Marvel Women One Shots

Bad day - Mama Nat

Warnings: depression and mentions of self harm and self harm scars

Wow two updates so close together? What a concept.

I stared at the ceiling fan as it whirred above me. How long have I been laying here? I knew I had been here all day, but the exact time of the day was unknown to me.

    It had been one of those days. Waking up, having no motivation to do anything. I wanted to sleep all day and just not worry about existing, but that's unfortunately not how life works. I just wanted to sleep for a week. I felt so tired.

    Weird thing was, no one had come into my room just to check and see if I was awake. Usually my mom or Aunt Wanda would come in to wake me up if I was sleeping into the later parts of the day. But it was Saturday so maybe they were having mercy on me and letting me sleep in.

    My mom happened to be the infamous Black Widow, but I wasn't her biological kid. She adopted me when I was small, saying that she found me in a Hydra cell. I don't remember much from that time of my life, I was so little when all that happened, but Natasha took me in and raised me for years. Now I am sixteen and in high school.

    What if they forgot about me, or actually didn't care if I was here or still alive? No...that's going a bit far. They love me, I know they do. At least that's what I thought. But what if I was wrong and they actually didn't care what happened to me. I don't even care what happens to me so why would they care?

    I groaned, squeezing my eyes shut as my hands found my face. My day had been full of thoughts just like these and I couldn't get them to stop. My mind seemed to be on autopilot, jumping from one intrusive thought to the next as I just laid there. There was no stopping the thoughts. They just happened and I couldn't do anything about them. I had tried coping, using some healthy and some not-so-healthy options. Neither seemed to shut up the thoughts and stop the perpetual numbness.

    I rolled over in bed and spotted my phone on the nightstand. I could check it, probably should check it.

    Sighing, I reached out and picked up my phone and powered it on. There were a few notifications from Instagram and TikTok, but there was one text from my mom saying that she was running to the store. It was from two hours ago so she was probably back at the compound by now.

    I dropped my phone on my bed and rolled onto my back. It was the afternoon, nearing 1:30 pm. I had been laying here for hours, but for how long I wasn't sure.

    I should probably get up, stretch my legs, maybe go to the bathroom and get something to eat. Maybe I could even change out of my pajamas, but that's a lot of work. I hadn't eaten all day, but I didn't have the energy to get up. I didn't have the energy or the motivation to try today.

    Speak of the devil, there was a knock at my bedroom door.

    Please go away. I just wanna be alone right now.

    Another knock. So it wasn't Wanda on the other side because she would have sensed my thoughts.

"Y/n, you in here?" my mom's voice called out as she opened the door slightly, sticking her head into my bedroom.

I had the lights off and the curtains drawn to make the room dark. My room was a mess. There were some dirty dishes and my homework piled up on my desk while my clothes, both clean and dirty, were scattered across the floor.

She must have spotted me curled up in bed because she stepped into my room fully and closed the door behind her. She crossed her arms and glanced around, taking in the chaos that was my living quarters.