Marvel [oneshots].

too similar [N.R]

I'm sorry but in this fic it's kinda important for reader to have green eyes and red hair, I'm so sorry

Reader gets visions.
Pronouns: they/them (if any)
Reader age: 14

Warnings: kind of self harm but not really, death.

Word count: 731

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"Clint wheres Nat?" Bruce asked. You already knew, you didn't need to hear it, the look in clints eyes said everything.

You didn't wait for his answer. Instead you ran up to your room and got in the bathroom.

You were mad at her. You told her not to, you had a feeling that something would happen, and she just looked at you with a loving smile and kissed your head.

"Mama please don't go..I had a vision that somethingbad will happen.."
"I promise I'll come back malyshka"
"Pinky Promise?"
"Pinky promise, I alwayscome back for my baby" she hooked your pinkies together, smiled, and left.

Your eyes filled with tears at the memory.
You told her, why couldn't she listen?

You were mad at the world. Why did it have to take your mom? Why? You didn't deserve it. She didn't deserve it.

You looked in the mirror.
You looked at your face, you look so similar.

The face shape, the nose, your eyes, the way your red hair fell on your back.
It was all to much. You couldn't look at yourself. Everytime you look in the mirror you see her face.

You screamed in frustration and without thinking you raised your fist and punched the mirror.

You didn't care about the glass going everywhere and cutting into your skin. you didn't care about the shards stuck in your fist, cutting deeper into your flesh. you didn't care about anything.
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Steve walked past your room to his, still processing what he just heard, Natasha Romanoff, one of his best friends, is dead.

He heard a muffled scream coming from your room followed by something breaking.
Immediatly he went to your room to check on you. He was too scared to lose you as well, you were like his kid for him.

Steve opened the door to your room only to find it empty. He went over to the bathroom door and found it locked.

Steve knocked on the door multiple times and called out your name but you didn't answer.
He bumped his side against the door a couple of times before it broke down.

There he found you at the floor, crying hysterically surrounded by pieces of glass and blood all over your hands and face.

He got down to your level and put his hand on your back.
"Y/n" He gently called out to you.
You locked at him with an unreadable expression, a mixture of anger, agony, and grief.

"We look too similar...." you muttered incoherently.
"Slow down y/n/n" He said.
He held your shoulders and made you look at him.

"Copy my breathing sweetheart" He started taking deep breathes and you copied him.
When you calmed down he asked you, "now can you tell me what happened?"

"We look too similar, I can't look in the mirror, everytime I look I see her, I can't take it its too much!"

Steve looked at you with empathy and love in his eyes, he could only imagine what you feel like.

He took you in his arms and you cried into his chest. When you pulled away he looked at your hand.
"Can I have a look at that?" He asked you and motioned to your hand.

You nodded and he lifted tou to your feet.
"Let's go to my room, this place is filled with glass"
You followed him to his room.

When you got to the bathroom you sat on the counter and waited from him to get the first aid kit from the cabinet.

He started by cleaning the small cuts on your face and moved to your hand.
He carefully started to take out the glass with a pair of tweezers.
You hissed in pain from time to time but eventually it was all out and he bandaged it.

"Thanks" you said as you jumped down from the counter and hugged him.
He hugged back and kissed the top of your head.
"Anything for you sweetheart"

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Idk I didn't really like the ending but I hope you enjoyed it my lovelies <3