,,𝑖 𝑡𝑜𝑙𝑑 𝑦𝑜𝑢 ℎ𝑒 𝑤𝑜𝑢𝑙𝑑 𝑏𝑟a𝑘e 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 ℎ𝑒𝑎𝑟𝑡,,
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Lizabeth Smith was walking in the busy streets of New York, with one hand in her jacket pocket the other, holding a smaller hand which belonged to her eleven years old daughter, Andromeda, or Andi as Liz called her.
Liz is a single mother, before twelve years her parents died, and so of course she got drunk and knock up.
Andi was talking about her school drama, liz was trying to listen, because her child talked fast, and when i say fast, belive me it's fast.
"...and then he just said ,I don't like you anymore, how could he hurt Maya like that, right? I actually told her that he wasn't good for her, but she never listened, I told her ,you are going to get hurt, but she said ,I can do think for myself, what the frick was that, right? I just said that she is going to end up crying but she doesn't listen" Her daughter stopped talking when she saw the amusing but little sad smile on her mother's face.
"What are you smiling, mum, I am serious?""Nothing, just-"
Liz, was angry, sad and betrayed, the person she thought loved her, cheated on her.
Her bestfriend told her he was a shit, she told her she is going to end up with broken heart. But did she listen? No.
She stumbled by the corridors of S.H.I.E.L.D building, trying to go to Nat's room, Natasha Romanoff , her bestfriend, her other half, the only person who cared about her, the only person she trusted, well she also trusted Clint, but he was on a mission.
She knew what expect her, it would really hurt her pride to hear it, but she just need someone right now , to be there for her, to hug her, to tell her everything will be ok. That wasn't thing Nat would normally do, but they both knew each other very good, so Nat would maybe read her mind or something, or she will ask, or-
Thud
Out of nowhere Liz crashed with something, really hard, she was so lost in her thoughts, she didn't even noticed she is already in front of Nat's door.
The door opened immediately.
Nat was there, in blue top and black jeans, with open arms, Liz didn't wait a minute before she threw herself in her bestfriend arm and cried.
"I told you he would brake your heart" Nat whispered in her ear softly.
"Yes, you did" Liz cried silently in her other half shoulder.
They stood there for like 10 minutes, finally Nat scooted them inside her room, so they won't be in corridors anymore, and closed the door with her foot.
"I told you, he isn't good, but you just don't listen, I'm going to stop scolding, because you are hurt, but you are not having boyfriends any soon"Nat said in motherly voice, but in the same time softly.
Liz laughed a little, which earned a small smile from Nat.
"MOM" Andie yelled for third time. In her voice you could hear worry and annoyance. Her mom was staring at one wall of the building of their right in the busy street.
Finally Liz come out of the flashback she had, and snapped her head to her daughter, worry in her eyes.
"What,are you okay?"She asked with worry in her voice.
"I'm okay mum. Are you? You was staring at the wall for like, one minute already, with glassy eyes" you could hear the worry in the voice of the both of them, you could see it in their eyes.
"Oh, um, yeah, yeah, I'm fine, just some memories" She responder calmer, this time, but the worry in her daughter's eyes stayed there.
"About them, again?"Andie asked.
It wasn't the first time that had happened, it was all the time, sometimes they were about Steve, Nat, Clint sometimes even Tony or Bruce."Yeah" the mother said with sad smile, but was gone when she saw the worry in Andie eyes got bigger.
"But, I'm fine, really. Do you want ice cream?" she knew her daughter well, and she certainly knew her daughter couldn't say 'no' to an ice cream.-----
I want to say that, this will be series with memories, of Liz and the avengers!
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