"What did I say about finding me?"

In one hand a very pissed off teenager aimed a small pistol towards a pair of males, both of which could easily overpower her, and yet somehow both lifted their hands up in surrender and stood from her furnished living room. Her other hand held nothing, instead a tightened fist of fury as she stared down both men.

"Mickey, let's talk about this." The blonde said, voice casual like the brunette wasn't moments away from ending her life.

"I told you, we should have knocked on her front door." The black man besides him whispered angrily. "Steve, why are guns always being pointed at me when I'm with you?"

"Sam's right," Mickey's lips lifted into a smirk, hand still not dropping the gun. "What did I say was the only reason you could come here Stevie?"

"I'm not gonna repeat it," Steve deadpanned, answer laced with sarcasm despite the gun pointed at his head.

"Don't bring your ass near me unless you were packing a slightly confused, handicapped ex Hydra agent with you, prepared for marriage." Mickey mimicked her own words long ago, remembering word for word what she had said to him. "Did you think I was playing?"

"Bucky is like 35, you aren't even 18 yet."

"I'll freeze him again and wait until I'm age appropriate to marry your bestie, Steve, promise." She winked at the blonde.

"Am I not good enough?"

"Are you easily manipulated, and have the ass of a greed god, Sam?"

"I'd like to think not and—I'd have to check the mirror first but—"

"That's a no."

"Can we get back on topic?" Steve spoke an octave higher, cutting their banter short. It was quite a comical scene, both men towered over her and yet she had all the power in the world as she continued to point the gun at them leisurely while having a full blown argument over Bucky Barnes. Steve was beginning to feel embarrassed by the situation and starting to regret ever deciding to do this. He reminded himself quickly how vital the brunette was to their plan, how she was a key player in the weeks to come. "Mickey, could you put the gun down?"

The brunette thought about it, one eyebrow arched. The scene in front of her was quite comical though, Steve and Sam were still standing with their hands up and while the black man's expression was of contemplation the white man's was of pure annoyance which if anyone knows the Captain well he did not always carry that around.

"Sam, you can put your hands down," she muttered, wanting to continue to make Steve Rogers face turn a bright red.

She got her wish, watching as he fidgeted in irritation and watched as his friends didn't seem to fight it. "Sam? Why him?"

"Cause Sam makes some good pancakes." She remarked.

Sam dropped his hands with relief and heading towards the kitchen, bypassing her with a wink. "I got you, little one. You got any juice? I'm dehydrated, Cap wouldn't let me go to the corner store to get juice.

"I think there's a Gatorade in there, maybe even a soda." She continued to speak friendly as ever, like Steve still didn't have a gun pointed to his face.

"Mickey!" Steve seethed and the brunette was suddenly

She pressed her lips together, flickering her elbow back and pressing the safety on the weapon before setting it on the coffee table, "alright Captain Underpants. You can explain to me after Sam makes food and I count the profit I made."

"Profit?" Sam questioned, pulling out a pan and the butter from the fridge.

"She means stealing." Steve corrected.

"You were funnier when Hydra was after our ass." Mickey deadpanned.

"Language!"

"Bite me." She hummed and walked backwards towards her bedroom.

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Mickey loved the smell of jewels almost as much as a crisp hundred dollar bill, it was a habit her parents had instilled in her. The feel of the sharp diamonds against her soft hands and even the weight of the watches she's managed to extract from her suitors was almost enough to distract her from the knowledge of her two home intruders. She hummed to herself still, placing the heavy Rolex onto her thin arm and watching as it slide up and down. She smiled at her reflection, the stunning silver flashing back at her had not even a scratch on it's surface.

"Mickey!" Sam's voice yelled out to her and the brunette was quick to drop the possessions in her hands. She would have more time to sort them out and then auction them off to black market buyers tomorrow, for now she needed to deal with Sam Wilson and the continuous pain in her backside that was the Avengers.

"Here!" She waltzed into the room, a pair of black shorts on and her fathers oversized shirt on top. It held the faintest smell of her father still, the dark cologne he wore clung to the material even after several washes and even though she'd washed it countless times it didn't seem to affect the material at all. She found Sam stacking some pancakes on the platter, smiling brightly at her, to most it might have seemed odd how much the Captains right hand man got along with their old enemy but anyone close would know the story behind it all.

Amongst the chaos that had occurred during the Hydra reveal and Sam's first encounter into the world of Avengers, the younger Mickey had made it a habit to pick at him for trying to be a hero and then in the final battle had saved not only his life, but the man in turn hers. Since that day the two had somehow managed to keep friendly, which was partly the reason Mickey hadn't left them in the wind just yet.

Sam had a plate extended her way, still flipping pancakes over the hot stove and Steve was set on the island watching him with a dull expression. When the young girl appeared he looked over, impassively stating, "lovely for you to finally join us Mick."

"Steve, you're always a ray of sunshine," she hummed back and turned toward Sam as the island of her kitchen separated them. With ease she phased right through it, the lower half of her phased and passed onto the other side, picking the plate up with a smile.

Sam watched it happen with wide eyes, "you know I'll never not be uncomfortable with that."

"I know," the brunette smiled and sat down on the breakfast counter. With her pancakes and pieces of bacon she took a bite, munching slowly as the two avengers came to the other side of the counter. She chewed slowly, munching until finally swallowing and letting out a satisfied noise before dropping the fork and saying, "alright what's going on?"

Sam looked to Steve who sighed in relief and said, "have you heard of the Sokovia Accords?"

"The what?" She cocked a brow in confusion.

"Have you not been paying attention to the news or world?" Sam said in disbelief.

"I'm a teenage jewel thief who also happened to be on Avengers watch list, forgive me if I'm a little behind the times." She deadpanned, biting into another piece of heaven, "explain why don't you."

"A few days ago we were brought into Avengers headquarters, the whole team, and Tony brought the Secretary of State, General Ross with him—"

"I always hated that guy, he needed to leave Bruce alone," she crinkled her nose just to show how deep her disgust went. "Plus, he never stopped looking for my dad and I."

"Didn't your dad steal secret information that gave you your powers?" Sam countered.

"Not the point," she answered, lifting on finger and swishing it back and forth. Her eyes turned back to Steve, "sorry Captain Underpants, continue."

Steve sighed, "they explained to us the concept of the accords and the reason behind them, they claim it's because of all the mayhem we caused since we started."

"That's ridiculous," she commented and both men seemed to nod in agreement.

"Anyways, the whole idea of it is simple, they want to monitor what we do and approve all of it before us. They want to know where to send us and where not to, they're trying to control our every move and whoever doesn't agree is forced into retirement." Steve said the last with resentment, like the anger was sweeping through his throat and overtaking what he said. Steve Rogers was known to be collected but it was clear these Accords were getting under his skin, they were bothering him.

Mickey furrowed her brows and also felt anger, "and they re blaming events in the past over this? Do they not realize all the lives you've saved because of it? If it weren't for what you did in New York, D.C., and Sokovia the world would be a wasteland? How can they not see that!"

"They blame it on the lives we've cost." Sam pointed out.

"The lives of a few casualties are minimal compared to the safety of the world." Mickey dryly stated, remembering her fathers words once. Despite what most people thought of him Charles Danvers was not a bad man, he did his part to help, of course that was overshadowed by the darkness in his life. Like her father, Mickey was still seen by some as the incarnate of evil and for the most part it didn't bother her because she knew that in same ways they were right.

"Yeah, cause that's the way to stop them from signing." Sam sarcastically answered earning himself a glare from the girl.

"So what does this have to do with me?" Mickey finally questioned the only thing that really mattered to her. As far as she was concerned these Accords would not tell her what to do, she wasn't an Avenger nor was she a hero, the world could shove the treaty up their ass for all she cared.

"Have you noticed how you keep saying us?" Steve inquired and when Mickey tilted her head in curiosity he decided to continue. "Mick, you've saved all our lives more times then you've been against us. You think we could have saved Fury without you or even stopped Ultron? You're an Avenger wether you choose to recognize it or not and that's why they want you there. You're the youngest Avenger, the one bad guy turned good. They can't afford not to have you on their side."

"Are you asking me to join Tony when you two are completely against the Accords in the first place?"

Mickey's eyes were narrowed, voice full of suspicion as she had forgotten her meal all together. The two men looked at one another, blinking rapidly as they knew it wasn't wise to allow her hothead personality to come thru. If she was given any of her fathers personality it was his wits and anger, a controlled explosive, it was called seeing as how it didn't appear much but when it did you could bet your ass it was toxic. Mickey would hurl them into another universe if they weren't careful.

Steve was quick to come up with a response, "not exactly."

"Then what?" She lifted a hand and waved it around as if to dramatically ask what they were planning. "You didn't find me just to explain all of this to me, there's a thing called google."

Steve barely flinched at the jab she threw, "you were the one who left me the means to find you, in case I ever needed you again."

"I left that if the world was going to hell and because I trust you more then Stark." She pointed her fork at him.

"I think this qualifies the world being at stake." Sam countered her and when she looked at him slightly offended he would take a stance opposed to her he merely shrugged his shoulders and continued drinking from his juice cup.

Steve's lip twitched in appreciation for her friend, "if you trust me more then Stark then you'll trust me when I tell you what happens next?"

His words were more of a question then a statement, although they both knew just what the answer would be, still Mickey seemed slightly suspicious and leaned back. Her arms crossed over her torso, "go on."

"Tony's coming for you Mickey, he knows you texted me after Sokovia and likely will figure out your location within the next few hours. He's gonna come here and ask you to join, sign the Accords and in return you and your father will be allowed to return to the United States risk free. You'll be off the hook for everything you've done so long as you smile and act like the reinvented teenage girl he wants the world to see you as." Steve said but his lips twitched at the end like there was more.

Mickey titles her head and narrowed her eyes, "what's the catch?"

"Call your dad." Steve simply stated. "Get him here."

"No." She retorted, her face blanking and fingers twitching.

"He'll want to hear what happens next, once he does you'll both agree to our plan." Steve responded, sipping from the coffee he had made himself. He seemed relaxed now, like this was going according to plan.

Mickey didn't want to involve her father, as much as she knew he was going to angry this had even begun without his involvement it was risk. Her father was one of the most wanted men in the world, she wasn't ready to put him on the front lines but something about Steve always made her trust him, it was why she had allowed him to even be in her home.

Her lips twitched in resistance for a lasting moment before she was looking to the top corner of the wall where Van Gogh's Starry Night painting was hung. The two men looked over at the same time and neither wished to ask wether it was the real one for the sake of their innocence.

Mickey cleared her throat and yelled out, "DAD! CAPTAIN UNDERPANTS IS HERE!"

Steve and Sam looked confused for a matter of moments and went to ask questions but she cut them off when she lifted a single finger to her lips and shook her head, signaling them to wait. The apartment above them began to make loud noise, boots clattering across the ground loudly, a door slamming and opening before a similar noise was being made in one of the bedrooms of Mickey's home.

Sam swallowed thickly, a sudden lump of fear restraining him from breathing properly as he slightly elbowed Steve. The blonde looked over and he could see the reluctance in his friends eyes, Steve felt it too. Charles Danvers was known for a plethora of things, in particular the boogeyman. Neither had ever met him but if his daughter was even a mild interpretation of what was to come then they needed to worry.

Mickey seemed to have noticed their expressions as she smirked, it was always particularly hilarious how many feared her father when to her he was the sweetest person she had ever known, to imagine her father through the eyes of strangers was truly an experience. She smirked and winked at both men just as the stomping of feet came closer and the bedroom door opened to the hallway, "don't worry, only most of the stories are real."

Only most, Sam thought and gripped his butter knife a little tighter.

The footsteps came closer until finally he appeared, Baba Yaga himself.

Charles Danvers appeared as normal as ever, the complete opposite from his previous life and even his own daughter. Contrary to his profile picture he had a scruffy bear, long disheveled hair and instead of a structured suit he was wearing a long sleeved black Henley with a pair of dark washed jeans, and brown work boots, paint was scattered across most of his clothing and even his fingers. The only indication that this was still the boogeyman himself was the expression, an odd mix of agitation and impassiveness that seemed to be a signature between the family.

And then of course behind him trailed a small beagle, she was running at full speed and even when she rounded the corner tripped over her feet which would have been hilarious had it not been for the devil himself that she followed.

Charles walked up to the table, looking at the men as if they owed him respect.

Both Steve and Sam straightened up, suddenly feeling like it was prom night and they were picking up their date from her father, in a sense they were. Both men nodded at the man, "sir."

Charles eyed them for a moment before looking down at his daughter who smiled brightly at him and said, "papá, I see you finally got some inspiration to paint."

The man leaned down to kiss his daughters forehead and curled his hand around her chin softly, "your mother came to mind."

Mickey seemed to melt slightly at his answer, cheeks tinting before the tiny dog commanded attention as her adorable bark urged the girl to pick her up. Mickey didn't think twice as her father stepped back to allow his daughter the moment, picking up the small pup and happily stating, "Minnie! How was she?"

"Well she missed you but other then that an angel, I told you beagles were smart. She didn't even pee on the ground." Charles answered his daughter and let the puppy who turned her head to lick his hand and then lick Mickey's nose. "Now, mind explaining to me why Steve Rogers and Sam Wilson are here?"

Sam almost choked when the man knew who he was but attempted to control his expression as the family looked back to them. Mickey raised a brow, "Steve, mind catching my dad up?"

Steve's lips parted for a moment before he nodded and directed his attention towards the man, "Mr. Danvers."

"Captain, it's unfortunate we meet under these circumstances, hope you can understand." The father seemed respectful, leaning against the counter with his elbows.

"I can respect a man wanting to be with his family." Steve nodded.

Charles smiled, liking his phrasing, "alright, we'll catch me up."

They began talking as Mickey continued to play with her puppy, and Sam finally turned his attention towards her, "you named your dog Minnie?"

"My dad did, he thought I needed a sibling so..." Mickey trailed, lifting the dog as if to explain the rest of her sentence.

"A beagle? Why a beagle for the boogeyman's family, I thought your house pet would be a pit bull or a Rottweiler." He questioned, still confused.

"My dad found her a week ago, she was lost and so frail, he thought I'd love her and I did. Besides, Minnie is support dog." She responded, allowing the dog to lay on her lap where she prompted to lay down and begin to nap.

"Support dog? For who?" Sam scoffed.

"Does it matter?" Mickey snapped playfully although the sudden interest from Charles made Sam retract his previous tone.

"No, no it doesn't. I love dogs." He swallowed, once more feeling the lump.

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"So what's the catch? More importantly what do you want from us?" Charles Danvers repeated the same question his daughter had first asked once Steve had stopped the story in the exact same spot he had done for Mickey.

Now everyone was paying attention, even Minnie, who had now made her way to Sam's arms had tilted her head towards the captain.

Steve looked to his partner, both thinking. Sam nodded, "tell them, Cap."

"Tony's gonna offer you a dream deal, only that's just it, it's a dream, since it's just hear say the moment your daughter signs the Accords and you come out of the shadow they're taking both of you into custody." Steve revealed the last if it all.

Mickey's fist slammed onto the table, scaring Minnie who squeaked and dipped her head into the crevice of Sam' neck as he soothed her shortly thereafter. Although the dog mom looked briefly towards her pet she still snarled out, "that son of a bitch Stark would betray us! After I saved his ass!"

Steve wanted to say something about her language but opted not too as Charles placed his hand over his daughters fist. Although the man appeared calm his jaw tightened, he was trying to keep control around Mickey. "It wasn't Stark, it's Ross isn't it?"

Sam nodded, "he signed off on it, he's keeping it behind Tony's back."

The father and daughter looked at one another, both instantly seeming to have the same thought. Steve rose a brow and asked, "any idea why?"

Charles looked at the two men, sighing out and deciding to detail, "the story about me stealing secret information to give Mickey powers is a lie. A few years after Mickey was born and before I got out Ross came to me. The incident with Banner in Harlem had already happened and they shut him down but he had managed to capture a few files. He brought them to me in exchange for full access if the experiments went right. I had a network of connect and a empire ready to work so I did, only the person I chose to work on was me. It didn't do anything, extended my life force so I aged slower, gave me slightly strengthened abilities but other then that I'm nowhere near you Cap so we were gonna give up. Mickey got into the lab one day, she wasn't being watched correctly and the damn scientist thought she would be the perfect test subject since she was so young. Ross thought so too apparently, he was in the lab that day, and one thing led to another Mick got her abilities. I was so angry, so fucking angry I almost killed Ross that day and fled with Mickey. Our agreement was ripped to shreds and we were now wanted criminals, years later and he still hasn't let it go."

"No, he hasn't and he's gonna use Tony's influence on Mickey here to take you both down." Steve spoke afterwards, pulling into the side of his jacket. "There's plans to throw you back into Raft Prison and Mickey is gonna be stabilized and then experimented on."

He set a folder down, sliding it their way. The two didn't hesitate to rip into it and begin reading through the files. Mickey flickered her eyes up once she confirmed for herself, "where did you get these?"

"Sharon Carter," Sam smiled, looking towards Steve who had diverted his eyes.

The girl smirked, "still hasn't asked her out yet I bet."

"Not even close."

"I bet it's gonna be awkward as hell when he does."

"Would it really be a Steve moment if it wasn't?"

Charles looked up after a quick read thru and ignored the remarks as he looked back to the Captain, "alright so you've laid that out, now tell me what do you want from us?"

Steve paused, locking his lips as he turned to Mickey, "you. Tony's coming for you and I need you to be my eyes and ears in there, sign the Accords and pretend to go along. They won't trust me if I suddenly give in but you Mickey, they won't trust you for the start which is why they'll offer you a reward. We'll get you out with Sharon's help after and Mr. Danvers, we'll even keep you safe until then."

"Steve Rogers, turning his back on the Avengers and going to the dark side for me, interesting. How do I know you're not lying to me." She leaned into the table, raising a brow menacingly.

"Well for one Mickey, you're quite alarming." Sam but in.

"And we've been reprimanded from the team, we have nothing left to lose." Steve assured her.

Mickey seemed to soak in his words, running her tongue across the inside of her bottom lip and looking at her father. "What do you think?"

Charles looked at his daughter, speaking very bluntly, "whatever you want I'll do. You don't owe them anything Mickey, you've done your part for this world."

"Your fathers right Mick, I'll still help both of you escape before the nights over wether you want to help or not." Steve clarified, agreeing.

Mickey felt the fate of their lives suddenly rest on her shoulders and as she tapped her fingers across her marble countertops she came to a quick decision.

"Captain Rogers, Falcon I'm at your service."

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This is so long! I really thought it was gonna be less then 10k words and instead I ended up cutting a scene out. Anyways hope you enjoy! I'm sure Mickey will meet Peter soon but typically I don't like to have my character instantly meet their love interest. If you need anything explained about Mickey then let me know! There's still something's I'm keeping until later on. Also how cute is Minnie!