TW: Do not read if your sensitive to s.h. and s.s.
"I don't need help," I say slamming the cabinet shut.
"I know..." Steve walks away quietly.
I put the mug down and walk over to the fridge and pick up the oat milk and it slipped out of my hand and spilled all over the floor.
"Fuck!"
I turn around and grab the paper towels.
Pepper walks in to the kitchen and noticed the mess, "Oh sweetie let me help you-"
"No!- ah just leave it Pep," I snap placing the towels with my one good hand.
I look up and notice her walking away with a hurt look on her face and I instantly regret my attitude.
I soak up all the milk and throw the wet napkins into the garbage.
I decide I'm not hungry anymore and just go to my room.Im so frustrated with myself. I can't cook for myself, I can't shower properly, I can't do anything for myself it's like I'm useless. And it's not even that I want to do this things, I just can't even create the illusion that I want to.
I lay on my bed for a while just staring at the ceiling.
Why hasn't Loki come to see me?
Not wanting to continue that train of thought I get up to grab a book.
The one I want is at the top of the book shelf so I move the stool in front of it so I can stand and get it.I steady myself onto the stool with my right hand before reaching up to get the book. I still can't see it completely with my height so I shuffle my hand overtop until I feel it but in the process I feel the stool wobble underneath me.
Before I can grab into anything I fall off the stool hitting my cast against it and falling on my back.
Tony fall made a huge thud against the floor and as I try and get myself up I hear Thor running down the hall.
"Lady Y/N, are you alright?" He reaches down to help me up but I swat his hands away.
He looks confused but I can't help but be overcome by complete rage.
"What is wrong with you all!" I yell getting myself up loading my balance again almost falling but catching myself on my bedpost, "I can do this by myself! I don't need your fucking help!"
"I-"
"Just get out, get out! Get - GET OUT!" I spit pushing him out and locking the door behind him. Tears blur my vision as I frantically open my bedside cabinet.
Where is it. Where is it?!
A small glare catches my eye. I pick up the safety razor and sit on my bed.
My arm hurts like hell from the fall but I ignore it.
With my cast on I can't reach my wrist so I settled on my fingers. Running the razor in small lines diagonally and horizontally over them slowly.I can barely feel anything.
I switch holding the razor unsteadily in my injured hand. I use it to run jagid lines across all five of my fingers.
I watch the blood collect itself in my index finger and singularly drop on my white bedsheets.
Your so fucking disgusting.
My own voice mocks me and yells at me as I look at my hands in disgust.
I get up wiping the razor off under my shirt and I quickly get back in bed and cover myself with a thick duvet.
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Savior
FanfictionY/N, after enduring a horrifically painful life is rescued by Tony Stark himself. He takes her to live with him and the Avengers in Stark tower blind of what he has truly gotten himself into. The pain is far from being over but Y/N finds love in th...