"Hey, hands off my little sister, Bug-Boy."
"I can handle myself, Bird-Brain."
In which a girl with a fire in her eyes meets a boy with gold in his heart.
{SPIDER-MAN x OC}
{DURING/POST CIVIL WAR}
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As the session began and King T'Chaka stepped up to speak, Wednesday could feel something off about the situation. There was something that wasn't quite right, and she hated it.
"When stolen Wakandan vibranium was used to make a terrible weapon, we in Wakanda were forced to question our legacy. Those men and women killed in Nigeria, were part of a goodwill mission from a country too long in the shadows. We will not, however, let misfortune drive us back. We will fight to improve the world we wish to join. I am grateful to the Avengers for supporting this initiative." The King spoke with power, but Wednesday was distracted by T'Challa, who was looking out the window with a horrified look on his face.
"Wakanda is proud to extend its hand in peace."
The young girl grabbed Natasha's arm just as the Prince of Wakanda yelled.
"EVERYBODY GET DOWN!"
Before Wednesday could move, a loud explosion rang through the hall, bursting the windows and sending T'Challa flying as he attempted to save his Father.
The young girl was knocked forcefully back by the blast, knocking her head against the desk behind her, but avoiding critical damage from the bomb. She coughed as dust and debris floated around her, and she desperately searched for her red headed friend. She breathed out when she found her coughing not too far from her.
The Prince's cries could be heard as Wednesday snapped her head up, seeing the heartbreaking sight of a son holding his father after finding no pulse. She gasped, getting up as quickly as her aching body would let her and ran to him.
"T'Challa!" She called, stumbling towards him as he sobbed. She attempted to console him as paramedics began flooding the building, helping those who were injured, but Wednesday knew she could never console a child who had lost their parent; she should know.
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After milling around the area outside where people were being given medical attention, Wednesday decided to get herself checked out. With a minor concussion and a few cuts and bruises that were easily cleaned, she left the small tent just as she spotted Natasha.
"Wen! Wen, come with me," she whispered once they were close enough, grabbing her hand.
"What's going on, what happened?" Wednesday sniped through a whisper. Natasha looked around anxiously, dropping her gaze and her volume.
"They have security footage. The bomb was set off by the Winter Soldier; James Barnes," she mumbled, and Wednesday's memory kicked in, thinking of a while back when the Winter Soldier was first discovered to be Steve's 'used to be dead' best friend from the 1940's.
"No," she mumbled, knowing how much this must be killing Steve. He's been looking for Bucky ever since the day he pulled him out of the river, and Wednesday knew that he would be on top of this instantly.
"Where's Steve?" The young Wilson quickly asked, and Natasha sighed.
"I was just about to call him. I'll be back," she mumbled, turning away just as Wednesday spotted Prince T'Challa staring off into the distance. Wednesday sat beside him solemnly.
"I'm so sorry," she whispered. Losing a parent was something Wednesday was all too familiar with, and never wished it upon anyone.
" In my culture death is not the end. It's more of a... stepping-off point. You reach out with both hands and Bast and Sekhmet, they lead you into the green veldt where... you can run forever." T'Challa didn't look up as he spoke, simply playing with a silver ring in his hands.
"That sounds.. peaceful." Wednesday smiled lightly, hoping the pain was easing from the young Prince's heart, but she saw in his eyes that it wasn't pain; it was quiet rage.
"My father thought so," he slipped the ring onto his finger and clenched his fist.
"I am not my father."
"T'Challa, the task force will decide who brings in Barnes," the young girl attempted to reason with him as she realized he was angry enough to seriously hurt someone, that someone being Bucky.
"Don't bother, Miss Wilson," the Prince stood up, purpose in his stance as he glanced down at her for the first time.
"I'll kill him myself." He spoke sternly, swiftly leaving as Wednesday sighed in frustration.
Natasha approached Wednesday quickly.
"Steve is here. He's going to try to find Bucky before the CIA does," she grabbed the girl's arm, taking her to a building.
"Where are we going?" She asked.
"First to get changed. Then, the task force has found where Barnes is. I'm guessing Steve somehow knows already as well. They have an office set up in Berlin, which is where we're going." Natasha spoke quickly, taking her friend with her as she did so.
"What else do you know? Why are you so panicked?" Wednesday whispered curiously.
"They.." the ex-assassin paused, staring the young girl down.
"They have orders to shoot on sight."
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Less than 24 hours later, Wednesday found herself in an office in Berlin with a team working diligently on trying to 'capture' the Winter Soldier.
Tony Stark approaches the girl as she's sitting in a rolling chair, her hand placed stressfully on her face.
"They're bringing in Cap, Bucky and your brother right now. Along with Prince T'Challa who seems to have found himself a battle suit resembling a cat. What a day it's been," he grumbled, sitting across from her as he pulled out a flask and took a swig of whatever was in it.
"Want a sip?" He offered semi-jokingly. Wednesday barely reacted.
"I'm 16 years old," she mumbled, and Tony leaned back in his chair, emptying the flask into his stomach.
"Right, right." He mumbled. Suddenly, his phone began to ring, and he stared at it for a second before cursing.
As he got up to answer it, Sharon Carter entered the glass room that held only the young Wilson.
"How are you holding up?" She asked gently, and Wednesday didn't look up.
"When my Dad died, Sam tried to shut out the world. I was only a few years old, and Sam was already in his 20's. My Mom fought for him to continue his life, to forgive those that wronged us and move on. Then, two years later, my Mom was shot. I lost the only family I'd ever known. All I had left was Sam. And then, he joins the Avengers and I train with them, and suddenly my family was even larger than what I started with. And now it's all falling apart again. So, in short, I'm not holding up all that great." Wednesday finished her small rant, now looking Sharon in the eyes.
"I'm.. I'm sorry this has happened to your family. No one deserves to see their family torn apart, especially at your age." The Agent finished, placing a light hand on Wednesday's shoulder. She appreciated the gesture.
"Family is determined more by behaviour than blood. This isn't the family I know anymore."
Awwww I actually feel so bad for Wednesday like damn.... BTW I changed some of the timeline of Sam Wilson's parents death and stuff to fit with how old Wednesday is because they died before she was even born lol so I changed it 👌🏻👌🏻 also they have no other siblings, in case you were wondering.
