Tony turned to Stephen, "I don't want to make this decision without you, Stephen." then a sigh, "But they don't have long, so if we're going to make a decision, we have to go, lickity-split." his usually playful tone returned.
Stephen nodded towards the hallway, "Let's talk then. You and me. In the hallway, right now."
This sounded very sexual from literally everyone else's perspective, but nobody really cared anymore. They were always all over each other, no matter how much Stephen wanted to "keep a "suitable" reputation". Pepper thought it was adorable and hilarious.
As soon as they were gone, however, you looked to the remaining Avengers.
"So, was Mr. Stark right?" you asked, "About who you wanted to adopt?"
The group shared uncomfortable stares. Did they actually want to have seven kids running around while they were working? Would they actually be able to care for everyone?
"We get it if you don't want to adopt us." Scarllet spoke up, "We can make it on our own. We were just hoping–" Her eyebrows raised as Malissa shot her a warning glance, "Ha," she nervously chuckled, "Nevermind, it's pointless." she smiled bashfully, shrinking into herself. Everyone noticed the blush spreading across her pale cheeks.
Now everyone felt guilty. Maybe they should. It would be morally right after all... They should.
It was decided. They're going to adopt them.
Unfortunately, fate had yet to be so kind.
The door burst open and cops entered, guns ready to fire if necessary.
"Put your hands in the air!!" One of them shouted.
"Down on your knees! Now!" Another roared.
Where and why the fuck?! You wondered, Like, where the fuck did they come from? Who called them? An eye roll and a sigh happened as you realized, Fucking foster parents. Must they ruin everything?
Everyone obeyed their instructions, getting down on their knees and putting their hands on top of their head and such.
Well, except you. (You just don't listen, huh?)
Steve went to tell her to get down, but as soon as he opened his mouth, the barrel of a gun was against the back of his head.
"You have the right to remain silent. If you do say anything, it can be used against you in a court of law. You have the right to have a lawyer present during any questioning. If you cannot afford a lawyer, one will be appointed for you if you so desire." The 'leading' police officer exclaimed over all the outside chatter.
"Excuse me," You spoke up. You too were surprised by the fact that you had yet to be pinned down. Everyone else had been, after all. "but what the fuck are you doing? These guys have done nothing illegal. What were they charged with?" You were completely calm, which honestly freaked Steve out a little, but he kept quiet.
"Kidnapping you and your foster siblings." The officer answered.
You squinted at him as if you were looking through him and dissecting his soul.
"They didn't kidnap us, they met us here. My Chloe here is sick and Mr. Stark wanted to help pay for her medical bill because he knows that our foster parents will be unable to." you explained, your voice sounding unusually soft, "In fact, she's still sick." You stepped closer, your legs moving seductively as you lightly bit your lip,
"So could you please go? I'm sure there are plenty of people who need you guys much more than we do... hm?" you looked him up and down, your voice so soft, Peter's eyelids were starting to feel heavier.
The police officer slowly nodded, slowly moving the gun from the back of Steve's head, "Of course, ma'am." he nodded, then going into action.
Everyone was gone within a matter of minutes.
"Okay, first of all, how in the fuck?" Sam spoke up.
"Have you always been able to do that?" Steve asked, growing slightly concerned.
You chuckled, "Nah, it's both a skill and a power. My eyes change to a more alluring shade of purple that people somehow never notice, then I change my voice so it's softer and goes with the really high pitched frequency that I transmit. All of it together kind of..." you waved your hands, trying to find the right words, "hypnotizes people." You shrugged.
"Speaking of," you looked over to Peter, who was still trying to fight off the hypnotic sound of your voice, "You're free now," you smirked and snapped your fingers.
Rhodey looked between you and Peter, his eyebrows furrowing as his anger grew. "Did you just–?" he pointed to Peter, "Did you just hypnotize him?!" he shouted in question.
You didn't flinch. Instead, you just sighed.
"Weak minds are easily taken. I didn't let him do anything, relax." you snapped.
"Wait– what happened?" Peter asked, looking towards Natasha, who just shook her head.
"You're fine Peter, Rhodey's just upset because he doesn't like Y/n's attitude." she replied, "You're not hurt."
You refrained from rolling your eyes. So these were the Avengers...
Well, most of the Avengers.
"So... where's Scott Lang? I haven't met him yet, and I've heard he's good with kids." You asked, scanning the room as she went.
You'd lied though. You and Scott had actually met, but that was so long ago you were sure Scott wouldn't remember you.
"Here!" a middle-aged man called, gladly raising his hand. He honestly hadn't expected anyone to remember his existence.
You smiled, then nodded towards the hallway,"Good. Let's Talk."
A/N: Oof oof oof. I feel like its been forever! So, sorry that this took as long as it did. I've been pretty busy, but I tried working on this every chance I got. Also, Scoot with kids? What would you guys think? Cause I think its adorable! Also, sorry if everything super far apart, but I figured if I was having a hard time reading it (because there isn't a good way of indenting that I know of) most other people would, so Uhhhmmm, yeah, I think that's it for commentary though! I hope you guys like it! :D
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FanfictionYou escaped HYDRA when you were younger, but you weren't able to save your parents. So, you re-entered society as an orphan, hoping to get adopted by a nice family and leave HYDRA and all its monstrosities behind you. Unfortunately, you were put in...
