Family Matters
DGW: This will be a shorter chapter due to a lack of sleep and midterms.
It was a peaceful day in New York.
The sun was shining, birds were singing, Batroc the Leaper was currently having his legs broken by a five foot six inches tall twunk and his five foot five inches tall muscular friend.
Why was Y/N Creed currently beating the French villain's main form of transport into a fine powder? Other than the obvious fact of him being French of course. Why don't we listen and find out?
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"You two bit freak! You just had to terrorize the train station today! You could have done it any day of the week, Captain America doesn't have things to do on Thursday's! Do you know how expensive it is to buy a fast track train ticket from this place to half way across town? I'm in Med School!"
Y/N picked Batroc up by the back of his shirt before throwing him into a wall, knocking him out.
"Better?" Illyana asked.
Y/N exhaled before reaching down to Batroc's body and taking his wallet, removing all the cash.
"Yeah, yeah I'm good."
Illyana watched as Y/N stood up from the defeated villain, the adrenaline still buzzing in the air as he pocketed the cash. She leaned against the wall, her arms folded, an amused smile curling on her lips. "You know, you really do have a way of making everything more... interesting," she remarked, her tone dripping with sarcasm.
Y/N let out a sigh, rubbing his temples, clearly aware that time was ticking. "Yeah, well, interesting doesn't always pay the bills. I'm already late for the dinner with my family, so now I've gotta make up for that. They're going to freak when I walk in."
Illyana raised an eyebrow. "Your mom's promotion dinner, right? The big family celebration?" She watched him carefully, the teasing in her voice softening. "What's the rush? They'll be fine. It's just dinner, after all."
Y/N shook his head, the frustration clear in his expression. "You don't get it. I love my family. They've been there for me, even when I didn't deserve it. I can't just show up late and act like it's no big deal."
She tilted her head, considering his words. "Yeah, well, you're the one always running around saving people, right? I'm sure they get it."
Y/N paused, looking over at her. "You'd think, but I always end up feeling like I'm disappointing them. They try so hard, and I—" He stopped himself, the words catching in his throat for a moment. "I don't want to be the screw-up who lets everyone down."
Illyana's gaze softened, something unspoken passing between them. She pushed off the wall, stepping closer, her tone quieter now. "Listen, I get it. Trust me. But you know what? You're not just your mistakes. You're trying, and that counts for more than you think."
Y/N chuckled dryly, running a hand through his hair. "Yeah, I guess you're right. I just wish I didn't have to keep trying so hard. I'm four years older than Miles yet he's already a genius. How can I be a good brother if all I do is show up late and make excuses?"
Illyana's lips curled into a knowing smile. "Miles loves you, plus he knows you're busy with college and doesn't hold it against you. Don't worry so much about being the perfect sibling. Just show up, be there when it counts, and they'll get it."
Y/N thought about it for a moment, the weight of her words settling over him. His family meant everything to him—he'd been through a lot before, and they were the ones who kept him grounded. And despite all the chaos in his life, despite the mistakes he'd made, he knew they'd still be there, waiting for him.
"Thanks, Illyana," he said quietly, meeting her gaze. "I guess I needed to hear that."
She waved him off, her usual teasing smirk back in full force. "Don't mention it. Just don't get yourself into any more trouble tonight. At least, not before dinner."
Y/N grinned, his usual playful demeanor returning. "I can't promise that, but I'll try."
With that, he turned and headed toward the subway, feeling a little lighter than before. Illyana's words stuck with him—maybe he wasn't perfect, but he didn't need to be. He just had to be there for the people who mattered most.
As Y/N walked away, Illyana leaned against the wall, watching him go. She knew all too well the pressure of being the "perfect" one, the weight of living up to expectations. But maybe, just maybe, the messiness was what made people real. And Y/N, for all his chaotic moments, was more than just his mistakes. He was someone who cared.
"Good luck, Y/N," she muttered under her breath, a rare softness in her voice. "You've got this."
The two stared in silence for a second before Y/N spoke up.
"This is so gay."
"You ruined the moment, you ass."
"Hey at least I have one."
"You furry fuck!"
Y/N didn't know how, but somehow he woke up a block away from his house, the imprint of Illyana's sword on his face.
As Y/N groggily pushed himself up from the pavement, he winced, reaching up to touch his face where Illyana's sword had left its mark. "Damn," he muttered. "She really doesn't hold back."
Glancing at his phone, his eyes widened in horror. He was even later now.
"Shit, shit, shit," he hissed, stuffing his phone back into his pocket before taking off in a full sprint. With his enhanced speed, it barely took him a few seconds to reach the Morales household, but those few seconds still weren't enough to prepare him for what was coming.
He landed on the front stoop, trying to catch his breath before knocking. Before he could, though, the door swung open.
Miles stood there, arms crossed, unimpressed. "You're late."
Y/N swallowed hard, glancing past him to see Jefferson sitting on the couch, clearly waiting for him. Rio was in the kitchen, and Billie was already half-asleep in her high chair. "Uh... yeah. Sorry about that, I—"
"Don't even bother," Miles interrupted, stepping aside so Y/N could enter. "Ma made extra food. You're lucky she still likes you."
Y/N sighed in relief, stepping inside and kicking off his shoes. "You wound me, hermano. Here I am, busting my ass to make it to this dinner, and all I get is shade."
"You reek of blood and subway grime," Miles deadpanned. "Mom is going to flip."
Before Y/N could respond, Rio's voice rang out from the kitchen. "Y/N! Mijo, come here!"
Y/N flinched. This was it. His death. He cast a last glance at Miles, who just grinned and patted his shoulder. "Good luck, man."
Swallowing his pride, Y/N made his way into the kitchen, preparing for whatever lecture was about to come.
"Hey, Ma—"
"¿Por qué estás tan tarde, niño?" Rio cut him off immediately, hands on her hips. "I made your favorite, and you're running in here looking like you wrestled an alligator!"
"Technically, it was a Frenchman," Y/N muttered under his breath.
Rio narrowed her eyes. "¿Qué dijiste?"
"Nothing, nothing! Look, I'm sorry, okay?" He quickly threw on his most charming, apologetic smile. "Got caught up in some... EMT work."
Jefferson, who had been quietly watching, let out a skeptical snort. "Uh-huh. EMT work. That why you have a sword imprint on your face?"
Y/N winced. Damn, he noticed. "Okay, technically that was a separate issue."
Rio sighed, rubbing her temples. "Mijo... we worry about you, you know that?"
Y/N's usual sarcasm died down as he looked at her. "I know," he said, a little softer this time. "I really do. And I swear I didn't mean to be late. It's just... life's messy sometimes."
Rio studied him for a moment before sighing and pulling him into a tight hug. "Just... be careful, okay?"
Y/N nodded against her shoulder. "Yeah, yeah, I will."
As she finally let go, she patted his cheek, giving him a pointed look. "Now sit down and eat. You look like you haven't had a proper meal in days."
Y/N grinned. "Ma, please, I eat plenty."
From the living room, Miles called out, "Bro, I literally watched you eat a single slice of cheese between two slices of bread for lunch."
Y/N slowly turned to look at Miles, betrayal in his eyes.
Jefferson shook his head, muttering, "Damn kids," as he went back to his seat.
Y/N went to sit down at the table, finally allowing himself to relax. Yeah, life was messy. But somehow, in moments like this, surrounded by his family, it didn't seem so bad.
As they all prepared to eat, Miles whispered quietly to Y/N, "You look like you lost."
"I didn't lose, I just wasn't—"
"You lost," Miles cut in, smirking.
Y/N scowled, flicking his brother's forehead. "Shut up."
Miles laughed, dodging another flick as he grabbed Y/N's plate from his hands. "C'mon, man, sit down before Ma drags you to a hospital."
Y/N did as he was told, dropping into the chair next to Billie's highchair. The little girl blinked up at him, cheeks full of mashed potatoes. Then, very deliberately, she grabbed a fistful of them and smacked them onto his arm.
"...Thanks, Bee," Y/N muttered.
Billie giggled.
Rio sighed but smiled, shaking her head. "Alright, let's eat before the food gets cold."
As the family settled into dinner, Y/N felt the tension ease from his shoulders. Yeah, he was late. Yeah, he looked like he lost a fight with a steel pipe. But he was here.
And for now, that was enough.
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After dinner, Miles, Rio, and Y/N stood in the kitchen cleaning up —Jefferson was putting Billie to bed.
As they cleaned, Rio continued to grill Y/N.
"I just—things got busy. I didn't mean to be late, and I hate making you guys worry."
Rio exhaled, shaking her head before stepping forward and pulling him into a quick but tight hug. "Ay, mi amor, just try to be careful. You know we're always going to be here for you, right?"
Y/N nodded, relaxing slightly. "Yeah, I know."
She pulled back, inspecting his face with motherly scrutiny. "You look exhausted. Have you been eating properly? And not just cheese sandwiches."
Y/N opened his mouth to respond, but she shot him a warning look, and he wisely shut it again.
"Miles," she called over her shoulder. "Dile a tu hermano that he needs real food in his life!"
Miles, standing over the sink as he washed the dishes, smirked. "Oh, I tell him all the time, Ma. He just lives off caffeine and spite."
Y/N rolled his eyes but wisely didn't argue. "I'm fine, I swear."
"Mm-hmm." Rio didn't look convinced but let it go, for now. Then, as if remembering something, she perked up and gave him a sly smile. "And speaking of food, I was just asking Miles about something while we were cooking."
Y/N raised a brow. "Oh yeah? What's that?"
"Your love life," she said casually, turning back to scrub the pot on the stove.
Y/N nearly choked on air. "I—my what?"
"You heard me," she said with an innocent smile. "You've been away at school, working all the time... but surely you've met someone, no?"
Miles snorted, enjoying this way too much. "Yeah, Y/N, tell her. Got a girl back at school? A boyfriend, maybe?"
"Don't help," Y/N shot back before looking at Rio, who was watching him expectantly. "Uh, no. I mean, I've been busy—really busy."
Rio sighed dramatically. "¡Ay, mijo! All that charm and no one to share it with? That's a crime."
"I don't think it's illegal, Ma."
"It should be," she muttered. "I just want you to be happy, Y/N. And dating isn't a bad thing! Maybe you should let me set you up. Do you remember my friend Mrs. Tremaine? She has a daughter in law school by the name of Alice."
Y/N groaned, rubbing his face. "Oh God."
Miles grinned. "Oh, this is amazing."
"You shut up," Y/N shot at him before turning back to Rio. "Listen, I appreciate the... uh, enthusiasm, but I'm really okay. No time, remember? Med school, work, being a mutant—hard to fit dating in between all that."
Rio tsked. "Excuses, excuses. You're young, you should enjoy yourself!"
Y/N sighed but couldn't help the small smile tugging at his lips. "Maybe one day, Ma. But for now? Can we just clean?"
That answer seemed to satisfy her, and she hummed, shaking her head with fond exasperation. "Fine, fine. But don't think I won't ask again."
"Oh, I never doubted that for a second."
Miles snickered as Rio turned back to the pot, and Y/N leaned against the counter, shaking his head. It was moments like this—small, chaotic, filled with love—that reminded him why he always fought to come home.
Even if it meant dodging questions about his love life.
DGW: Thank you all for reading. I'm sorry if the personalities are off, I'm going off the comics and movie versions and using the Wiki.
Suggest Love Interests Here:
Suggested Love Interests: Laura Kinney, Wanda Maximoff, Quake, Rouge, Magik
Love interests I won't do: Rio Morales, Miss Marvel
Word Count: 2317
Credits: Story Inspired by WritingFiend999 , i haven't read all their stories but they're unique and interesting.
the MC is based boff of Chainsaw man (the series not the character) and Miriko from MHA