Wrong number kid

Tony smiled

Tw: abusive father- verbal abuse in this chapter but mentions of physical abuse

Y/n
Aw you actually wished me luck thanks
Exam is over now :)

smol brain 
Wow you text me again

Y/n 
Yup
Hehe I'm in danger

smol brain 
Seriously?! Kid get out of wherever you are

Y/n
NO
I'm fine
You saved me

smol brain 
Of course I did
I'll add you to my list
Wait how did I save you?

Y/n
I was walking past... teenagers.. they scary
I needed to look like I actually had someone to talk too

smol brain
Wait that's it
You are a teenager kid

Y/n 
But people are scary fuckers
Teenagers are the scariest
Including me but still
I only feel confident talking to people in messages

smol brain
That's kind of sad kid

Y/n
Hehe ig it is but ah well
I can have any personality on here that I want
I just got home so I probably won't be replying for a small bit
Chores suuuuck

smol brain
Yeah well puny kids like you need to do chores
Have fun kiddo

Y/n
Aw thanks that made me feel so much better
...
If you couldn't tell that was obviously sarcasm
Talk to you soon hopefully smol brain

Y/n's POV

I sighed this smol brain stranger actually managed to make me feel better today, I hate summer because I know my friends will drop me over the summer holidays and I won't be able to talk to anyone. Maybe I could text this stranger person over the summer. I walked behind my house, hopefully if I sneak in through the vents I'd be able to save myself a beating. My father hasn't been in the best of moods lately and he likes to take his anger out on me. They have been getting worse lately. At least summer I won't have to worry about hiding everything from the people at school.

The vents have always been easy to get through since I discovered how to get into them when I was four. That's when the abuse started. Today is no different, I crawled behind the bush at the back of the office building and squeezed my way through the loose vent opening. My dad owns the office building, he owns the lawyer firm that's in there.

I made my way into my room.

Well my closet. That's where I sleep. Otherwise I'd have to sleep in "my special room", really it's my father and brother's torture room. They sound proofed it for when they want to let out some anger during office hours.

My brother is 21 and works with my father. They both live in the apartment on the top floor of the building. What sucks is that they are very successful lawyers and no one would believe that the best lawyers in New York would abuse their "precious princess".

It makes me sick to think of the act they put on when it's one of the few occasions I'm seen with them outside in public.

I should get some sleep before the work day is done. I definitely won't be getting any during the night.

With that in mind I made my way into the bed after hiding my phone, they have no idea I have it and I would like to keep it that way. I hacked it so no one can get into it, even if they are super good at hacking because I know my brother got into coding last year and I got paranoid that he'd find my phone and hack into it.

I drifted off to a surprisingly peaceful sleep.

"Y/n get up you disappointment"

Ah yes father, absolutely fantastic.

3rd person POV

Tony smiled down at his phone, the avengers were having another meeting, the usual looking out for any potential world threats. Nothing big has happened in a while and some of them were getting anxious, however the meeting was dreadfully boring so most people weren't paying attention.

Two people noticed Tony's smile, one was Bruce Banner. He thought nothing of it, probably a message from Pepper, his ex, but they are still really close friends. The other was Natasha Romanoff, she was very suspicious of what he was smiling at so naturally she wanted to see what it was.

She got her chance that evening during dinner. Tony left his phone at the table and when to the toilet. She didn't miss him constantly checking his phone through the day.

She grabbed his phone almost immediately without anyone noticing. He was messaging someone, by the name of Dylan. Although reading through the messages they were a fifteen year old who never said their name. She almost laughed at the spam messages at the beginning of their and Tony's conversations.

She sent herself the contact and saved it to her phone before deleting the message on Tony's. What he won't know won't kill him. She thought as she placed Tony's phone back.

Or maybe she should make a group chat with the three of them, yeah that seems good. She has plenty of time to decide anyway.