This could be a spoiler for those who haven't seen CW, so content is below the cut so you can pass on by!  I used this version of the reader in my CW story and after I saw the movie, I thought about her a bit. She's actually my fave version of any of my stories.

I used the reader characterization from here: "We Are Not Soldiers" in Book One

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Tony's chopper landed amidst the falling rain, the reflection of his mood within it not lost on him as the engine came to a quiet while the doors above closed and the rain was blocked. He mournfully exited and followed Ross into the Raft, knowing that he was about to face his former teammates, his friends, and you, his sister. The pain in his expression was missed by no one, even guards who had never met him before and would have no idea of the man that Tony was. They wouldn't know how much this was hurting him, or how much he regretted everything; how much all he wanted was to tell Ross where to shove his Accords, but he was now bound by them and unable to free himself from the shackles he had placed on himself.

"She's here, right?" he asked Ross as they entered the circle of maximum security cells. "She was retrieved from the airport?"

"She's here," Ross replied flatly. "But you might not like what you're about to see, and just know that I don't give a damn."

Tony's mind began to race with what that could mean. Were you injured, or even worse, was he walking to a viewing of your corpse? He would never forgive himself for either, for dragging you into the middle of this when his promise to always protect you had failed so miserably. He would never forgive Steve for the same, but more so because he wasn't here now; he wasn't here fighting to free you, to take you somewhere safe. No one knew where Steve was, and his disregard for you in this moment was something that Tony would never let go.

He saw Wanda first, her face pale and her eyes darker than he had ever seen them. She looked back at him with a hollowness and a lack of emotion or seeming recognition; she was cold and distant and nothing like the last time he had seen her. Her fire was gone, lost in the restraints placed on her and the sedatives coursing through her veins to control her mind. Tony's heart began to race at the sight, frightened of what they may have done to you.

He passed by Clint, ignoring the barrage of insults that he knew he deserved coming from his cell, moving quickly past Scott and Sam to get to you.

"Stay away from her," Sam growled. "If you so much as try to touch her, I swear to God-"

"What?" Tony spat, turning angrily and storming up to the bars that held your friend. "What will you do? You're locked up behind max security, if you hadn't noticed, and I'm not scared in the least."

"I'm not the one you need to be afraid of, Stark."

"Oh," Tony huffed, "you mean Steve? I have to be afraid of Steve? I don't see him here, do you? You haven't been in lock up long enough to be hallucinating yet."

"Your people did this to her, and he'll never forgive you."

"Did what?" he became panicked, "what did they do?" He pushed from the bars and hurried forward down the line until he saw you. Your cell was filled with machines beeping and monitors watching your vitals, but you were completely sedated and unconscious. Tony leaned in as close as he could, his body and mind filling with desperation to connect with you now, with the images of fighting you at the airport barraging him relentlessly. "Wilson, what did they do?"

"They restrained her, but it wasn't enough. She went off the rails and began projecting, knocking everyone out," Sam replied quietly. "I tried to tell her to stop, but she wouldn't listen." He took a deep breath and turned away, pressing his back to the glass wall with his arms tightly folded over his chest and his head hanging with both exhaustion and regret. "Three guards didn't make it when their hearts stopped. They couldn't touch her, obviously, so they took her down with an ICER, but her mind was still active. They couldn't control her so they had to knock her out enough to slow her brain."

"(Y/N)..." Tony whispered, though he knew you couldn't hear him. "Sam, tell me...why was she acting out so violently? That's not her. That's not my sister. I know that there's more to this that you're not telling me."

"She heard..." he paused, clearing his throat, "she heard your voice over Ross' comm. She heard you agree to the shoot-on-sight order against Steve."

"Fuck."

"Ya think?"

Tony slammed his fist against the glass and turned, furious at the control taken over you, but also filled with rage at the situation that had brought his family to this. His own self-hatred was child's play now in comparison to his hatred towards Steve; he was putting his friend before you, and that was unacceptable and unforgivable.

"Hey, whatever you're gonna do, you might want to rethink it!" Sam called out to him as Tony stormed away. "You're not gonna want to wake her up!"

Tony stopped in his tracks and turned slowly, the fear of Sam's answer building in him; he could feel the familiar surge of adrenaline and electrifying surges of fear through his mind that precipitated a panic attack. "Why?" he asked cautiously.

"They had to do this to her to stop her from coming after you. She wasn't gonna stop until you were dead, Stark."

Part 2

Fight it.

Wake up, (Y/N). Wake. Up. You have to stop him. Wake up.

But I'm so tired.

He's going to kill him. Wake up.

I can't let that happen. I have to stop him.

Your mind was trying to push through the medicated haze that had gripped it and push it's way back to consciousness, but it felt like an uphill battle that had no pinnacle in sight.

(Y/N), you need to do this. Steve needs you.

Steve needs you.

Sam's head snapped towards your cell at the frantic increase in beeping from your monitors and the sudden alarm sounding as you ripped your breathing tube from your throat with a severe and burning cough. "(Y/N)? (Y/N), stand down!" His body began to fill with panic, pressing himself against the glass to try to see you. "(Y/N), answer me! This isn't going to help anyone!"

"What's she doing?" Clint yelled to him, struggling to turn enough to see you, gasping when he saw the guards beginning to rush in. "Sam?"

Your teammates silenced when the guards stopped in front of your cell, their attack postures diminishing and dropping their guns to the floor at their sides. "That's right, boys, relax with me," you whispered. "You want to let me out, don't you? You feel guilt for locking me away when all I want to do is to save my husband. What I need you to feel right now is compassion, and to let me out."

"(Y/N), come on..." Sam pleaded again with no reply.

One of the nameless guards stepped forward and released the security field from your cell and opened the door, allowing your escape. You reached down and took two of their guns as you passed by towards the exit to the control room, where you hoped to face your brother once and for all. "Sam, I can't let you out, I'm sorry. You'll only try to stop me, and you know that I'm only doing what I have to do."

The doors opened and another set of guards was standing ready with their weapons drawn on you; Ross was standing against the far wall and behind their shield, with Tony at his side.

"Step aside, gentlemen," you said calmly, projecting it to them. "Let's all just stay calm here, and you won't get hurt. You aren't my target today."

"Sweetheart, please stand down," Tony said as soothingly as he could through his fear and tremulous voice. "Things are happening that you don't know, and if you'll let me explain-"

"I've done nothing but let you explain and all I ever hear is rhetoric and bullshit and lies that only dig your grave deeper. Stop lying to me."

"I'm not, (Y/N) I swear, I'm not." Tony pushed past Ross and towards you despite the fear that was building within him, knowing that if you wanted it to happen, you could control his response and his body against his will. When you swung your arm forward from behind, with a gun in hand, he finally stopped his advance. "Honey, come on."

"You're not the only one who can follow a shoot-on-sight command, Tony."

"Take control!" The General commanded, but his men didn't move. "That's an order!"

"Yes, I'm sure it is, sir," you interjected coolly. "I'm sure they would follow it if they felt the need to do so, but they do what I feel is right now. That doesn't include taking orders from you."

"Ross, clear the room."

"Excuse me, who do you think you-"

"Clear. The. Room." Tony repeated with more authority, never taking his eyes from you. "This is a family matter. It's personal." He finally turned away and towards Ross, moving close to speak quietly under his breath. "Consider it a safety measure for your men if that makes you feel better. You know this could end badly and I refuse to let you hurt her anymore than you already have."

The two men stood silently for a moment as you watched, your weapon still drawn, waiting for someone to back down. Finally, and clearly reluctantly, the General pulled his men from the room and closed the door behind him.

"(Y/N) think about this!" Clint called out, banging on the cell glass. "This isn't helping Cap! Killing Tony won't make this right!"

"What are you going to do, Tony?" you said softly, completely ignoring Barton's continued pleas to stop. "Are you going to kill Steve? I need an answer, and I'll know if you're lying to me."

"No, (Y/N). I'm not going to kill Steve. That was never my plan, you should know that." He took a cautious step forward, but you reset your stance and he stopped. "(Y/N), please, stop aiming that at me."

"Convince me to."

Tony reached down and tapped a few commands into his watch and waited, looking back to you after a moment, "I've just taken the 'A' out of their 'AV'. We've got about 30 seconds before they realize it's not their equipment. Look." A hologram of a man lying dead in a bathtub appeared in front of Tony, and he watched for your reaction.

"Who's that?"

"That is the man who was supposed to interview Barnes. Sweetheart, I need to know where Steve is. Maybe his story isn't so crazy after all, and if it's true, he's gonna need all the help he can get."

You were suddenly torn between wanting to incapacitate Tony to keep him away from Steve and wanting to help your brother make things right. If Steve was in more danger than what Tony himself could bring, then you had to weigh the options of which was worse. You wanted to believe him, and when you finally allowed yourself to look up at him again, the look in his eyes gave you your answer.

"I'll tell you where he is, but with conditions."

"Go."

"You go alone, and as a friend."

"Easy."

"And you take me with you."

Part 3

"Did he give you any information on Rogers?" Ross called out to Tony as he made his way back to his helicopter, following him eagerly and step for step.

"He told me to go to hell, but I'm going back to the compound instead." Tony grabbed your arm and helped you up into your seat and waited for you to secure your safety belt before turning back to Ross. "If you need anything, just give me a call, but I'll probably just put you on hold. I love to watch the light blink," he smiled, quickly closing the door behind him before he could get a response that he normally would've loved to see.

"Now that you're a government stooge, that attitude is going to get you into trouble someday, Tony," you said with a heavy tone, watching out the window as the chopper took off rather than looking at him. "Maybe even get you one of these luxury rooms here at this zero-star hotel."

"I didn't put you here, (Y/N)," he growled in reply, equally determined to not look your way. "You put you here. Steve put you here. This isn't on me."

"You're kidding me, right? This is definitely on both of you. You took off and left me behind, but yet you have the balls to chastise Steve for doing the same?"

"I'm just doing what has to be done! I can't help that you made the wrong choice."

"The wrong choice?" you snapped back, finally turning to look at him and throwing off your seatbelt to stand over him. "The wrong choice was made because you forced me to! You forced me to choose between my brother and my husband and actually expected me to do it! You're such an asshole!"

"I know!"

You paused with your mouth agape and absolutely no comeback coming to mind. His eyes were so sad even in his angry retort, and you didn't know what to say to the pain that you were seeing.

"I am an asshole, I completely agree with you, sweetheart," he replied quietly, casting his gaze back out the window. "Listen, I know that this is an epic disaster and I'm leading the wrecking crew here, but I believe in what I'm doing. I'm just trying to stave off something worse."

"You're tearing the family apart," you whispered, returning to your seat. "Both of you. And not just the three of us, Tony. The Avengers are broken."

"You don't think that I know that too?"

~~~

Steve and Bucky had been searching the frozen base for a short time before you and Tony arrived, stopping when they heard the heavy metal doors behind them begin to shift. Bucky swung around and held his rifle steady with Steve bringing the shield up to guard them from whatever was on the other side. The metal scraped and groaned at the force of Tony's hands prying it apart, and you struggled to cover your ears from the painfully piercing sound. When he finally had them open, you had a clear view of your two teammates, who looked as equally surprised to see you as you and Tony were to finally find them.

"Captain, you seem a little defensive," Tony began, slowly walking towards the pair.

"Well, it's been a long day." He had his eyes on Tony until he caught sight of you in his periphery, now lowering the shield and taking a step forward to hurry to your side, but Tony raised a hand to stop him. "Tony...wait, why are you...(Y/N), are you okay?"

"I'm better now."

"Why? What do you mean now?"

"Oh, that's right," Tony huffed, "you hauled ass out of there so fast after our little fight, forgetting who you were leaving behind. Your team got thrown into a maximum security prison. The Raft, to be exact...you may have heard of it."

"Are you okay?" Steve repeated to you, this time with a darker and much more determined tone. "I left you with Sam because I thought you would be safer than with me. I didn't think that even Tony could stoop so low."

"I'm the one who got her out!"

"No, I'm the one who got me out, thank you very much," you snapped. "Once I broke through the dinosaur-strength sedatives, yanked out my breathing tube, ripped off the four-point restraints, and took over the weak brains of the barely competent security guards, that is."

"Jesus," Steve whispered in complete shock, again trying to take a step towards you, but this time pushing past Tony and refusing to be stopped. He set the shield on the floor next to him and took your arms gently in his grip, trying to lure you to look at him. "(Y/N), I'm sorry. I had no idea they would do that. I honestly thought that keeping you with Sam was safer."

"Listen, we can argue about this all day, but I'm here for a reason, alright?" Tony broke in. "Maybe your story isn't so far fetched after all. Ross doesn't know that we're here, and I'd like to keep it that way. I think we've got something a little bigger than either of us going on."

Steve looked down at you, worried that of all the decisions that he had made, the one that allowed you to be a part of this was by far the worst. You gave him a complacent nod and turned him towards your brother to force them to see each other once and for all. "It's good to see you, Tony."

"Yeah, it's good to see you too, Cap. Hey, Manchurian Candidate, you wanna put that down?" Tony called out to Bucky, who was still holding his weapon steady, "we've got a truce here, alright?"

~~~

Finding the assassins that Steve and Bucky were looking for wasn't difficult, and Zemo was there with them, but it had all felt just a little too easy. None of you were prepared for what was coming, and in that moment, none of you would have believed that your situation could have been any worse. But it was about to get so much worse. You stood behind Steve and watched; you watched with held breath at the grainy footage on the small screen in front of you, your focus shifting only to glance up at a visibly shaken Bucky when you realized what you were seeing.

"Steve..." you whispered, sensing the shift in your brother as each minute passed.

"Did you know?"

"I didn't know it was him," Steve replied in a pleading tone, trying to reach out to Tony but being shook away.

"Don't screw with me, Rogers," he spat back, "did you know?"

You released Steve's arm and took a step back, knowing what he was about to say but not believing that he could be hiding something so important from Tony. Even to protect Bucky, it was all too much for you to comprehend and it only made you more confused as to what you should believe from either of them.

"Yes."

Within a matter of seconds, all hell had broken loose and the truce was shattered. The three of them were fighting high above, and the room you were left in was crumbling around you. Steve deflected a blast from Tony that hit a wall just a bit too close, bringing a huge scaffolding down next to you, it's force knocking you to a cavern below where they would soon be joining you.

~~~

"Tony, this isn't going to change what happened," Steve panted, standing over you defensively with his shield raised, trying to protect you as you struggled to wake from the fall.

"I don't care. He killed my mom."

A blast from Tony's gauntlet threw Steve across the room and against the far wall, leaving him struggling for breath while Bucky took over the fight, desperately attempting to rip the reactor from the suit, only to have his metal arm destroyed in the process.

"Bucky, hold on!" you screamed, crawling to him and covering him with your own body. "Tony, stop! You're only making this worse!"

"You don't understand, (Y/N)! She wasn't your mom!" Tony panted, pushed against the wall as Steve slammed his shield into him, both of them throwing punches and growing tired in their efforts. "Analyze his fight pattern," he commanded to FRIDAY, and only seconds later, he caught the shield in mid-strike to a shocked Captain.

"Let's kick his ass."

Bucky was moaning in pain beneath you, his skin growing paler under the strain of his injury and the violence of the fight he had just battled. Steve was starting to look exhausted, his limbs flailing more and more with each strike, but Tony looked energized and crazed, doing anything to stop Steve from walking away from this. For the first time since all of this began, you truly believed that if given the chance, they would actually kill each other.

"I have to stop this," you whispered to Bucky, and despite his attempt to grab you, you were able to wiggle away. Tony landed on his back only feet from you, with Steve above him, breaking pieces from the suit with each slam of the shield. The mask ripped away, leaving a terrified look on Tony's face, turning his gaze to you for only a split second as if he were taking the last chance he would ever have to see you again. When Steve paused briefly, you flung yourself over the arc reactor and missed the impact of the shield into your back by only mere millimeters.

"I said stop!"

"(Y/N)...(Y/N)..." Steve panted, trying to catch his breath after the shock of what he was about to do. He suddenly realized that he was so blinded in his rage that he could have easily killed Tony, and was literally less than an inch from killing you if his reflexes hadn't been so sharp. "What did I do?"

"Go, Steve. Take Bucky and go." You remained over Tony, hoping that he would stay down and allow them to leave, but you couldn't guarantee anything with either man right now.

"That shield doesn't belong to you!" Tony hollered to Steve as they retreated. "You don't deserve it! My father made that shield!"

With barely a thought to what it would mean for him, for you, or even for the team, Steve stopped and took a deep breath, letting it out with a new resolution and purpose, though to you, it still sounded shaky and uncertain. He glanced over his shoulder at you for just a second and dropped the shield to the floor at his feet, never once looking back as he walked away from it and everything that it meant.

~~~

"Are you Tony...Stank?"

"Yes, he is," you smiled, taking the package from the white-haired delivery man as you entered the building. "He is definitely Tony Stank."

"Tony Stank, table for one, by the bathroom," Rhodey joined in, laughing as he welcomed you with a kiss on your cheek and resting an arm around you.

Tony could only smirk and watch the two of you continue to laugh and joke, taking a seat at his desk as he waited. "That's not going away anytime soon," he groaned, leaning against the desktop with his chin in hand and watching.

"How's recovery going? Looks like Tony's got you all set." You reached down and gave his leg supports a gentle tap, admiring the work he must have put into them.

"Yeah, I'll be alright. Not so sure about Stank over there. I think he knows why you're here."

You snickered quietly, giving him a small hug before turning to Tony, "well then that's amazing, Rhodey. I don't even know why I'm here." Stopping at the edge of his desk, you stood next to him and leaned back against it, dropping the box in front of him. "You okay?"

"Never better, sweetheart."

"Still a liar, I see?"

Tony took a deep breath and leaned back in his chair with a wide grin, but there was no humor or joy behind it. His eyes were still as sad and as tired as the last time you had seen him, and his confidence was severely broken. "You're leaving, aren't you?"

"Not forever," you sighed, reaching out to straighten a few stray hairs in his messy style. "At least, I don't think so. But if it is, then I just wanted to be sure that you knew how much I love you, Tony. I know that you're doing what you think is right, and that you only want to redeem yourself. I understand."

"But it's not enough to stay with me?"

You cleared your throat at the sensation of building tears, standing and holding out your arms to take him into a final hug before leaving him for who knew how long. He clung to you as if he was afraid to let go, and to some degree, you were sure that he was. "I'll try to contact you soon, okay? Vision knows how to reach me, and don't even try to get it out of him. We have an airtight arrangement."

"You're his only way to Wanda now, aren't you?"

"Like I said," you smiled, "airtight."

Once you were out of sight and he resolved himself to the fact that you wouldn't be turning back, he returned to his seat to open the package in front of him, carefully opening the plain envelope addressed to him and setting the phone included with it to the side.

Tony,

I'm glad you're back at the compound, I don't like the idea of you rattling around a mansion by yourself. We all need family. The Avengers are yours, maybe more so than mine. I've been on my own since I was 18. I never really fit in anywhere – even in the Army. My faith is in people, I guess. Individuals. And I'm happy to say for the most part, they haven't let me down. Which is why I can't let them down either. Locks can be replaced, but – maybe they shouldn't. I know I hurt you Tony. I guess I thought – by not telling you about your parents I was sparing you, but... I can see now I was really sparing myself. I'm sorry. Hopefully one day you can understand. I wish we agreed on the Accords, I really do. I know you were only doing what you believe in, and that's all any of us can do, it's all any of us should. So no matter what, I promise if you — if you need us. If you need me, I'll be there.

Steve

~~~

"You ready for this?"

"No turning back now, right?" you pulled two ICERs from your belt and nodded, jumping from the jet and into the Raft, you and Steve quickly moving through and incapacitating each guard along the way. "How many did you say there were?"

"Fifteen, maybe?"

"You suck at math, Rogers," you groaned, flipping a guard over your back, "I've taken fifteen on my own."

Steve stopped and turned to you, crossing his arms over his chest and patiently waiting for you to land a final hit, "you could maybe just do that projection stuff that you do and chill them all out, you know. It seemed to work for you the last time you were here."

"It works on you too, as I recall. You wanna go, flag boy?"

"Wow," he smirked, "prison has changed you."

"Hey, Barton," Sam called out to his teammate, "guess who finally decided to show up?"

"Come on, I heard them bickering when they landed. It's about damn time, you guys!"

"Sorry, fellas," you huffed, working frantically to release the locks on their doors from the control panel, pushing away one of the guard's limp bodies that was draped over it, "we stopped for drive-thru."

Clint huffed and dropped himself down on his bunk, shaking his head in disbelief with a dark laugh at a distant memory that had popped into his head. "Yep, I've never been more convinced. Steve, you've definitely got yourself a Stark right there. You're never gonna escape that family."