Little Roger Barnes

Oh Y/N

TW: self-harm, mention of ED

Bruce walked over to you and began cleaning up your arms to get a better look.

'These fresh ones are gonna need stitches, the other need treatment but should be fine.' He said to your parents. Tony had heard the commotion and had now walked over to where you were all huddled up.

'What's going on.' Tony asked.

'Mind your business Tony.' Bucky said with a death glare. Bruce got his equipment ready and then looked at you right in the eyes, 'Ok kiddo this is going to hurt a little but I need you to be brave.'

You nodded and Bruce began to stitch up your arm. Lucky for you this time you hadn't done much before your parents had walked in. You sat there and waited for Bruce to finish no one saying anything. Bruce finished the stitches and said 'all done.'

Bruce then left taking Tony with him. Your parents sat down next to you and your Papa redirected your eyes to his.
'Y/N please tell us what is bothering you,' he said with a look in his eyes that makes it impossible to say no.

'I-I can't,' you said no longer crying.

'Please Y/N we want to help you,' your Dad said.

'I w-would but I just don't know how,' you said beginning to tear up again.

'Can you at least tell us how long you've been doing this,' your Papa said in a voice of hope.

'S-six m-months, since the beginning of last summer,' you said avoiding eye contact.

'Why didn't you tell anyone Y/N, we care about you very much and we could have done something.' Your dad said.

You sat in silence you weren't ready to talk. You shuffled backwards away from your parents and held your knees.
Your parents seeing you needed time left the room. Jarvis was monitoring you plus the door was locked you should be fine. You sat in silence for an hour and then layed down almost immediately falling asleep.

Meanwhile the Avengers were having a meeting.

'Can someone please explain to me what that was just about,' Tony said looking over in the direction of your parents.

'What, what was about?' Natasha asked curiously.

'We found out Y/N has been self-harming,' Bucky said reluctantly.

'What?!' Natasha said with a clearly upset tone.

'Why?' She then asked after getting over the shock.

'Well we don't know, we asked her and she said she didn't know how to tell us,' Steve said.

'Where is she now?' Nat asked with a worried tone.

'Still in the lab,' Bucky replied.

'Alone?! Why did You leave her alone,' Natasha said.

'She's fine Nat, she just needed some space, besides Jarvis is watching her.' Steve reassured your worried Aunt.

Steve and Bucky talked to the Avengers for another hour receiving reassurance that you would be ok in the end before coming back into the lab. You hadn't moved since they had left you had been in a trance like state.

Your Papa scooped you up and placed you in his lap while him and your dad hugged you. They did this for about five minutes before your Papa looked right into your eyes and said, 'Y/N I need you to tell me why you did this.'

You sighed as a single tear left your eye you bit down on your cheeks then letting and begging to speak , 'I just feel like a burden,' you began and then paused.
'As though nobody truly wants me, I feel like every thing I do is wrong. I feel like I don't deserve to feel this way, I'm just stupid for feeling that way. I feel like every thing they said to me was true. I am Ugly, a Loser, a Weirdo, a Geek, a Nerd, fat. I am Weak, a Baby, a Dwarf , a Midget.' You finished removing yourself from your parents embrace.

To your unbeknown Nat had been stood at the doorway while you had said that. Your Parents were now furious that people had said that to you. Nat walked into the room and walked straight up to you.

'Y/N listen to me, you are so beautiful, you are not a loser, you aren't fat, you are neither a dwarf nor a midget your only seven you will still grow and you most certainly are not weak and you know it. As far as being a nerd and a geek goes there is absolutely nothing wrong with that I mean Tony and Bruce are both nerds and geeks and their doing just fine.' Natasha said to you pulling you into a hug.

You were crying and hugged her back, 'I'm sorry.' You said.

'Sweetheart you have nothing to be sorry for, this isn't your fault.' Your Papa said. Natasha let go of you and you could see the sadness in her eyes. You wished you could go back in time. You knew it was more than what you had said but you weren't going to tell them about the drugs the smoking, getting beat up and starving yourself.

You had missed lunch that day from all of the days events and it was now dinner time and you knew your parents weren't going to leave you alone.