Family Tree

Steve x reader x Tony x Bucky

Parenting universe

Non-reader POV

"Hey, Roos! How was school?" Tony asked as Peter entered the lab.

"It was great, Dad!" Peter grinned, pulling his shoes off and taking his bag off. "I got an A on my Spanish test, Ned and I got the best table in the cafeteria today, and I saved a cat on patrol today!"

"Please, tell me you didn't bring it home with you," Tony begged. "Because we already have one demon cat."

"Don't worry. It was a little kids cat." Peter promised the man. "Hey, can I get your help with some homework?"

"Sure thing, kiddie. That sounds like something responsible that your pops would be happy about." Tony said as Peter sat across from him.

"He lecture you about responsibility again?" Peter guessed, pulling out a notebook.

"You stay awake for 72 hours a couple of times and forget to feed yourself once, and you're irresponsible." Tony rolled his eyes.

"If I say he's right, are you still going to help me with my homework?" Peter asked the man.

"No."

"Okay, then, pops is wrong, and how dare he?" Peter asked, causing Tony to smirk.

"Alright, what do ya got here, Roos?" Tony questioned as Peter flipped through the book.

"Okay, so it's family history month, and our social studies teacher is making us research our families," Peter explained. "She wants us to list our parents and then their parents and include one of your memories about them. She says it's to pass down memories through generations."

"So she only wants you to look through three generations of family?" Tony confirmed.

"Yeah, I think it's 'cos she's going on vacation next week, and our sub apparently has a long assignment for us," Peter told his father. "Anyway, I have my birth parents and Aunt May and Uncle Ben and stories for them, and I have you guys and your parents, but I just need your stories."

"You a need a story from me, about my parents? A good one?" Tony asked with a frown.

"It doesn't have to be about both your parents." Peter was quick to assure. "It can just be about one of them."

"Alright, then. A good memory." Tony mused, clicking his tongue. "No, that one has Howard. No, not that one. Oh, I have one! There was the time my mom taught me how to make her nonna's tagliatelle."

"Was that what you made for mom's birthday?" Peter asked.

"No, that was spaghetti aglio, olio e peperoncino." Tony smiled. "I haven't made her tagliatelle in years."

"Why not?" Peter asked as he began scribbling down notes.

"I don't know. To be honest, the last time I made it, me and Rhodey were really drunk and somehow thought it was a great idea to hand-make pasta."

"You hand made pasta with Uncle Rhodey while you were drunk?" Peter rose a brow.

"Don't add that in your paper," Tony warned. "But yes. We had bisnonna's pasta machine and at two a.m. decided to make her pasta."

"I think I'll just cut the story at you making pasta with nonna," Peter said, causing Tony to chuckle.

"Probably for the best." Tony nodded. "You know, I still have bisnonna's machine. Maybe this weekend I could teach you how to make her famous tagliatelle," Tony suggested.

"Really?" Peter grinned. "I'd love to, dad."

"Good. Great." Tony nodded. "So it's that all you need from me? 'Cos I've got different stories, some of them are even appropriate for spider-babies." He joked.

"That's all I need, dad." Peter quickly said. "Maybe this weekend you could tell me some of the more p.g. thirteen stories."

"I think we can manage that, bambino." Tony nodded. "Now, before you run off looking for your mom and other dads, you think you can give me a hand with something?"

"Of course, I can!" Peter nodded, jumping off his chair.

"Great! Because I have this new idea on how to improve your suit,"

Two hours later, Peter was running through the Tower's halls, in just his socks, until he slid into the training room where his fathers were training.

"Hey, pops! Hey dad!" Peter exclaimed as he burst through the doors.

"Shit!" Steve swore in surprise, being caught off guard by his son and then by Bucky pinning him to the mat.

"Ha! I win!" Bucky cheered before rolling off the blonde. "Hey, bud, what's up?" Bucky asked, smiling at Peter.

"I need your help," Peter said, moving towards the two.

"Where's the body?"

"Everything okay?"

"Everything's okay, and there is no body, pops." Peter rolled his eyes before sitting in front of the two, notebook in hand. "I need your help with homework."

"Oh, Pete, maybe you should find Tony because I don't understand the math they're teaching nowadays," Bucky told the teenager.

"It's not math, pops. I have a family tree assignment. I just need a good memory from the two of you about your families." Peter said. "Good stories."

"I don't remember a lot about my childhood," Bucky said, his face adopting a look of concentration.

"Don't strain yourself, Buck," Steve said, placing his hand on the other man's shoulder.

"I'm not," Bucky grunted. "I remember four girls younger than me."

"I did some research. You had four younger sisters. Rebecca, Elizabeth, Margret, and Lilith." Peter told him.

"All complete trouble makers." Steve smiled.

"I used to bribe Rebecca," Bucky said slowly. "But I can't remember why."

"You used to bribe you after she caught you smoking." Steve filled in the blanks.

"You were a smoker, pops?" Peter asked the brunette."

"Oh, big time." Steve chuckled. "Buck used to sneak out and buy a pack every couple of days. Then when Rebecca would catch him, he'd have to bribe her with his quarters."

"She taught that trick to the other three," Bucky remembered with a smile, the tension slowly melting out of his body.

"What about you, dad? Do you have any good stories I can use for my assignment?"

"Uh, okay. Well, I only had my mother growing up, and she immigrated from Ireland when he was twenty. So, when I was a kid, she had to take me to the store with her because no one could ever understand her accent." Steve told his son with a smile. "The workers would ask her a question, and without a word, she'd turn to me and get me to answer."

"Do you know any Irish, dad?" Peter wondered.

"I'm a bit rusty, but I still know a couple bits and pieces." Steve nodded.

"Cool! Do you think you could teach me?" Peter asked.

"Of course, I can bud." Steve smiled. "When do you want to start learning?"

"Now, if that's alright."

"Of course, it is, Pete. Maybe some of it will get through Buck's thick skull too." Steve teased.

"Oh, that's it," Bucky said before tackling a laughing Steve once more.

Reader POV

"Hey, mama!" Peter called, causing you to look up from where you were cleaning your gun.

"Hey, detka." You smiled as he came to sit on the ground beside you. "What's up?"

"So, I've got this assignment from school," Peter started.

"Detka, I understand a lot of things, but if this has something to do with science, please go see your dad." You begged.

"It's not science, mama," Peter promised you with a smile. "We've got a family tree project, where we need to add our parents, their family and then get a story from them about growing up. I've got everyone finished but you."

"A family tree."

"Yeah, I've got you and Aunt Tasha, but just need your parents and a story about growing up," Peter told you. "I know your childhood wasn't good because of the Red Room, but I wanted to make sure you were included. It doesn't have to be about your childhood if you want."

"That's very sweet, Peter." You smiled. "But, there was a time in my childhood that wasn't all darkness."

"Really?"

"Hm. I was adopted when I was two, and for the next four years, I lived with my parents, Nat, and my twin sister."

"You have a twin?" Peter asked in surprise.

"Well, not technically. Yelena and I were in the orphanage together when we were young. We were the same age, and one day, we were adopted together, except it wasn't into a real family. The Red Room adopted us.

I think we were with a group of girls for a couple of days before we were chosen for an assignment.

We were chosen to be a part of a family. We were to come to America and pose as the perfect family, like normal kids, while our 'parents' stole from SHIELD." You told Peter.

"But you said this was a good time."

"Because it was. Melina and Alexi became m parents. They raised me, Yelena and Nat, for four years. The two never treated us like we were soldiers or agents. We were just their kids." You said, struggling to keep your voice level. "They loved us. They loved me."

"What happened to them?"

"The mission ended. Me and Lena were six, and Natasha was ten when SHIELD caught up with us. We escaped, but mama was shot. She was barely able to say goodbye before the Red Room was taking her away. I don't know what happened to my father. The last thing I remember was him telling us we were his girls and how tough we were before we were taken away." You said, biting the inside of your lip to keep yourself from crying. "And I don't know what happened to Lena. They separated us when we got back to the Red Room, and I haven't seen her since we were children."

"Oh, mama," Peter whispered, beginning to cry as he wrapped his arms around you.

"But you see, I have the memories with me always. I have four years of good childhood memories, and it's because of them." You said, wrapping your arms around your child. "I'm the person I am today because of them. And I found Natty, and then I found your fathers, and I found you. So, it's not all bad."

"I'm sorry, mama," Peter whispered. "I shouldn't have asked you about this."

"It's okay, detka." You promised, running your fingers through his curls. "This family is tainted in blood and pain, but sometimes light can be found, even when you're drowning. I want you to remember that. It's done me well over the years."

"You're quiet tonight, sweetheart," Steve commented as you made yourself a bowl of ice cream that night.

"Hm? Oh, sorry."

"No, you don't need to apologise, Y/N. I'm just saying you look like you got something on your mind." He explained himself.

"Just thinking about something." You said, dumping half a bag of chocolate chips into your bowl.

"Want to share?"

"Peter came to me today about his family tree assignment. I told him about Ohio." You admitted. "And I can't, get them off my mind."

"Sweetheart," Steve said, moving to your side.

"What happened to them, Steve?" You asked, turning to him with your eyes burning. "Did my mother die? What became of Yelena? And what about my father? What happened to him?"

"Sweetheart, breath." Steve cooed, pulling you into his arms as you began to cry.

"Why do bad things always happen?" You asked, clutching at Steve's shirt. "Why couldn't I just grow up like everyone else? Why did I have to lose the first family I'd ever had?"

"I don't know, sweetheart." Steve sighed, rubbing his hand up and down your back. "I don't know why these things happen. I can't give you an answer for this."

"I just want my family. I want to have been a normal kid, to have grown up with my parents and my sisters. I just want to have been normal." You sobbed.

"I'm sorry, sweetheart." Steve soothed, still holding you tightly.

Non-reader POV

Unbeknownst to Y/N and Steve, Peter had overheard his mother's breakdown.

In the many years he'd known his mother, he'd seen her cry twice before, and every time it made his stomach hurt.

The next day Peter stood in the elevator after school debating his next move.

"FRIDAY, can you take me to Aunt Tasha?" He asked, shuffling from foot to foot.

"Of course, Peter." FRIDAY chirped before the elevator began to move.

"Hey, malen'kiy pauk." Natasha smiled, pausing the movie she was watching. "What's up?"

"I just had a quick question for you," Peter said, sitting beside Natasha. "I just wanted to know if you could help me with something for mom," Peter told his aunt.

"What kind of favour? Because your mother can bury her own bodies, you know?" Natasha joked.

"Nothing like that," Peter promised. "I was wondering if you had any pictures of your parents or Yelena."

"What?"

"Yeah. I'd just want to make some copies for mom. I thought it might be a nice surprise."

"Peter, that family was fake. It was twenty-three years ago. Of course, I don't have any photos." Natasha said, moving over to her liquor cabinet.

"Aunt Nat."

"Peter."

"You came out of that family, aunt Tash," Peter said. "Mom too, and she loves you. It doesn't matter to her how you met because you're her sister. She told me that she's happy that you two found each other again."

"Fine. I got a sister out of that family, but everyone else is gone." Natasha relented.

But Peter wasn't buying his aunt's words. It wasn't his spidery sense that was going off. He just knew that Natasha wasn't telling the truth.

"They're alive?" Peter asked, causing the woman to freeze.

"No," Natasha responded immediately.

"You're not sure," Peter said, rising to a stand. "You're not telling me something."

"Peter, be careful what pasts you try to unbury. You might be digging up bodies." Natasha said, pouring herself a shot of vodka, which she promptly downed.

"You're deflecting, aunt Nat." Peter continued. "You can stop lying to me because every time you do, my sense goes off."

"Stupid spider-sense." Natasha rolled her eyes. "Fine. Do you want the truth? I don't know if any of them are alive."

"Lie."

"I'm not sure, Peter," Natasha said, pulling an envelope out from underneath a dark bottle of liquor before throwing it to the teen.

"Is this, is this you?" Peter asked, staring at the photos in his hands.

"With the blue hair." Natasha nodded. "That's your mom next to me, and the little blonde on her lap is Yelena." She told him. "Alexi and Melina took us to a carnival one year, and I haven't seen those photos since we left Ohio."

"Where did you get them?" Peter asked, staring at the faces of his smiling mother and her sisters.

"Turn it over."

"'So young, so innocent. How the times change.'" Peter read before squinting at the next line. "I can't read that."

"It's Hungarian. An address in Budapest. It's a safe house that I've used far too often." Natasha shook her head.

"Isn't that the point of a safe house?" Peter asked, cocking his head to the side.

"Not when you rent it from someone who deals things to other spies." Natasha scoffed.

"You think this is a trap?" Peter questioned the woman.

"Possibly. It could be someone connected to the past. Maybe someone one of us hurt." Natasha shrugged.

"But it could be Yelena, or it could be your parents," Peter said optimistically.

"The risk outweighs the reward, malen'kiy pauk." Natasha sighed.

"So, you've known there's a chance your sister is alive, and you didn't say anything? You didn't give mom a say in all this?" Peter confirmed.

"It's like you said, Pete. I'm her sister, her older sister. It's my job to keep her safe." Natasha told the boy.

"No offence, aunt Nat, but that's kinda shitty," Peter said, flushing at speaking to one of his family members in such a way. "Mom's her own person, and she can make her own choices. And she can keep herself safe. She deserves to know about this."

"Peter,"

"But it's your secret," Peter said, raising his hands. "I won't be the one to tell her. But I think she's gonna find out. She always knows when someone lies to her. Thanks for the chat, aunt Nat." Peter said before rushing from the room.

Natasha watched as her nephew rushed into the elevator and let out a sigh when the doors closed.

He has a point. Natasha thought as she poured herself another drink. Damn, the kid has a point.

Reader POV

"Y/N, we need to talk," Natasha said as she appeared behind you.

"What did you do?" You asked, barely looking up from the carrots you were chopping. "Because if you've got someone's blood everywhere again, I am not helping you clean it."

"Y/N, I need you to put the knife down for this." Natasha ignored your statement.

"Now, I'm keeping it in my hand." You said, fully turning to face your sister. "What happened?"

"Our family might be alive."

"That's a possibility, yes."

"No. Our family might be alive in a way that someone sent me a photo of Yelena and us." Natasha clarified. "And they gave me an address about where to meet them."

"Show me." You demanded, and Natasha handed you a familiar photo. "When did you get this?"

"Someone put it in one of my P.O. boxes a week ago," Natasha told you.

"So, for a week, you've been sitting on this? For an entire week, you've kept quiet about the fact our family could be trying to contact us?" You asked, taking a step towards your sister.

"The knife, Y/N." Natasha reminded you calmly as she stayed in place.

"You're lucky it's not in your head right now!" You exclaimed, throwing the weapon to the ground. "You had no right to keep this from me!"

"I was trying to protect you."

"I'm twenty-eight years old, Natasha! I can take care of myself!" You yelled. "Our sister, our parents, could be alive, and you didn't tell me? Why? Why would you do that?"

"It wasn't real, Y/N. You know that. That family wasn't real."

"It was real to me!" You screamed. "That was my family! They were my parents! Yelena was my sister, just like you are! I've spent almost twenty years wondering what happened to any of them! And instead of telling me, they've contacted you, that I could see them again, you kept it to yourself!"

"I know, I'm an awful person. I should've told you sooner, but I didn't want you to be hurt if isn't what we think it is, and if it is them, then I didn't want you to be hurt if they're not what you remember them to be." Natasha told you. "You were a child, Y/N. You don't remember the mission as I do. You never got to see Melina and Alexi planning their next move. You didn't see it like I did."

"You grew up in that house with me. You were there for birthdays, Easter, and Christmas's with them. Alexi dyed your hair for you because it was what you wanted. Melina set your broken fingers after you punched the tree I broke my collarbone falling out of. And Yelena was never anything more than our sister, and she loved us. They all did, and I know it." You panted. "That was our family, and if there's even a slim chance it's them contacting us, I'm going to check it out." You told the woman.

"And if it's not them? What are you going to do if you're walking into a trap?"

"Then I'm going to kill whoever sent it. And I'm going to come home to what family I have left." You said.

"Y/N,"

"And that still includes you, you know? Because as much as I want to strangle you right now, you are still my sister. You are my sister, and it is because of that family we are sisters." You reminded her. "So you can say that family wasn't real, but that family was as real as this one."

"Y/N. You shouldn't do this alone." Natasha sighed.

"Watch me." You said, crossing your arms.

"I'm gonna have a front-row seat when I come with you, aren't I?"

"And why would you want to go now?"

"It's my job, isn't it? I gotta keep an eye out for my little sisters." Natasha told you.

"Okay. Okay, great." You nodded. "Get packed. We leave in the morning." You said before turning on your heel.

"Y/N, have you thought this through?" Steve asked as you packed your suitcase.

"Not all the way." You told him, putting three guns into your bag. "Should I get another gun?"

"Four's better than three," Bucky said from where he stood in the doorway.

"Good point." You nodded, throwing another into your bag.

"Take your bites," Tony said, throwing you your widow bites case. "Freshly upgraded, nothing but the best."

"Thank you, med." You kissed the man's cheek before gently placing the case into your bag.

"Hang on," Steve said, drawing your attention back to him. "Y/N, you just said you haven't thought this through."

"Not all the way." You corrected the blonde.

"You don't know if this is a trap." Steve tried to reason with you. "This could be a trap."

"But it could be my family." You countered. "Steve, I can't take the chance that it is them and not go."

"Is everything okay?" Peter asked, now standing behind Bucky. "Are you going on a mission, mama? Can I come?"

"You're still on prohabtion for lyign about getting shot on patrol." Tony warned the teen.

"That was weeks ago!"

"And you're lucky you're still allowed to patrol."

"It's not a mission, Pete. Nat told me about the note." You told your son. "We talked,"

"You screamed at her." Bucky cut in.

"Loudly." Tony added.

"We talked and ecided to check it out. The worst-case scenario is we take out someone who wants to hurt us down the line." You said.

"Someone who could hurt you now." Steve muttered.

"Stevie, I'm a big girl. I can take care of myself. Hell, I save your ass every other mission." You reminded the blonde.

"I know."Steve sighed. "I just wish you'd let one of us tag along."

"Sister trip. You'd ruin the mood, Stevie." You teased before turning back to the teenager standing beside his father. "We're leaving in the morning, and if everything goes well, we should be back by the end of the week."

"Oh, okay." Peter nodded. "You're sure you want to do this alone?"

"God, you take after Steve when it comes to worrying." You teased your son, walking over to him and pulling him into your arms. "I am going to be fine. I've trained for worse, and I'll have Nat with me. I am going to come home without a scratch on me. I promise." You said, pressing a kiss to Peter's curls.

"I know, but you're my mama. I don't like it when you get hurt." Peter mumbled.

"Think about that sentence and reverse it to us when you act stupid on patrol." You told the teen, causing him to crack a small smile. "Everything's going to be okay." You said, looking at your son and then your partners. "By the end of the week I'll know what I need to and everything should be fine."

PART 2 COMING SOON.