Some Nights ( Tony Stark x adoption fanfiction)

Letting go

This chapter Is a little GRAPHIC, if queasy, disgusted, triggered, or any more negative aspects. Don't read—just a little warning before you proceed. I will put some line before the part.

I don't know if this story is going okay or well. I'm a bit unsure if I should stop it or proceed with a romance. The views for the latest chapters are pretty bad so maybe its not that great ... anyways from this chapter on she probably will start becoming better.

Everyone was sitting on the giant sectional Tony and Pepper had put in here; fruit salad and ice-cream bowls in hand waiting for me patiently and talking in-between themselves. I looked around, suddenly feeling nervous. Should I be worried, though? They have already seen a lot, and what is a little more, I guess? Someone placed their hand on my shaking leg, so I looked at them, wondering if I was burdensome again.

"Shall we go first, then?" Tony asked I nodded wondering what this could be. He did say he found a box with my stuff in it. However, some things there weren't mine so I don't know if I can give him all the answers he's looking for.

"So, uh when we went through your stuff, we found a USB. I'm not sure if it is yours, but Friday said that there's graphic stuff on there. We wanted to go through it while you were here because Pep said that it was inconsiderate without you. So, are you okay with us looking at it with you?" Tony quickly rambled out.

 

"Yea, sure. I mean I don't know what's on there either. He put some of his stuff in the box too so that it could be his." I pondered while Friday brought up the screen starting the from the first video file. Video file. Shit. My breath hitched in my throat, and my stomach sank to my feet. I hope it's not what I think it is.

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At first, it was shaky, but it steadied up, and I spotted myself in the corner of the screen. I was breathless while another man kicked my stomach and then proceeded to push on it. My eyes were glued to the screen. When I was at that moment, I kept my eyes closed and concentrated on my contractions; I tried to forget my father and the other men in the room watching me. Before everything, I knew the baby was alive, ultrasounds and appointments had confirmed it, but after that moment, I had a gut feeling he wouldn't be. I snapped out of it as soon as everyone gasped, both Thor and Steve got shouting, I could hear thunder gathering and rumble loudly. I refocused on the screen. Another man now in view was punching my face and kicking me across me floor while I was curled up, protecting my bump at that time. My father walked in front of the view of the camera and began cutting gashes in my leg. The other me screamed in pain, and I flinched from the sound. Lighting struck the towers around us in bright blazes, my eyes wide at Thor's anger. Loki got up pushing the other two back in their seats and sat back down again, glancing my way. I briefly saw his eyes light up in anger and dissipate when he noticed I saw. The video was moving on continually while I paid attention to the people around the room and their reactions. Peters's face was red, his fists balled up, and tears were leaking out of the corners of his eye. Pepper and Tony were tight against each other, neither said a mumble but their eyes wide in fear, and disgust and neither one took their eyes off the screen except when Pepper flinched. Beside her Bruce was already tinged, his eyes half green, his skin tinged with green and beige with a sheen of sweat shimmering when he inched forward and shuffled in his seat. The anger, embarrassment, and uncomfortableness was displaying in his body language. When I looked over to Clint and Bucky, they weren't looking at the screen, but the floor and their face were white, they looked a bit sick if I'm honest. Nat beside him, however, looked fucking deadly. If looks could kill, then this was it, if my father were here right now, he probably would've been pummeled.

 

I looked back at the screen and saw my sons head was out, blue, unbreathing. One of the men pulled him out by his neck, pulling on the cord around his neck and passed him to my father, who laughed and threw him at me. I watched as I unwrapped the umbilical cord from his neck and started CPR on Lucas. I watched as I struggled to comprehend why my baby wasn't responding to resuscitation, how at that moment, it was unfathomable to me that he was dead. In the video, I watched the men hit me to pay attention to them, but I didn't budge. I birthed the placenta but still tried to rub my baby back to life. His small olive face, long eyelashes and curly brown hair wrapped around his face. The bruises were forming on his neck and around his face, and my beautiful baby was becoming cold. I watched on the screen as they took him away from me, and the older man entered my ass while I was still bleeding from the birth. By now everyone was looking away except for me. I was focused on seeing my baby again and tried my best to ignore the horrible acts against me.

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"Okay, that's enough," Loki said, turning off the screen. I looked up at him, surprised. It was the first time he had ever inputted and mentioned anything towards me.

Everyone looked back at me in pity, and I gave them a small smile, it made me a little uncomfortable to be focused on like this. I hate it a little inside just because I don't want to be pitied anymore.

"Come, one everyone, get up. Take a swig or get more ice cream. Go clam down before you even look at Mishal. You guys just made her watch this after her recovery. You all should be apologizing." Loki said, coming over to me and presenting his hand to me. I looked at his hand wondering what he was giving to me and then it hit my stupid head that he wanted my hand. I grabbed his hand quickly, so I didn't look ridiculous. I looked around at everyone letting off steam. Loki tugged me, tilting his head, trying to read my expression.

"So, is there something you would like Loki?" I asked him confused about his behaviour.

"Hmm, nothing particularly but, let me take you to the balcony for some fresh air." He said, pulling me along to my bedroom balcony.

"Why? I'm fine." I told him kind of enjoying the warmth from his hand.

"You say that however your face is stoic and has been since the video started," Loki said while letting go of my hand. The breeze was a little chilly because of how high we were, but I indeed took a deep breath trying to relax my muscles because they had tensed up

Loki watched me and took a breath himself. "I told you". He said, watching me curiously.

"What made you interested in talking to me, Loki?" I asked him, unsure of my rudeness. I didn't want to come off as rude; I was just quite curious.

He shrugged "I don't know, I've been avoiding you. Only because I thought it would be quite troublesome to involve you in my mess". Loki summarized being very honest with me. It was quite refreshing, his bluntness.

"I like your honesty. I know you aren't always, but you are blunt so that way I will take it as honesty. I'll come back inside soon; I want to soak up more of the moon and chill this evening." I told him quietly, I saw him give me a nod and head back inside but lingered by the door to watch me stay safe. I giggled. He's cute I pondered and laughed again while releasing the memories from the video from my mind.