Natasha, Wanda and Yelena oneshots

Professor (Natasha)

Tw: abuse and transphobia
Trans fem reader x G!p Nat
Something new 😏

It was a terrible choice to walk alone in the street in only your T-shirt and with no shoes. Your feet were cold as ice and hurting so much. But to be honest, you preffered that, than your father's punches.

You left home in such a hurry... Will you ever come back there?

And all because you tried to buy yourself a dress...

Let's start from the beginning of the story.

When you were born and then raised by your abusive dad, everyone thought you were a boy. But since you could remember you felt strange and weird. Time went by and you leanrt what transgender means.

Everything became so clear, like the fog dissapeared from your sight. You were a girl. Just born in wrong body.

You started reading about that stuff as much as you could. One day, when your mother was still alive, she discovered all your books that you tried to hide. She told your dad, and he beat you. It was always like that. He tried to beat the masculinity into you.

When your mom died due to cancer, he started drinking more and kind of stopped caring so much about you.
You started going to local university because you couldn't afford anything better.

You didn't have any friends your age because everyone treated you like a freak. So it resulted that you spent most of your time studying and dreaming about getting out of here. Maybe even starting hormones... That seemed so impossible until you met Natasha Romanoff.

She was thirty something and new Russian teacher. She quickly became your friend. Even if you had age difference, she treated you equally, like a normal human you were.

You often stayed in her office while she was checking tests. Those were the happiest momments of your life. She gave you her lipstick and you wore it to all her classes.

Sometimes she let you try on her clothes. You felt so happy and free.

She encouraged you to have your dream hairstyle.

Sometimes, when nobody was around she called you her good girl. It gave you butterflies that you thought you'd never experience.

But sometimes this relationship made you cry. You were so in love with her, but there were no chances that you two would be a couple. You could be together legally, but she couldn't risk her position and respect. She worked too hard for it.

One time, you saw she had an amazing dress, you immediately wanted to try on, but that wasn't your size, and you were afraid of destroying it. So you asked where she bought it.

That evening, you were sitting in your room, doing extra exercises from Russian when you heard your father curse while closing the fridge. He took some cash from the drawer with his socks and left the house. He's gonna buy more alcohol. You frowned and wanted to come back to your work when an idea popped in your mind.

No, Y/N it's too risky. But he'll be too drunk to count...

You took 200 dollars (idk of this isn't too much or not enough, I don't buy dresses 😅) and went to the store next day.

When you showed your outfit to Natasha she seemed... Odd. She didn't compliment you or anything like usually. Instead, she looked at you, and then refused to do that again. She was staring at the papers on her desk.

That put you in a bad mood, so you came home earlier, only to see your dad searching through all drawers. Your eyes went wide when you saw all dresses, skirts, make up tools, laying on the floor.

You filthy thief!

He pinned you to the wall and started choking.

This...

He motioned at the clothes.

Isn't a way that my son should dress himself.

D-daughter.

You whispered, trying to catch your breath, but his hand was blocking you from that.

What did you said?!

I'm sorry for stealing from you but I'm not a man. I'm a woman.

What are you saying. My son... My dear boy... Who told you those lies? It's a sin, you need help...

Indeed. I need help and support in going through tranistion.

You felt sudden pain in your stomach when he punched you there. He tried again, but you kicked him in the crotch and ran. Ran as fast as you could, like you were running for your life.

That's how you ended here, sitting at the bus stop, not really waiting for anything, because buses stopped driving at this hour.

Your eyes were almost closing, so you laid on the bench and tried to fell asleep. Maybe when you wake up, it'll be better. Or maybe you won't wake up at all...

Someone lightly tapped your shoulder so you jumped up, but your vision was a little blurry...

Tasha! What are you doing here?

Your sight came back to normal and you saw her car behind her, with its engine still turned on.

I got hungry and wanted to buy some ready pasta. I should be the one asking you this!

Oh really? Damn!

You hissed, placing your hand on your stomach. Trying to stand up so fast wasn't the best idea.

Now she saw the red mark around your throat and your bleeding feet.

Of my fucking god, what happened?! Here let me help you.

She just picked you up like you weighted nothing and carefully placed in her car. While she was driving, you tried to tell her the story with as much details as possible.

I didn't want to torure you with too long chapters so there's part two.