Random Imagines (Multifandom)

Protective Super Soldiers

Writing out my exact problems? I think so!!

Summary: Tony is like Y/n's dad, and she may have some protective siblings in her messed-up family...

Warnings: Some swearing, fluff, mentions of relationship drama/confusion?? The reader is in middle school so... also small mentions of body image issues and low self-esteem 

"I don't know man, she was kinda shaky last night when she was sitting on the couch. She said she was just texting a friend but I can tell she's bummed about something," Clint said to Tony as he was being interrogated as to why their favorite, happy kid hasn't left her room all day.

"Well, do you know who she was texting?" Steve has been protective over Y/n since she's been on the team; and since Bucky came along, he has been too.

"She said she was texting some guy, the name leaves me- you know how many friends she has."

"She doesn't talk to that many people who make her nervous on a daily, birdman, so spill the beans before I spill yours," Bucky said, the gears in his arm whirring ominously.

"Okay, okay- chill dude. It was uuh- I think it started with a vowel. Uhmm, Eth- Ev-Evan? Maybe?" Clint took a couple steps back, into the kitchen, where he was going all along.

The trio of concerned men followed him, hot on his heels. They stood against the kitchen island while Clint started rummaging through the cabinets. Suddenly, It was like a lightbulb went off in Steve's head.

"Ean! She's been talking about this guy named 'Ean' and how much she likes him for a while now. As much as I want to tell her that it's just a crush, she's really adamant about how perfect he is; said a couple of times that she loved him, actually."

Steve and Bucky, and Tony, headed for the elevator. Pressing the number for her floor on the way in, Bucky couldn't help but notice how rigid and almost... Enraged? Tony looked. It was almost as if he was mad that this kid had the audacity to hurt Y/n.

After what felt like hours, but was really only a few minutes, they each stepped off the elevator. Tony was the first to the young teen's room.

"Y/n, Sweetie? Are you alright," they all heard quiet sniffles echo throughout the corridor. Bucky stepped up, almost grabbing the door handle, when they each heard a few dings, wet laughter, and a slight cough.

"M'good, erm- if you wanted to get me anything, a life, a million bucks, and maybe a nice, warm London Fog would be nice," she murmured with a raspy voice. 

Steve chuckled. He knew Y/n; knew how she always hid her emotions from everyone but him. He liked it when she shared things with him, not in a romantic way, but a brotherly way. 

He remembers the time that she first started coming to him about her lack of belief and self-esteem; he remembers how he helped her come out of her shell a little around the others. He certainly remembers how she came to him one night, so distraught, over some girls at school making her feel less than.

In the end, they always came out with warm cookies, a glass of chocolate milk, and occasionally some sad cuddles. The point is, he loved helping her out; it made him feel like she was the sister he always wished to have. 

He was about to say something when her uncharacteristically small voice spoke up, "And if you could get Steve, some snuggles would be much appreciated, please and thank you, Tones."

They all chuckled at that, Steve grinning goofily, "Sure thing, kiddo."

"Oh, and if you would, kindly, stop calling me that it would be great." It was, somewhat, playfully uttered somewhere deep under the warm cave she had made with her comforter.