Tony Starks adopted daughter

Food

Naomi POV
Somehow I was back at the avengers compound. At least it wasn't Hydra. I could feel arm was wrapped and had gauze all over it to stop the bleeding. I opened my eyes a little not wanting to be completely back. I looked around feeling the 4 pairs of eyes watching me. Clint was there for some reason, so was Pepper, Tony, and Bruce. I guess Bruce had been the one to treat my gun shot. They all quickly shuffled out of the room when they noticed that I was waking up. Probably because they realized it was creepy for them all to be staring like that. When they did I opened my eyes fully, knowing good and well they were still watching from outside the door. I laid on the bed feeling kind of nauseas. Was that normal? Just then my stomach lurched, I shot up grabbing my stomach. The four of them all came rushing into the room, Bruce quickly checking to make sure I was ok. He placed his hand on my back to steady me. "I'm fine, I'm fine" i pant waving him off. The nausea seems to have subsided. "Nao why don't you go to your room and get some rest?" Tony suggests. I nod getting up and slowly trail to my room.

———————2 weeks later
Naomi POV
I haven't been able to eat anything. Even looking at food makes me sick to my stomach. I've been able to hide it pretty well from everyone though, I don't want them worrying about me. Honestly I'm fine, I just get a little shaky every now and then. I've been staying at the compound for the past 2 weeks so Bruce can keep a watch on how my arm is healing. He also checked the scars on my back and they have healed nicely since then. Nobody has mentioned anything about the blood test incident and Nick has apologized for the agents actions many times already and she was fired immediately after being found somewhere in the woods. I'm %95 sure she was unstable to begin with. Today I'm training with Wanda. It's become part of our daily routine in the past few weeks. We usually fight for a little bit then put our powers to the test against each other. But, today after the physical fight I can't seem to catch my breath. I sit down on the floor and take a few deep breathes. Wanda comes over looking worried. "Are you ok? You look kind of pale" she notes crouching next to me. "Ya ok fine just kinda tired I guess" "no problem, why don't we skip training today and have get something to eat hm?" She looks at me questioningly. "On second thought I think I'm ok let's train" I try to get up but have to steady myself on the wall. Wanda eyes me suspiciously "when's the last time you ate Naomi?" She queries. "Ummmm breakfasts this morning" I lie biting my lip which is my giveaway when I'm not telling the truth. Wanda crossed her arms "you haven't been eating have you!" "Well-" I try but she grabs me by the wrist and drags me towards the lab. "Come on we're gonna have Bruce check and make sure your ok after not eating for that long". And, that's how I ended up on a doctors table with Wanda, Steve, and Bruce all staring at me wondering why u can't keep down food. Tony and Pepper are both out on business so apparently Steve is my fill in parent. "I can't believe you haven't eaten for 2 weeks! And we didn't even notice!" Steve mutters as he paces back and forth. Him and I have gotten oddly close over these two weeks considering we how things started out between us. I really hated to upset him. Bruce is asking me a ton of questions. "Have you been drinking water?" "Yes" "can you keep down any other liquids?" "No" "do you feel physically ill when you try to eat or is  it more psychological?" " I don't know". He walks off and studied my chart for a bit as well as ponders my answers. "Based off of what you've told me I think this may be more in your head then a physical issue. "Wanda do you think you could sift through Naomi's mind and see what's happening?" Steve inquires looking over at the empath. She looks at me and can tell from my expression I'd ton want her in my head "no I'm sorry She's my friend and I won't go into her mind unless she lets me" Steve sighs frustratedly. "We could ask Loki?" Bruce chimes. "Who?" I ask not knowing who they're talking  about. "He's a god of sorts he reads minds" Steve informs me. "But I don't want anyone in my mind" I state bluntly "I'm sorry Naomi but we need to figure out what's going on I promise it won't be as bad as you think" Bruce comforts me. I cross my arms and pout but don't say anything against it. "Are we done here?" I ask wanting to leave "not quite" Bruce hands me a plate with some toast on it". "I want you to try and eat that without throwing up, I'm going to time it". I grimace at the dry bread and take a slow little bite.
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