The Littlest Maximoff (Avengers Fanfiction)

Twenty-Two

"She did what?!" I heard Steve exclaim from the kitchen, followed by Tony's laughter.

"Let him finish," I heard Pietro snap, the room fell silent again.

"I didn't pry much because I felt that she would be more comfortable talking about it with one of you over me, but she said that he touched her and she didn't like it," Bruce continued.

There was silence again.

"I'll talk to her," I heard Nat say, followed by the sound of a chair sliding on the hard floors.

I hurried back to my spot on the couch, sitting with my backpack at my feet.

Natasha walked out of the kitchen, eyes finding mine. She made her way over, sitting on the couch beside me. "So, you put someone in a locker?" She asked, raising an eyebrow at me.

"I did not put him in a locker!" I defended.

Her eyebrow went higher.

"I just pinned him against the lockers..." I trailed off, voice going small at the end.

"Why don't you just tell me what happened, start from the beginning," Natasha offered, turning to face me.

"I was at my locker with my friends, Ned and Peter," I started, she raised an eyebrow when I said their names, but didn't interrupt. "He said that my friends were losers and that I should go with him instead. I told him no. He grabbed me when I tried to walk away, so I twisted his wrist and pinned him to the locker. I told him to leave me alone and I walked away," I finished.

Natasha nodded her head, "That's okay, he shouldn't have touched you," Natasha informed me.

Natasha stood up, rubbing her hands on her thighs, "You aren't in trouble, you can go to your room and do your homework if you have any. I'll tell the others what you told me," Natasha decided.

I picked up my backpack to head to my room.

"Oh, Annabeth?" Natasha called.

I stopped and turned around.

"Good job,".