Natasha R. x Female reader AVENGERS ONE SHOTS

I need you now

Y/n's POV

My whole life, I've been told the same things over and over again.

"You're too wild."
"You're too angry."
"Just calm down."

But no one ever helped, no one ever knew. If they did, how would they feel? Sad? Mad? Guilty? Pity full? Or nothing?

The fucking wolves.

I was always the bad guy. The foreign one. The unwanted one.

It's always my fault.

As soon as I tried to change, guess where I ended up.

A cell in the avengers tower. Let me give you a back story:

My names Y/n Romanoff. Black widow's daughter- kid- child- none of those even fit, I'm just the one she adopted so she could feel something.

By something, I mean unconditional love, her other half, you know? But of course.

I, do to much.

I, care to much.

I'm, always wrong.

Never the one in the right, always in the wrong.

I was always the hot headed one, the demon child, and of course Peter, is the golden child, the one who gets all the attention, all the love, all the support. Anything he wanted? His.

When I came out, everyone treated me like I wasn't even there. Peter comes out, and he gets a fucking party.

But as always, I bottled my emotions.

I failed a single test, and damn near got kicked out for "Always fucking around." Those were my mom's- Natasha's words.

Peter failed a test and it's "Everybody messes up, Petey." Also Natasha's words.

But, enough of that.

Wanna know why I'm currently in a cell throwing a small ball around? Well, lets take it back to yesterday.

I was sitting at the kitchen table, just chilling, on my phone, talking to friends.
"Hey Y/n." Rolling my eyes at the sound of his voice, I stand from my seat and walk past him "Peter." I respond, continuing to my room.

Then a hand pulled me back by my wrist. "I suggest you take your hand off of me."

"Not until you tell me why you're always bitchy." He grits. I started to feel this...this fuse inside of me start to slowly burn, like I have this- itch, to hurt him.

"Gonna say it one last time, let me go Peter." His grip tightens "No." and this is where I lose it.

I quickly yank my arm towards me, then push him back as hard as I could, sending him flying into the wall and into the next room.

I exhale and walk back to my room, ignoring his cries for help.

"Y/N M/N ROMANOFF!"

And that's how I ended up here. The door opens and I look up to see the Widow herself.

She slides a plate of food into the cell, sitting on a chair. I look over at the plate then chuckle at whats on it, salmon.

"I'm not eating that." I tell her as I continue to throw the ball in the air. "Why not? It's your favorite." I chuckle at this. "No, it's not. It's Peters favorite. I'm allergic to seafood, remember?" I see guilt flash over her face for a second from the corner of my eye.

I laugh again "Wow, you're truly pathetic." I mumble. "What?" Her face contorts to one of anger.

"You. Are. Truly. Pathetic." I say sitting up to fully face her, her eyebrow twitches and her jaw clenches "Thats no way to talk to your mother." She stands up, almost like she was trying to size me up through a cell.

Some mother.

"Please, you aren't my fucking mother." I say, standing up as well "Never have been, never will be."

"If you were my mother, you would have cared, actually cared, you know? You probably don't even remember my birthday." I scoff.

"June 1st." She says. wow. Just wow.

"That's Peters birthday. That proves my point, you know a boy who's been in you life for a years, better than you know your so called daughter." My eyes were starting to fill with tears but I won't let them fall.

"You should've just fucking adopted him." I say sitting back down.

"Y/n." hear voice quivers as she slowly sits back down "Talk to me. Please?"

"I've been trying to talk to you for years, YEARS! And now you want to just sit down and talk, you're fucking hilarious, you don't even care, I can tell. You're only here because you want to know why your SON is laying in a hospital because of me." I shout at her, the lump in my throat getting heavier with every word.

"And I'll tell you, ever since you adopted me, I've been the problem, the burden. My anger issues were "Too much to handle." My attitude was horrible and still is, I know that and I'm sorry, but I can't fucking help it, thats just me. But, ever since Peter came around...It, it got worse, because I see how everyone is with him and it's like, damn, am I really that horrible?" I let out a watery chuckle.

"And yesterday, he- he just pushed to the edge, -and I snapped. It was like a fuse inside of me was lit, and I, I had this itch to do it. Do I regret it? Yes, if I could go back I would change what I did, but I can't." I actually let the tears start flowing and she slowly unlocks the cell, walking in and embracing me.

"I'm so- shh." She shushes me as I continue to cry "I know I've always had problems, but I need you now."

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A/n: this has no part 2, before anyone asks🙂