The Winged: Rectifications of Fate (Supernatural X Reader X Avengers)

Problems of Engagement

As if it wasn't already enough that life as you knew it had tumbled upside down, you now had to stand among a bunch of strangers who, as it turned out, weren't strangers after all and were also doing the bare minimum to keep themselves from ogling at you.

And then there was Steve. You had grown fond of him but at the moment, you could easily use a bat against him to your advantage.

"I can't believe it." When you looked at him, he seemed smaller, somehow. "You told me that I once helped you pick out curtains that matched your furniture but in some way you failed to bring it to my knowledge that I have a fiancé?"

Steve didn't know what to say. Once again he had let himself get sucked into the grey area of actions he worked so actively to avoid and even though he meant to remedy the situation, a single glance at your fire glazed eyes robbed him of all promise.

"And what you said earlier, about being in love..." You continued, just now realizing that the entire debacle was much more complex than you had comprehended. "That's it. Get out, all of you."

A little time alone with yourself was the least you could ask for. Speaking of time, it wasn't an issue anymore. You had been considerably delayed due to the discovery of a fiancé and any moment now, Sam and Dean would be detecting that you were nowhere in the bunker. Nor anywhere in the city, or the state.

"(Y/N)?" After everyone left, Tony had come back and was seeking your permission to enter his own room. You couldn't possibly deny his request now that you knew what the man had been through and your part in it, or lack thereof. Thus, you managed a weak answer. "Yes."

"How are you holding up?" He asked, indeterminately looking at the empty space next to you on the bed, wondering if it would be appropriate to take a seat beside you.

"How do you think I'm holding up?" Your smile held anguish, "My whole life has been a lie, I knew there was something fishy about surviving a car crash when none of your family did and get amnesia on top of it. Apparently I was this completely different person who had a life here. I helped Bucky get over his Hydra coding, I was engaged to you and try as I might, I don't remember a thing. I had...oh my God."

Words abandoned you when you realised you had been singing your problems to Tony, who was the main sufferee in the entire ordeal. You couldn't even begin to fathom how it would have felt to watch your fiancée die in your arms and three years hence see them parade around in front of you without a hint of recognition in their eyes. "Oh my God, what am I doing? Tony, how are you holding up?"

"Eh...I've been better." Tony collapsed heavily next to you. It wasn't a question of being appropriate anymore, his head was pounding, his stomach churned and he just needed to sit. "Hey, can I ask a question?"

"One of us has to."

"How are you, uh," He nervously scratched the back of his head, debating whether or not to voice his words. "How are you alive?"

"I don't know." You pinched the bridge of your nose, trying to form a sound answer. "Based off of everything all of you have told me, I'd say when I 'died' I hadn't transitioned into a complete Winged so I couldn't be accepted into their afterlife, neither was I a human so that afterlife wasn't open either. My best guess would be I was rebooted and put back into action."

Tony was silent for a moment and then let out a loud sigh. "You really don't remember anything, do you?"

Your head snapped up with fierce velocity, scorning the very purpose of the inane question. "No, Tony. I'm lying. I'm lying and I'll fight you tooth and nail about it."

"For what it's worth, you haven't changed a bit."

It was your turn to sigh and your fingers involuntarily tightened around the ring you had been holding. "I wouldn't know."

Probably for the first time, Tony saw the pain in your eyes and found it strangely similar to his own. After all, it was the same, the only difference being one of you had the knowledge of it and the other was aching regardless.

"(Y/N), uh, Maira, you don't have to feel pressured into changing things a certain way just because they used to be. You're a different person now and that's o-... it is what it is." Tony felt a sudden obnoxious need to maintain an air of formality with you, a feeling he was not enjoying one bit. "I do ask that you keep the ring. I did buy it for you and in all fairness, it wouldn't be much use to me now."

You felt truly indebted to Tony for being so understanding. If you did love the man like everyone said you had, you were beginning to see why. Out of the corner of your eye, you saw him taking lost steps towards the door and decided to return the favor. "You can call me (Y/N). I don't mind."

Tony flashed you a quick smile before positivity sprinting out of the room to his next safe haven which, much to his solace, would also provide him with isolation - his lab (since the author doesn't include Bruce in this story for whatever godforsaken reason).

His knees gave way as soon as he entered the threshold and barely taking the support of a nearby table, he slid onto the floor,  biting deep into his palm to prevent himself from screaming. Tony always thought your death was the worst thing that could happen to him and yet here he was, seeing your alive breathing self, forced to pretend you weren't his world and beyond.

Memories from earlier flashed through his mind like some sort of a cruel joke, of everyone describing to you the miniscule details of your life and your blank face recalling none of it.

And then it struck him. Tony hadn't paid much attention to it then in his state of abject agony but now it was clear as day.

'Rogers. That son of a bitch knew about her this whole time.'