They find out you used to be a criminal
Steve
Steve found a box in your bed side cabinet. He was looking for something you asked him to get, but the box took his attention. Inside it were newspaper clippings. They were of you but younger, you only looked about 13. The headline shocked him, “TEEN LEAVES STEP FATHER IN COMMA”.
He heard you from behind him. “I hopped you would never find that” you said your voice soft. He looked up at you, confusion spread across his face, “What happened?” he asked as you gently took the box from his hands and sat on the side of the bed. “My step farther would get drunk and beat me regularly” you paused, you had never wanted to tell this story. “I could live with that, but I promised myself if he ever raised a hand to my little brother, I would do something, I didn’t know what just something.”
You swallowed in hope of clearing the lump in your throat, “One day (b/n), he was crying and Arron he went to hit him but I got there first”. You shuddered as you recalled the memory, “I pushed him away from (b/n) and he fell through the door.” You remembered everything as if it had happened yesterday. “He got up and charged at me, I grabbed him round the neck and pulled him into the bathroom.” You looked at Steve, he was kneeling in front of you his hands holding yours. “I twisted out of the way and pushed him to the ground” You shuddered as you remembered the sound, “His head hit into the toilet and he went limp, he didn’t move”.
You were staring off into the distance when you felt Steve move to sit next to you and wrap his arms around you. You rested your head against his shoulder. You may have technically been a criminal, but Steve never saw you as one. He saw you as someone who would do anything to protect their family.
Tony
Happy had never liked you, ever. You had been dating Tony for two years when he found out some major dirt and of course he delivered it straight to Tony. You had just got back to the tower after work (you own your own software company) to find Tony sitting on the sofa reading a file.
“Honey I’m home” you said jokingly drawing Tony’s attention away from the file in his hand. “I didn’t know you went to prison” he said. You felt the colour from your face drain. He wasn’t supposed to find out. “I was” you said as you put your bag down. “Why?” Tony asked. “My father died at work but they didn’t tell us why, so I hacked into their systems, found out they had covered up thousands of deaths.” You swallowed before continuing your story, “I leaked the files, got caught, got sent to prison, thousands of families got answers”.
Tony admired you more from that day on wards. You stood up for what you believed in.
Thor
It was when he saw the headline, THOR DATES THIEF. Where he discovered your past. “My lady” he said as he held up the paper, “why are they calling you a thief?” he asked. A confused look on his face. You sighed and sat down the sofa, your arms instinctively wrapping around your stomach, as if they were hiding the scar under your shirt.
“My parents were bad people Thor” you said, remembering the scar was your parting gift. “I ran away but I had nowhere to run to” you swallowed hoping that it would remove the lump in your throat. “I lived on the streets, I had to steal to survive that’s why they call me a thief, because until S.H.I.E.L.D. picked me up, I was.” Thor pulled you onto his lap and held you close, he made a silent promise to make sure that you would never have to go through anything like that again.
Bruce
You and Bruce were in a refugee camp on the Kenyan border with Somalia when Bruce received a call from Steve. You knew that he was needed back in the states, but you couldn’t go with him. Not unless you wanted to be thrown in prison. “(y/n) please come with me to the states” Bruce asked as the two of you settled down in the make shift tent next to the medical centre.
“I can’t Bruce” you said as you gazed at him. “Why?” he asked, this eyes clouding over with confusion. You sighed, he was going to find out at some point any way. “A few years back the UN placed sanctions on Somalia, as a result medical supplies were scarce, so I headed an operation smuggling them into the country” you swallowed, “The sanctions were lifted a few months later but there was and still is a warrant out for my arrest”. Bruce just looked at you with admiration written on his face. You put other people before yourself and that was something he loved about you.
Clint
Clint liked to ask questions. It was when the two of you were lounging in bed one morning when he asked you questions about the Scars that littered your body. His finger traced over a scar on your collar bone. “What’s the story behind this one” he asked, you sighed internally. You had promised that you would never lie to him. “I got it in Prison” you said quietly. Clint’s mouth fell open, he never knew you were in prison. You sighed as you said “It was a long time ago, I erm stole a car to get away from my Step Farther”. Clint nodded he knew your family life was far from perfect, all he did was pull you in for a hug.
Sam
He came home and you were frantically packing your bag. “(y/n) what’s wrong?” he asked you he took your hands. The sight if your tear stained face made his heart break. “They’re coming Sam” was all you managed to choke out as tears and sobs overcame you.
“Who?” he asked as he pulled you into his chest holding you close as if he would never let go. “S.P.E.C.T.A.R.E” you said your vice threatening to break, “My father worked for them so I grew up with them, as he got old I filled his shoes, I was one of their assassins until S.H.I.E.L.D. recruited me and now they’re back.”
Sam held you even tighter, you escaped what you were born into to. He promised you that S.P.E.C.T.A.R.E was never going to get to, from that day on the Avengers had a new mission.
Pietro
You were in the kitchen, since it was your turn to cook dinner. Pietro was in the living room, he was looking through the mail that had arrived that day when he saw the loose page among all the envelopes. It read:
To Miss (y/n) (y/l/n)
This letter has been written on behalf of the commons Select committee to inform you that in light of recent events involving the Avengers and the leakage of S.H.I.E.L.D/H.Y.D.R.A. data, we have decided that you are to receive a royal pardon with regards to the incident which occurred on the 14th March 2007.
The incident involving the death of MI6 Operative Collingwood has been reviewed by the select committee. The decision to pardon you has been made on the basis of H.Y.D.R.A files eluding to the “Black Widow” serum and mind wiping similar to that of Sgt Barnes.
You will officially be pardoned on the 26th of next month.
Regards
Cassandra Valentine MP
Member of the commons select committee
He then understood, why you were so accepting of him, his sister and Bucky. It had happened to you too. All he could do was hug you.
Wanda
You were having a nightmare. You remembered your time in prison, the times you were beaten up. You remembered all the pain. You were reliving the moments in frightening detail. Wanda couldn’t wake you up. So she went into your head.
She gasped. Why the hell were you in prison? Out of curiosity she dove further into your memories. She saw you, a young reporter. She saw you investigating a story. You published it, despite a court injunction, the article was about institutionalised abuse of children in the care of an organisation that was funded by the government.
You were imprisoned for speaking out. Wanda was proud of you, you spoke up when everyone else was scared to. Because you spoke out, other people made their voices herd. You started a movement which lead to the collapse of the organisation. You were a hero to her.
Maria
S.H.I.E.L.D. ran annual background checks on people their agents were involved with. That is how Maria found out you had stolen a car. She was surprised that she had never known, she thought she knew everything about you, hell she knew that you were an active Kingsman Agent. It was when you returned home from a mission in Moscow that she confronted you.
You came through the living room door, looking flawless as always. Maria was sat at the dining table, the file sitting in front of her. “You never told me you were arrested for stealing a car” she said as you turned on the light. You sighed, “You knew bad shit happened before the Kingsmen arrived”.
You placed your bags in the bedroom, Maria followed you. You were too tired to deal with this know but it looked like you had no choice. “Yes I stole the car, if I didn’t he would have drove home drunk, the Kingsmen got the charges dropped before they recruited me” your tiredness was evident in your voice. Maria nodded, it wasn’t like she had done stupid things when she was young that put her on S.H.I.E.L.D.S recruitment list.
Natasha
You were just saying good bye to some of your friends who came over for dinner. They were all old friends whom you served with at MI6. James was the last to leave he was talking to Natasha as he put on his jacket. He stopped to look at you as he walked out, “You really have come a long way from the girl I was ordered to take out (y/n).” You smiled as you watched him walk away. You really had come far.
You felt Natasha’s head rest on your shoulder, “He was supposed to take you out” she said with a questioning tone. “He made a different call.” You said. As you closed the door to the house that you had just bought with Natasha. “You don’t have to talk about it if you don’t want to” she said as she wrapped her arms around your waist.
You looked into her eyes as you said, “I want to be honest with you” she nodded and led you into the living room. You sat on the sofa and she sat on your lap. “Well you know about the whole training and experimentation” Natasha nodded her head, her eyes fixed on you. “I never told you that the scientists were my parents”.
Natasha’s mouth fell open. She would never be able to understand how someone could do what they did to you to their own child. “I was their lab rat.” You took a deep breath, “I was about 14 and I already had the powers when they put me through another experiment, it resulted in me losing control. I killed them.” Natasha couldn’t stop herself from thinking that they deserved it.
“But (b/n), (o/b/n) and (s/n) they weren’t even 5 yet so I did what they trained me to do, I called up the clients they had lined up, and carried out jobs.” You paused slightly before saying, “I didn’t want to do it but I had to look after them.” Natasha understood what you meant. You were a contract killer, an assassin. She understood all too well.
“I got on the MI6 watch list by the time I was 16, so they sent James to take me out” You shook your head, it was so far removed from the life you lived now. “So he followed me home from a hit one day, and he found me trying to look after the three of them, so he took us all in to MI6.”
Natasha leaned her head against your chest. “You raised your siblings?” she asked. “Tried to” you replied as your mind wondered to all the times it got too much for you. “(b/n) is a teacher, (o/b/n) runs a bakery and (s/n) is a doctor, none of them have had to go through what you went through” Natasha said, “I think you did a great job.”