black widow cast member

Guilt

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Reader is 12

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"Come on Y/N, we have to go." Rachel, my new Mom calls, walking into my room, where I was sitting on my phone.

"Do I have to?" I ask, not wanting to be around her, or go to stupid set all day.

I didn't need someone to look after me. I had managed 12 years on my own. I didn't need someone now.

Yes, Rachel was nice enough. But I don't need her.

"Yes. All you do is sit in your room, come on." Rachel beckons to the doorway.

I huff, getting of my bed and throwing my coat on.

"Thank you, sweetheart." Rachel says softly, as we walk down the stairs.

"Don't call me sweetheart." I snap. The words coming out slightly harsher than intended.

I can see a flash of hurt cross across Rachel's face, making me feel slightly bad, before I push past my feelings, getting into the back of the car.

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I sit on my phone the whole car ride to set until Rachel's tells me to get out.

We get out of the car and walk through security, to all the trailers.

"Can you wait on set today, please?" Rachel asks, making me groan in annoyance.

"Can't I stay in your trailer?" I beg her, not wanting to talk to anyone. Even though I like the rest of the cast, I really just wanted to go on my phone.

"No, Y/N. Please just sit on set." Rachel's asks me again, her voice slightly harder.

I roll my eyes, walking over to Rachel's chair and sitting down, bringing my legs up to my chest and taking my phone out. This was gonna be a long day.

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The cast were having a break, so I decided to put my headphones on to block out the noise.

I feel somebody take them off my head, making my eyes snap up to Rachel who was holding my headphones.

"Hey!" I protest, trying to grab them off her. "Give them back! There mine!"

"Can you actually talk to us please, Y/N. It's rude to sit there on your phone." Rachel tells me, holding the headphones out of my reach.

I can see the cast watching our conversation, but it didn't stop me from saying what I did.

"You can't fucking tell me what to do Rachel! Your not my Mom, and you will NEVER be!" I shout aggressively, almost instantly regretting my harsh words.

Rachel stands in shock, and I see her eyes start to tear up.

"I'm sorry..." She mutters, before turning and walking quickly away, despite the shouts of Scarlett, David and Flo.

I can't help but feel bad. She was just telling me to do something.

"That wasn't very nice, Y/N." I hear Scarlett scold.

"She's not my Mom." I repeat, firmly.

"Do you know why Rachel adopted you?" Flo asks me, her voice not as happy as usual.

I think for a moment before shaking my head. Rachel never told me.

"Rachel has been through two divorces, both of which have ended in miscarriages. She went to the doctors and found out that she could not have children." David tells me, sadly.

"She was so excited to finally adopt a kid." Scarlett continues. "All she wants is for you to accept her, Y/N."

I feel my eyes fill with tears. "I-I had no idea..." I mutter, feeling awful about what I said.

"We know you didn't. It's a sensitive subject for Rachel." Flo adds, sympathetically.

"I'm sorry..." I murmur, looking up at them with teary eyes.

"It's not us you need to be apologising too." Scarlett raises an eyebrow at me.

I nod, leaving my phone and coat on the chair, along with my headphones, before hurrying off to Rachel's trailer.

I get to the door and hear soft cries coming from inside, making me feel even worse if that was even possible.

I take a deep breath before knocking on the trailer door, making the crying silence.

"Come in!" Rachel's voice calls after a few seconds, her voice sounding slightly huskier than usual.

I open the door slowly, walking to where Rachel was in the bedroom.

"Y/N." Rachel exclaims, sounding slightly shocked I was here.

"I wanted to say I'm sorry..." I tell her, sincerely.

Rachel sniffs slightly as I continue.

"The cast told me why you adopted me, and I just wanted to say, I'm sorry. For everything that's happened." I fiddle with my fingers, to calm my nerves.

"It's not your fault." Rachel let's out a wet chuckle, wiping away a few stray tears.

"I'm sorry for being such a bitch to you, when you have been nothing but nice to me. I've never had anyone actually care for me before, without being paid to do it. Not that that's an excuse." I think about my many foster homes, where the people were horrible to us, and only in it purely for the money.

"And you deserve so much better." Rachel tells me softly, opening her arms in a gesture for a hug.

I was very hesitant to move forward. I haven't had much physical touch in my life, and why would Rachel what to hug me after all I said to her?

I walk forward slowly, before eventually letting Rachel's arms wrap around me.

I tensed up for a few seconds, before relaxing into the embrace and letting a few tears fall from my first proper hug in years.

"I'm so sorry, Rachel!" I sob, hugging her tightly.

I feel Rachel pull me onto her lap, and I push my body closer to hers, relishing her warm and calm aura.

"I know you are, sweetheart." Rachel whispers.

This time, I don't snap at the nickname, instead I smile. Maybe I could finally have a Mom.

"Thank you... Mom." I say, slowly. The name feeling foreign on my tongue.

I hear Rachel's breath hitch for a split second, before she kisses my forehead in a motherly way.

"Your welcome, baby."

I mean... that was ok, right? Well that's all ur getting so.