew. Denying I still cared about Bucky. Denying I forgave him, as much as I tried to be angry. Denying I missed him.

Denying what I knew.

I needed Tove.

I looked around the room. Sam, Clint, Scott and Wanda were all asleep. I didn't want to know what would happen if I woke Wanda, so I started hitting my fists off the other wall, trying to wake up Scott.

"Scott! You lazy ass, get up!" I hissed through the wall.

"I'm up, I'm up. Christ woman." Scott grumbled.

"I need you." I said.

"Sorry, I have a daughter." He chuckled

"Shut up." I hissed. "I need to get a message to Tove. How?"

"You couldn't have woken Wanda?" He said, confused.

"Not if I value my life." I said. "Please."

I could practically hear him roll his eyes. "A different person comes every 4 hours with food and water. Every 6 hours there's a toilet break. You can slip her a note through that." He said, getting back into bed.

"Thank you Scott." I said, but he was already snoring.

It took multiple tries for me to finish the note I wanted to write her. When I finished, I waited for the guard to arrive. When he did, I stood up, ready.

"Natasha?" I asked in disbelief.

"Hey. How are you?" She asked.

"I'm great. Hey, could you get this to Tove?" I said, holding up the note.

"Well, she's in Australia, but I can pass on a message?" Nat said.

"Actually. You could help me." I said, coming up with a new plan in my head. "I need to find Bucky."

AYY I DID IT.