Marvel angst one-shots

The Fugitive

Female reader and this was a request and I tried my best I hope you like it. NOT EDITED I WAS TIRED AF. This is mostly not actually canonically accurate. Also, gonna be a lot longer then my other ones. sorry I took so long to get out writers block hit like a shit ton of bricks :)🫠 and I also got obsessed with twitter my bad TW: violence, nightmares, swearing, self-harm, feelings of neglect, disordered eating, past abuse and as always depressive thoughts so please be mindful of that. If none of this triggers you, continue reading also italics are the readers thoughts.

Y/N pov:

I never stayed in one place for a long amount of time. It was too dangerous. Someone was always out for me. I'm only fifteen where the hell can I go anymore. I was starting to go crazy. I felt as if there was always something or someone there. I moved to New York a week ago. I figured there is a lot of people there so there must be something yet here I am homeless in an alleyway.

Life is just going great. I thought to myself sarcastically. I was the middle of February also so of course its cold as shit outside. I try to huddle as close to the corner as I can drifting off to what I hope is a peaceful sleep.

Of course that all came down when I woke up to two random guys grabbing me and dragging me out the alley. I tried to break free but I'm only a teenager and these dudes are huge plus I just woke up so it was pointless. I felt myself being dragged into the middle of the street and a gun being pointed at my head.

" Ok, put the gun down and back away from the kid." I hear a female voice say and so I look up. She looks familiar but I can't remember where I had seen her before.

"No." One of the dudes holding me says. I can already tell he is a dumbass. I realize his friend has left already and he is distracted. I take this as my chance to escape. I quickly release his arms from around me and sweep his legs then run toward the woman. She pulls me behind her by the time the man gets up.

"You little shit I'm gonna-" The man doesn't get to finish his sentence before he gets hit in the head with a huge hammer.

"What the fuck Thor." The woman says looking at a huge giant I assume to be Thor.

"Sorry Lady Natasha I did not mean to hit him so hard." Thor apologizes.

"It's fine less work for me I guess." She says shrugging her shoulders and watches Thor run in a different direction. "Are you alright?" she asks turning her full attention onto me.

"Uh.. Yeah I guess" now recognizing the women as Natasha Romanoff the Black Widow in the avengers. I'm usually shy and don't talk around new people but I felt I could talk to her for some reason.

"Those moves were pretty advanced especially considering how much bigger the dude was compared to you." She says.

"I've been doing martial arts since I was five." I say making up a quick and believable lie.

"How old are you now" She says not buying the lie yet playing into it anyhow.

"15" I reply not sure why she was asking.

"Where are your parents you shouldn't be out at two am by yourself in New York City." She says raising an eyebrow at me.

So that's where this was going