Father Fury {Discontinued}

Chapter Three

Nick and Phil smiled uncertainly at Tony And Rhodey, making the boys realise that Sharon had dragged them here, not them actually interested. Immediately, Tony wasn't interested either.

"My names Phil and this is my husband Nick, what are your names?" Phil asked nodding towards the boys, smiling brightly. Clearly, he was the real deal, no fake smiles or anything. Rhodey grinned back. "I'm James Rhodes and this is Anthony Stark. We go by Rhodey and Tony, nice to meet you two." He answered politely. It wasn't per Sharons request, he was just a polite person. It was why Tony wasn't reserved around him - he could be himself.

"And how old are you boys?" Nick asked, unclamping his hand from his husbands. "I'm fifteen and Tony's thirteen." Rhodey answered again, clearly talking quick enough to stop Tony from saying anything first - he could definitely read the boy better than the Coulson-Fury's could.

Sharon smiles and clapped her hands. "Right, so I'm gonna leave and pick you guys up after. Make sure someone chooses you." She pointedly winked at Nick and Phil as she walked away, swinging her car keys round one finger.

Tony shifted awkwardly and glanced back to where Steve and Bucky were still sat, chatting away. He'd rather be sat with them instead.

Nick and Phil glanced to each other. Well this was awkward. "How about you introduce us to your friends?" Phil said to Tony kindly, noticing him glancing back. Clearly that was the wrong move. "What? So that you can choose them instead of us? I wouldn't worry about that, just leave if you want to. Everyone else's does." And somewhere within that quick retort, the boy had dashed off. The action made Rhodey sigh and Steve and Bucky to snap their heads up, staring in the direction of the running boy.

"Should someone go after him?" Steve called as him and Bucky made their way over. "I will." Rhodey groaned and took off after him. Nick, Phil, Steve, and Bucky all stood awkwardly watching him leave.

"So..." Bucky said, finally breaking the uncomfortable silence. "Is it true what Tony said? About not wanting him." Phil and Nick glanced at each other and realised something - if they didn't take Tony now, it would just confirm everything he'd just said to the four of them. Nick sighed and, with a nod from his husband, took a breath and said: "How would you two feel if we perhaps chose all of you?"

XX~•~•XX

Their father had just died. Now that put his children in difficult positions. T'Chaka was a powerful man, with powerful enemies, so T'Challa and Shuri needed to flee. The problem was: to whom?

They couldn't go to anyone close to their father, that was for sure. T'Challa doubted that friends were in the equation either, and all he could think of was to take to a different setting.

Obviously Shuri, the head strong eleven-year-old, did not take well to that idea. She didn't want to lose all connections - she didn't want to lose her life. With T'Challa's proposition, she'd have to start a new one.

"Shuri, we have to leave. Fathers enemies will be coming soon, Okoye said so. Please, I think it's the Hydra thing today, so just come. We need a family, new or old, it doesn't matter. But we can't be a part of this one anymore. Not if we want to live, and not if we want to become a compromise to the people we love." T'Challa spoke, lying flat on his stomach on the kitchen floor, trying to grab his little sisters hands. Shuri was sat under the kitchen table, knees pulled to her chests and tears falling down her cheeks. She knew what needed to happen, but was too stubborn to admit it. However, at this point, there was too much to lose if she said no.

Shuri nodded and let her brother pull her from under the table, following him outside to his car, ready to set off. If they were chosen, Okoye said she'd pose as a foster carer, because she loved the kids as her own, but knew they needed to do this, so what sort of person would she be if she didn't help?

XX~•~•XX

The drive had been long and mostly silent, the only noise being Shuri's occasional choked sobs. T'Challa felt so guilty and upset, yet seeing his sister like this took the feeling to a whole new level.

Being in a large field filled with fake happiness, true happiness, sadness, heartbreak, worry, and love took its toll on the siblings as their minds raced over the man they'd lost, and their mother, who'd died giving birth to Shuri. The girl felt as much guilt about their mother as T'Challa did for their father, not being able to stop the inevitable but still trying to.

They'd met Ella in the parking lot, gone over the details, finding themselves rather surprised as to why she hadn't questioned kids coming who weren't in the system. However, Hydra was rather unreliable, so kids in there must have had it bad, but at least it gave T'Challa and Shuri a chance without having any police involved.

Ella said she'd pass on their information to Reese, and then left the siblings be. They wandered around silently for a bit, Shuri's hand tucked away in T'Challa's much bigger one, and glanced at all the kids and possible parents enjoying themselves as though it were a happy day out. To them it might have been, but not to T'Challa and Shuri.

Little by little, they edged their way around the field, until suddenly, a boy with messy dark hair and head first into them, sending all three tumbling down.

A/N: Please vote, comment, and follow me if you like the story! You don't have to, of course, but I do enjoy a little feedback now and then. Tell me if it's too hard to find or what not, or even if you have ideas on what could happen next.

~ Megan