Marvel Men Imagines

Steve x Reader - School Bullies

Description: Y/N is dealing with a lot of bullying at school but doesn't tell anybody. Steve finds out and tries to help her deal with it.

Word count: 1530

Warnings: cursing, bullying, description of abusive past

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Y/N's POV

I hate this shit. I don't understand why me. I hate feeling like this. I hate that I can't do anything's about it. I have to keep it a secret.

It all started when I, well, actually when people were just bored and started messing with me. I am a 4.0 GPA student that uses glasses, and just with that, you are the perfect target for bullies. I know I'm smarter than them, therefore I don't it give it a lot of significance. And usually, not much happens. But today, today hurt like a bitch.

I was walking down the hallway with my headphones on minding my own business. They, and by they, I mean the most popular girl in school, Alison, her stupid ass jock boyfriend, James, and their group of friends, or slaves, as I call them, usually say stuff to me but I just ignore them cause they are all dickheads, but when they shouted something to me today, it hit me like a fucking bullet.

In the past, I was physically and psychologically abused by my parents; they used to hit me, make me starve, and they would insult me, calling me useless, a piece of shit, and mostly, they would tell me nobody would ever like me, let alone love me. And that's what the jocks yelled at me: they told me I was useless and nobody loved me.

"Hey Y/N! How was your day?" Nat asked as I quickly passed through the kitchen after school. I was not in the mood to talk, plus, I was blasting J. Cole on my headphones, therefore I wasn't really paying attention.

I went straight up to my room and shut the door after entering the room.

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3rd person POV

Nat, Steve and Clint exchanged looks as to what just happened.

"That was odd," Clint suddenly said breaking the silence that was beginning to be too loud in the kitchen.

"Agreed. She usually greets us happily and starts chatting without us having to say anything," Nat responded.

"Yeah. Even when she's down she usually at leasts says 'hi' back."

"Should I talk to her?" Nat asked the two men. Steve hadn't said anything to the moment. He was just standing there with his arms crossed thinking.

"No. I'll go. I'll talk to her and see if she's ok," Steve cut off. With that, he just left the kitchen with a decided look on his face. He reached the elevator thinking briefly about how he was going to approached this weird behavior the adolescent was having. Ding, the elevator sounded as it finally got to Y/N's floor. Steve started walking towards the door and slowly knocked. No answer. "Y/N, it's me. Can I come in?"

No response. Again. Steve just opened the door and slowly walked in, feeling like he was tras passing. But he would do anything for this girl. There she was. Just sitting in her desk with headphones in her ears. Steve, being about 16 feet away, could clearly hear No Role Modelz by J. Cole that was playing in the white clean and neat earbuds. That's why she didn't hear the knock, Steve thought. Everybody knew Y/N lived for J. Cole.

Steve approached the girl sitting in her desk with a notebook open. "Hey. You okay?"

She jumped at the sudden man in her room. "Shit. Sorry. Didn't see you there." Steve opened his mouth to say something but Y/N quickly interrupted, "-and please don't say language." Steve just nodded sort of accepting his fate.