Marvel Imagines

Recovery Time

Age ~ 16
Gender ~ Female
Information: This story is a tad different. It's based of a day I had at an event a few months ago.

I did make this a while back, I just forgot to publish. Anyway, enjoy!

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"H- Hey Auntie Nat.." I mumble down the phone just loud enough for my Auntie on the other end to hear. Hearing some moving around on the other end  then a voice, "Hey sweetheart, you sound upset what's wrong?" She asks me softly. I sniffle a little before replying, "Can you come get me?" I ask her. She let's out a small sympathetic sigh down the speaker, "Yeah, I'll be there in 10. What's wrong?" She asks me. "I'll tell you when your here.." I tell her before she tells me she's on her way and hangs up.

Putting my phone back in my bag, I see my supervisor walk in. "Everything okay?" She asks me, a soft tone in her voice reassuring me my choice to go home is okay. "Yeah, my aunties coming to get me. I'm not normally like this, I'm sorry." I tell her. She smiles and shakes her head, "Don't worry lovely, my son has anxiety attacks too. If you aren't up to it tomorrow, just email me and you stay home." I smile a little, "Thanks Miss." I tell her. After a short ten minutes, I see a familiar car pull up outside. "That's her." I tell the teacher. She smiles and stands before letting me out of the school. "Thank you, enjoy the rest of your day." I tell her before she nods and I turn to walk to my aunties car.

The car door opens as I get close allowing me to swing my backpack in and sit in the seat. "So what happened kid?" Natasha asks me. I look down and tell her, "Anxiety Attack." She places her hand on my cheek, "Oh babygirl." She says to me before pressing a button that closes the door and we drive home. The journey home was quiet with Natasha asking me some simple questions to find the trigger to my attack. As we park up, Natasha tells me "Your dad is in his garage. I'll make you some lunch and you can eat with me and Maria." I smile as its not often that both of my aunties are home at the same time. "Okay, thank you."

I quickly go to my room and change before making my way to my dad garage. "Dad?" I ask for him as he jumps from his seat and turns. "Y/n? Why are you home so early?" He asks me, wondering why I'm not at placement. I let him know before he comes over and hugs me a little, "Okay sweetheart. Go have some lunch." I smile and nod, making my way to the kitchen where both my aunties are.

A smile creeping at the corners of my mouth, "Auntie Maria!" I say before hugging her. "Hey Kiddo, Nat told me what happened, how are you?" She asks me. I shrug a little, "Been better." I tell her before she pushes a plate of pasta toward me. "Thanks." I say before we all start eating. After lunch, Maria washes up the dirty dishes and Natasha follows me up to my room.

She sits beside me, "Okay sweetheart. Come to me if you need anything. You dad is working now so I wouldn't bother him." She tells me before kissing my forehead and leaving the room. I decide to turn on the TV and watch Gilmore Girls. After an hour and a half I find myself beginning to fall asleep. Before I do, I turn the TV off and lay down. I wake up to someone saying my name. It's my mom, "Hey sweetheart! You those headphones you wanted don't have the colour. You want to find some different ones?" In my half asleep state and nod and tell her, "Yeah, not now though." Before turning over to sleep as she leave my room.

Turning over, I find myself in a twisted position. I untwist myself and look for my phone on the floor. Reaching down I check the time, "Ugh 16.30? 3 hours I slept for." Sitting up I think about what happened before I came home.

Pushing the little girl on the swing, I feel me chest begin to hurt, my breathing becoming heavier. The teacher closest to me asking me a question, "how are liking it here then?" I look at the girl who has jumped of the swing and ran into the school. Fidgeting with my hands I look at the floor, "I'm trying not to have an anxiety attack." I mumble to her. She nods and asks my the reason to which I don't reply. "Is Miss Dean outside?" I ask. The teacher quickly goes to check before coming back and escorting me through the school. "Do you need a water?" She asks me. I shake my head, "No thanks." After a few minutes, I go to another room and sit with Miss Dean.

I wipe the tear form my cheek before going to the kitchen.

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