TW: self-harm, swearing, suicidal ideation,ect
'Y/N!' You could hear your Papa yelling at you.
'What the fuck! Why is there blood all over your pajama sleeves.' He said looking at you.
You having no idea you were in a dream were freaking out.
'I don't know,' you said agitatedly.
'ты поранился,' Bucky said looking at you. (You hurt yourself).
'Why the fuck would you do that! You have no good reason to, and you wonder why no one liked your attitude.' Steve said angrily.
'Why don't you just go kill yourself.' Bucky said.
'Your a stupid, stupid girl no one would care if you were gone.' Steve said in your dream.
You then began to wake up breathing heavily. You realised it was just a dream and calmed down a little but began to cry on the thought of your parents doing something like that.
You had no idea what the time was, or any thought of you waking someone else. At that moment you just wanted to die. You curled up into a tight ball and bit down on the side of your cheeks too upset and scared to do anything and just quietly cried.
Unlucky for you, your Papa next door had been struggling to sleep and heard you. He quietly got out of bed as to not wake up Bucky and walked out of the room. He came to your doorway and hearing you stopped crying and stayed curled up in a ball pretending you were asleep.
Your Papa walked over to your bed and sat next to you. Then he sat you up and not saying anything he hugged you.
'What's wrong baby?' Steve asked in a worried whisper seeing the little girl that was there before you had left for school only about two months ago.
You didn't answer instead rested into his chest. He kissed you on the top of the head and put his arm around you.
You calmed down a little feeling safer in your Papa's grasp and slowly fell asleep again.
When morning came you awoke noticing you were still in your Papa's arms.
'Morning, sweet girl.' Steve said looking you in the eyes.
'Morning Papa.' You said still upset from your night terror.
'Do you want to tell me what was wrong baby.' He looked at you with a concerned face.
'Just a night terror Papa.' You replied back technically not lying.
'Ok, my little soldier,' he said.
'I have to go train with Daddy and the other Avengers you can go back to sleep if you want but please behave.' He said kissing you on the head again before leaving.
You pulled the covers back over your head trying to go back to sleep but your thoughts overwhelmed you.
You then began to arise from your bed wishing you could be high and smoking right now.
You picked up the clothes from the day before too lazy to do anything else at all.
You picked up a backpack full of cash you had and headed out the door.
This time you didn't want to disobey your parents but you needed a break.
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Little Roger Barnes
FanfictionA little seven year old who everyone just assumes is completely and utterly dissobediant. When she is forced to go live with her famous parents who have no idea about the trouble she's been getting herself into. They attempt to get her to behave but...