AN: Timeskip to after the restaurant experience to walking around the shopping centre thing.
Sorry I haven't published in ages. I've been...busy ig :(
Walking through the shopping centre, (Y/N) stands on guard, alert, next to Pietro who's mindlessly fiddling with his fingers and subconsciously biting his lip. Tony and Peter were signing a kid's drawing about five or so minutes ago and now there's a queue for autographs and photos.
Natasha's leaning against a wall a few metres away from the queue of fans, keeping her distance. Socialising not being her favourite thing. After a good 10 minutes of Peter watching Tony signing pictures Natasha has had enough. She pushes of the wall with her back foot and walks, arms crossed towards Tony and leans across to his ear.
"We've got to go, have you forgotten the whole point of this trip?" She asks frustration on the tip of her tongue.
"No I haven't, I have an excellent memory thank you. I'll wrap this up and we can go." The red head retreats back to her original spot observing Tony and watching Pietro making sure he hasn't broke anything.
"Sorry, we have to leave now, if you still want something signed write your address on it and give it to Peter I'll get back to you." He throws up a peace sign and points to Peter. Instantly people, mostly women crowd around him leaving him flustered and in slight shock.
"T-Thank you, t-thank you, I'm sure Mr Stark will get back to you soon." He stutters out, thanking each person separately for the paper.
Soon the queue dwindled down to one last person, a young girl, maybe 7, maybe 8. She had a picture of herself in a snowy forest, looks like Russia.
She didn't offer her photograph to the teenage boy she only stared at (Y/N), no one took any notice of the young girl, it's as if she's not even there. She slowly walks towards (Y/N) holding her photo in her left hand and a toy rabbit in her right hand, slightly dragged behind her. Walking across the tiled floor she finally stood a few metres in front of the woman.
The girl's eyes lift up looking up to (Y/N) as she finally takes notice of the little girl. The young girl offers (Y/N) the photo, she takes it and sees it's a photo of the girl, herself, two twin boys and parents.
Her hand flies up to her mouth as she looks back at the girl. Upon a second look she's covered in deep cuts and bruises. Malnourished, more like starved. Her eyes are dull, no longer bright and the bags under her eyes seem to be getting larger. Her skin is pale, unnatural so and her her hair is in patches, parts ripped out. Her dress is ripped and dirtied, blood adorning the rims and frills, sweat soaks the collar as she walks closer (Y/N) can see her bare feet, skeletal and nail less.
Her fingertips are also nail less as skin seems to peel off her knuckles, blood seeps down the sleeves of her dress tinting the pink colour a deep red. Purple covers her forearms pairing with the swollen wrists, broken wrists and ankles. How is she even walking? Her neck is covered in hand prints, her face is scratched and beaten but recognisable, and, of course (Y/N) recognised the gormless face as her sister. Her younger sister, innocence snatched away, stolen from her.
The older girl closes her eyes and tries to breathe properly in patterns.
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She sucks in a last breathe hoping when she opens her eyes that the girl won't be there anymore.
Hesitantly she opens her eyes and sees nothing in front of her, no girl, no photograph, no nothing. A sigh of relief left her mouth drawing attention from the female agent.
Natasha looks upon (Y/N) seeing sweat covering her face, her eyes closed and her breathing slightly irregular.
"Are you okay (Y/N)?" She approaches the woman.
(Y/N) opens her eyes and nods towards the stoic woman, she may look serious but inside she's actually worried about her.
"Okay. well we're going to get you some new clothes now. C'mon, the shop is just over there." Tony and Peter had already left so Pietro was a bit behind them then Natasha, then (Y/N) trailing slighting behind.
In the shop, everyone was looking for new clothes for (Y/N), they found cute tops, which (Y/N) didn't exactly like so they moved onto a more dark colour theme which resulted in her being given some clothes to try on.
In the back of the clothing shop was the changing rooms, Tony knows the owner of the clothing chain so knows a few of the staff including the young woman helping at the changing rooms, Tabitha.
Tony explained to Tabitha what (Y/N) wanted and she lead her to a changing room, the first thing to try on was a black t shirt.
(Y/N) took off her vest and leather jacket leaving her in a slightly dishevelled bra she got a Hydra (should probably buy a new one). Putting on the new top she notices that it's not long sleeved exposing her metal arm, opening the changing room curtain to ask for a different top she sees Tabitha.
"Excuse me? Could I please have a long sleeved top instead?"
"What?! Why can't you just keep the t shirt?!" She turns around frustrated then sees her metal arm and screams, not too loudly though. "OH MY GOD! You're a freak! That's disgusting!"
(Y/N) walks to talk to Tony about it when the teen grabs her non-metal shoulder.
"Don't you dare go run to Tony! Do you know how long it took for me to be able to call him Tony?Stay here you bitch! He will never talk to me again if you tell him!"
Ignoring the whining girl (Y/N) left the changing rooms, merely to ask for a new top not all that bothered about her. However the girl chased her out then ran in front of her pretending to be panting and out of breathe.
"Tony! Help me! She tried to kill me, she's a freak!" She through herself into his arms and started crying. (Y/N) only looked at them confused about what she's talking about.
"I just want a long sleeved top-"She started.
"Did you attack her?"
"Of course she did Tony! Why would I lie to you?!" She continues her act.
"I was asking her." He nods towards (Y/N).
"No, I didn't attack her, I just want a long sleeved top." She frowns slightly.
"Mr Stark, I have footage from the changing rooms, would you like to see it?" A robotic voice speaks up.
"Hey! You can't do that! That's not allowed!!" The billionaire pushes off the girl.
"Yes Friday, I think I would."
"Do you not believe me Tony?!"
"Could you please call me Mr Stark, thanks." He turns away to a screen which Friday pulled up.
AN: Really sorry I haven't posted a chapter in weeks!
Btw The little girl was (Y/N)'s sister which is to do with PTSD again.
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