Armageddon || an avengersxreader fanfiction

chapter one

You journey to the kitchen, wearing Bucky's old T-shirt and joggers. The smell of burnt toast woke you this morning. In the kitchen, Vision and Rhodes seem to be arguing over breakfast.
"Vision, the pop tarts go in the oven, like this." Rhodey places a tray of pop tarts, still in the packages, into the oven.
"But, I believe they should be placed on the stovetop."
You stand back for a moment, amused at how wrong they are.
"Perhaps we should boil them," Vision suggests.
"Oh my gosh," You place your forehead into your hand.
"Have either of you ever been in a kitchen before?" You walk to the oven and remove the pop tarts. In Romania, Bucky would buy pop tarts for breakfast often.
You show them step-by-step how to place the pop tarts into the toaster, press the lever, and serve them on plates.

Stark walks in while you're at the table, eating pop tarts and fruit. Your mind flashes back to see Bucky laying on the ground, arm blown off by starks blasters. You focus on your plate, trying not to look at him. Stark sets his plate on the table, between you and Rhodey, while you're peeling your banana. You see Vision in the corner of your eye, looking curiously at you. You shove the last half of your banana in your mouth and bring your plate to the kitchen.

After you've washed your plate, you go to your room and realize that you need to decorate it. In 1959, most kids had a few posters and decorations, but your room was covered in science posters, magazine articles, and photos. You wander around the compound, looking for Vision or Rhodey. Instead, you find Stark.
"Hey, kid, you need something?"
You turn, hoping to escape back to your room, but it's too late; Stark is standing only a few feet in front of you.
"Yeah, actually. How...how can I get decorations and stuff for my room?" You ask.
"Well, there's a mall not too far away, or you can buy stuff online," He replies.
"Online?"
"Ah, right. Little Cap. Happy can bring you to the mall."
You're confused as to who Happy is, but you say nothing else, hoping not to sound as confused by everything as you are.

At the mall, you purchased a poster of Einstein sticking his tongue out. You had one similar to this in your old bedroom. A beanbag chair, new bedsheets, other science posters, and other miscellaneous objects were included in the boxes and bags being hauled up to your room by you, Happy, and Vision. You spend the rest of your day setting up furniture, placing articles of clothing in your wardrobe, and organizing your new bedroom.

"Miss (L/N), Mr. Stark is asking if you would like sushi." An invisible, mechanical voice in your room startles you as you're reading Biology of Disease. This must be Friday.
"Oh..um...no...no, thanks." A short time later the AI speaks again.
"Mr. Stark is asking what you would like to eat."
"Um...I'll just have a cheeseburger."
Friday doesn't reply, so you return to your book.

Vision knocks on the open door. He hands you a plate with a cheeseburger and fries before sitting across from you on your bed.
"(Y/N), do you...dislike Mr Stark?"
"Yes." you don't hesitate.
"Might I ask why?"
"He tried to hurt Bucky. And Steve. I mean, they're all I have."
"Have you thought about why he tried to hurt them?"
"Well, Hydra killed his parents, using Bucky. It wasn't Buck's fault."
"Of course. But imagine someone kills your parents. Or Bucky. When you find out, would you consider their reasons?"
You don't answer out loud; you don't need to. Of course you wouldn't. It doesn't justify Stark's actions, but you understand a little more now.
"All I ask is that you consider not shutting us all out." You nod, and Vision leaves you with your thoughts and your cheeseburger.