Y/N was the adopted child of Natasha Romanoff, when she died Clint Barton and his family became his legal guardians. Following in his mother's footsteps Y/n has been using what training Natasha bestowed upon him to help fight the crimes plaguing New...
It had been over half a year since the X-men were all but wiped out by Y/N sending them into another timeline, he hardly spoke a word to anyone outside of Nat and a few of the Avengers. Nat, Clint, Tony and Steve were the only ones who could get him to speak, his school life had gone downhill, his grades were fine but he felt uncomfortable at almost every school he had attended over the past few months, though he was settling into Midtown high better than he had settled into most other schools in the past few months. He made a few 'friends', and a few Enemies.
He got into a fight on his first day sticking up for some kid names Peter who was being bullied by a kid who went by Flash. From the reports Y/N warned Flash to leave Peter and his friends alone, gave Eugene to the count of three to get out of his face and headbutted the kid on the count of two. Peter also managed to get a few words out of Y/N every now and then.
Y/N's routine was set in stone to the point that he was able to go through life on autopilot.
Wake up, get showered and dressed, have breakfast, go to school, go through the school day, come home, do homework, work out, rest for a bit, eat, work out, sleep. Rinse and repeat. The team was worried about him, as were his friends in school.
Y/N was at his core...broken.
He was with Nat that night eating in complete silence until the silence was broken by a sigh from Natasha.
"Y/N look, I'm gonna make a suggestion, just hear me out. I think you need to see a therapist, see someone about what happened. This can't carry on, you've hardly spoken a word in six months."
"What kind of therapist deals with kids committing genocide to save the world? Please tell me cause I'd love to meet them." Y/N muttered as Nat put her fork down.
"Y/N you need to talk to someone." Nat said as Y/N shook his head.
"Who should I talk to then, if not a therapist then who...You? Okay, I don't sleep at night cause whenever I close my eyes I can see their faces and hear them cursing me, the nights I do sleep I wake up in a cold sweat and in tears. I don't think this would make it as a summer feel good movie mom! I failed them alright. I failed them all!" Y/N snapped at Natasha who sat there hurt by Y/N's words. The boy emptied the last of his food into the bin and cleaned his plate before grabbing his brown jacket and putting it on. "I'm going to clear my head. Don't follow me."
Natasha sat there defeated as she saw Clint come in.
"Hey, you okay?"
"Yeah, he didn't take the suggestion of therapy very well." Nat said as she looked at her reflection in a window and noticed her eyes were red and puffy.
"He'll find a way to cope with it. You know what he's like. Whatever he said, he probably didn't mean it." Clint said as Nat looked at him and nodded.
Y/N was walking through the streets of New York, he was thinking of stopping by Peters but when he knocked on the door May answered and told him Peter might not have been in the best mood.
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