Natasha Romanoff x Y/N Daughter Oneshots

ED

Age: 13
TWs: eating disorder, vomiting, depression
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Y/N's POV:

'You're too fat'
'Stop eating so much'
'You don't deserve to be here'

No one was actually saying these things to me but these thoughts were flying all around my head and they never shut up.

I honestly just feel exhausted, I wish it could just be quiet but they're so loud and they're right.

I know my mom would notice if I just stopped eating altogether so I just have small portions and only eat the least calorific food and then I purge in my bathroom.

"Y/N, do you want any dessert?" Mom asked me, snapping me back to reality at the dinner table.

"Oh, no thank you I'm full" I grimaced as I looked at the donuts sat in front of me.

"Go on, donuts are your favourite!" Wanda said, pushing the box towards me.

'Go on take one'
'You can just purge it later'

The voices in my head urged me to take one so I took one and started to nibble at it. A wave of guilt engulfed me as I swallowed the last piece, so I excused myself to go straight up to my bathroom and purge.

Natasha's POV:

I've been getting increasingly worried about y/n over the last couple of weeks, her food portion sizes have dropped dramatically, she's lost so much weight, I'm finding her hair all over the house and worst of all she's just not her usual self.

When she said she didn't want a donut today I knew something was going on so I kept an eye on her as she ate it and I could almost see her beating herself up about it behind her sad eyes.

"Nat?" Wanda said to me, gently kicking my leg under the table.

"Hmm what?" I said, snapping out of worrying about y/n.

"I said didn't it seem weird that y/n refused a donut at first?" Wanda said to me, pulling my fingers from my mouth, I bite my nails when I'm worried.

"Oh sorry, yeah I'm starting to get really worried about her, she's lost so much weight, I think I need to go and talk to her" I said as I stood up from the table.

"Okay well let me know if you need anything" Wanda said, giving me a sympathetic smile.

I headed up to y/n's room, trying to plan what to say to her, she's never struggled this badly before so I don't yet know how to help her.

I got to her bedroom and knocked on her door, "detka, can I come in?" I said.

No response.

"Y/N/N?" I called out to her as I knocked again.

Still no response.

I pushed my ear to her door and heard some sobs coming from her room.

"Y/N, I'm coming in now" I pushed her door open but she wasn't in her room, her bathroom door was slightly open so I walked over and pushed the door open.

"Oh my-, sweetheart no please stop" I grabbed her hands and pulled her fingers from her throat and pulled her into a tight hug.

"Mom no please let go I need to finish" she sobbed as she tried to pull away.

"No baby, you don't, you don't need to do this" I released her from the hug but held onto her arms, "let's go into your room and talk about this"