Marvel Imagines

Trauma

•Female Y/n•

As i sit on the sofa with Natasha, Jane and Thor walk in biggering. A small disagreement they've been having for a few days. Something about Thor being on missions constantly? It's silly. Jane wants Thor to be around more especially since they are expecting.

The redhead beside me look at me, assuring herself that I'm okay. The constant "disagreement" they've been on causing me to be on edge for a past few days.

I smile at her a little and start to bounce my leg. "For god sake Jane!" The viking says to Jane with a raised voice. I gulp a little and pretend nothing is happening as I quicken my pace of scrolling through Instagram on my phone.

"OH ENOUGH THOR! YOU CAN'T ALWAYS BE AWAY." Jane finally yells at the tall God of Thunder. A groan and a quick bash of the hand on the counter top making jump.

Natasha stands up and takes my hand, a silent way of saying we should leave before I have a panic attack. Arguments always making me breakdown since I left my parents after becoming an Avenger.

Thor starts yelling as I take Nats hand and quickly get to my feet. I tighten my grip to the redheads soft hand as I feel a quick spiral coming on. Interlocking her fingers with mine we make our way to the door.

Eventually the couple in the lounge room yell at eachother more. Setting my spiral of start to shake and tear up at flashbacks of my childhood begin flooding in.

"Nat.." I mumble.

She looks at me, "Yes Lo-" her voice starts but quickly silences as tears roll down my face.

"Nat..I can't do this again." I tell her as I fear being hospitalised again.

She gets me to sit in her lap on the floor before she yelps out, "Guys..that's enough, talk it out or take it outside." She tells the couple loudly fighting.

"Screw off Widow." Jane tells her before screaming at Thor even more.

Still hearing their fighting I cry more and shake in the Widows arms.

"Stop." I mumble.

With no silence, I enter a state of mind I struggle to control. "Shut up!" I yell before hitting Natasha leg unknowingly then smacking my hand on the wall beside us.

The arguing stops.

Continuing to hit the wall, I kick myself of Natasha and begin hitting the wall with my hands and mildly bashing my head against it.

Thor runs over, "Oh god." He says before trying to grab and restrain me. "Y/n it's okay." He tells me with a guilty tone in his voice.