Natasha Romanoff OneShots

no where to run (1) - NR

Request for Veleteou
This one is really heavy! Im so sorry. I also LOVE NAT AND PETER! I felt so bad writing this, but it's for a request.

warnings: bullying, sh, blades, abuse
word count: 2.1k

Y/N POV:
Having the Natasha Romanoff as my mom is pretty cool. She's kind, funny, smart and totally badass. Plus, she basically saved my life. She adopted me as the people I previously lived with weren't all that nice to me. That was 5 years ago. Now I'm 15, and times have changed.

Tony had brought Peter into the compound as he was living here as an avenger. At first we were really close. He's the same age as me, and we both had really similar interests, such as Star Wars and sub sandwiches. He started hanging out with me and Nat more, which I didn't mind, because he was my friend. But then Nat became close with him, like really close. And then she dropped the bombshell. She was going to adopt Peter too. To say I was shocked is an understatement. But I brushed it off as I liked Peter, and now he's basically my brother. We still did things as the 3 of us, but over time Peter started turning against me.

He would blame me for different things, such as not putting the cereal box away after breakfast, when everyone knows I only eat cereal at night. He's smarter and louder than I am, so everyone believes him. We were in the same year at school and in most of the same classes, so Peter started making me do his homework so he could play Mario Kart with Nat. I'm not as clever as him though, so his scores dropped. But he still managed to blame me, saying that I kept distracting him in class and wouldn't let him do the work. None of that was true, but I was powerless against Peter's word.

In the beginning it was just little comments and jabs at me which I tried my best to ignore. I stayed out of his way and made sure I cleaned up, did all my homework and didn't do anything he could pick on me for. But Peter found other ways. He started deliberately tripping me up as we got off the bus to school, he would make sure my food was boiling hot so I burned my mouth, and he would try and get as many full-force hits in as he could when we were sparring. I shook it off each time though, not wanting to make a big deal out of it. It wasn't anything I couldn't handle, so I was fine. Until the next time.

Over the weeks he got more and more physical. He wouldn't hold back in training, so I'd come out with bruises and cuts every day. He "accidentally" handed me a knife the wrong way, so I grabbed the blade, causing it to slice my hand open. But even then, Nat shouted at me for being so careless, stating that Peter had given it to me the right way, and I was just not paying attention. I tried to fight my corner, but she just ignored me, going off into the living room with Peter.

It wasn't just the physical stuff that was getting worse. He belittled me mentally too. Calling me "the fat avenger", "the useless one". But the lowest blow was when he said that what my parents did to me was justified, because "who could ever love something like you Y/n." My parents sold me when I was really young, claiming they needed the money more than a daughter. That comment struck deeper than all the others, and I tried to distance myself from Peter and the rest of the team after that.

I started to believe what he said. Maybe I am worthless. That's why my parents sold me. Because I'm not good enough. For anyone. Even Nat managed to replace me.

These negative thoughts swirled around my head constantly. At least the physical abuse I got from Peter helped distract from that. But something changed. And I didn't realise it until it was too late.

3 weeks ago Peter was sent on a mission. It was a fairly simple task, but he was "distracted" apparently, and he got injured. His webbing snapped causing him to fall. He received a concussion, a sprained ankle and several large bruises. Nat made him stay in the medical bay until the doctors cleared him to move.