⎯ 𝐀𝐆𝐄 ; 8 years old
⎯ 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃𝐒 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐓 ; 1128
⎯ 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 ; none
⎯ 𝐀𝐔𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐑'𝐒 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄 ; james in this story will be your father's name, but you can pretend it's different if you want to!
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From the beginning, your life was different from that of other children. Your parents had a successful company which means money. Outsiders would say - what could such a little girl be missing in such a rich family? Money is not everything, especially for a 8 year old girl.
All your life you have only had contact with adults. No siblings, no friends by home schooling, no other family. Your parents didn't look after you. Only business mattered to them. To be honest they didn't even love each other. When you were looking for some attention from them, they reacted aggressively. Always.
In short you have never been truly loved - but what is love?
This day started as usual as usual. Breakfast in the deadly silence, school. You were sitting in living room on the floor playing with your toys, when you heard the sound of the heels. Your mom always wearing them so you ignored that.
After a moment a redhead woman in a red knee-length dress and red high heels you've heard - entered the living room and that definitely wasn't your mom. She was holding some papers in a briefcase.
You looked at her confused. She noticed you and gave you big smile. She seems kind. - You thought.
Your eye contact was interrupted by your dad walking into the living room.
,,Uh, good afternoon Mrs. Y/L/N." She said to your dad sticking out a hand.
,,Good afternoon, Ms...?" He waited for her to introduce herself.
You were still watching this woman.
,,Oh, I'm sorry. Rushman. Natalie Rushman." She corrected herself.
,,Ah, you're probably my wife's new assistant." He smiled at her. Obviously this smile was fake. Like everything there. ,,Y/N, come here." He ordered.
You stand up and ran towards them. You hiden behind your dad's leg, cause guests in this house are very rare and you were just little shy.
He grabbed your arm and pulled you forward. ,,This is Y/N. Our daughter. You'll probably see her a lot here." He looked down at you then again at her.
She lowered herself to you height. ,,Hi Y/N. Nice to meet you. I'm Natalie." She sticked out a hand. You were a little bit surprised. Yet none of your parents' employees have even asked for your name, let alone introduce themselves.
You shook her hand and gave gentle smile.
,,Use your words." Your dad wanted to pat you on the head but you thought he was going to hit you so you stepped back.
Natalie definitely noticed that something here is going on. She raised her eyebrow and looked up at your dad.
He chuckled as if nothing had happened. ,,Oh, sweetie you thought I'm going to hit you? I would never." He kissed your head.
She looked back at you. ,,It's okay being shy." She whispered to you and standed up.
,,Go back to this toys or homework or whatever you were doing Y/N." He said pushing you towards your toys.
And you did as he said, because you had no choice. You sat down on the carpet and went back to playing.
What an asshole. It's just a little girl for a god sake. Natalie thought.
Natalie looked at you for a moment longer still thinking about this situation with your dad. "Alright, I think Ms. Y/L/N is waiting for me. Can I ask where is she?" She sighed.
,,Go straight along this corridor and to the left. She probably will be there." He pointed on the corridor.
,,Thank you." She smiled and she began walking towards the corridor.
Natalie is so nice! I would love to be friends with her! You thought as you turned around to see her one more time.
Natalie's POV
I found Mrs. Y/L/N's office and we talked for a while about working conditions. Then I signed some paper and we started talking about life. I'll take care of their dubious company later. For now I wanted to know more about Y/N. I don't like the fact she thought her father was going to hit her. Something must be up.
,,I hadn't know you have a daughter." I started and took sip of my water.
,,Most people don't know." She added as she was organizing some documents.
,,Intresting. She's adorable, how old she is?" I asked curious hopefully she won't mind.
She sighed. ,,She's eight. Can we don't talk about this? You're here for job if I remember correctly." She smirked and looked at me.
I knew she would stop talking at some point, but no need to worry. I'd find out the rest.
I cleaned my throat. ,,Yeah, sorry. My mistake."
,,I know." She smiled sarcastic.
You bitch. I already hate this women.
After a while Y/N burst into the room. She had a drawing in her hand, probably for her mother.
,,Mommy, look!" She handed her mother a drawing. I smiled at this cuteness.
,,Damn it. I told your father to look after you." She sighed. ,,James, hasn't your Y/N gone somewhere?" She screamed at her husband.
James - so that's how this asshole is named.
,,Y/N, come back here!" He shouted.
,,Do you like it, mom?" Y/N said still smiling.
,,Yes, but now go to your dad." She pointed on doors.
Y/N sighed in disappointment and began walk towards door. When she walk past me I whispered: ,,I love it sweetie."
She heard it and a big smile crossed her face. A child's smile is lovely. How can these people underestimate it?
,,James, take her I'm trying to work." She pointed on me.
,,Yes, sorry darling." He picked up Y/N and went back to living room.
,,Sorry Natalie. Back to bussines." She said to me.
I thought she couldn't apologize.
I felt so sorry for Y/N. How they could treat their own daughter like that? I knew I wouldn't leave it like that.
After the call was over, I left this house and called Fury right away.
,,Nick, I'm not leaving that little girl there." I said as I got in the car.
,,Romanoff, what a little girl?" He asked confused.
,,Some people should not just become parents." I said and ended call.
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