Natasha Romanoff x Reader Oneshots

school call

age: 15
tw: depression, suicidal thoughts
word count: 1,8k
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Natasha's POV
As my phone goes of for the fifth time in the last six minutes I slam my hand on the table annoyed. "What the fuck do you want Tony!?" I all but scream at the person on the other end of the line. But much to my surprise I'm met with a female voice "Miss Romanoff?" she asks, slightly taken aback by my outburst. "Oh my God- I'm sorry, yes that's me" I sigh "This is Maya Johnson, the principal of your daughter"

The principal? Why the heck would the principal call me?

"What is going on? Is Y/n okay?" I ask concerned. Y/n never gets in trouble, no teacher has ever called me, nor the principal. "Miss Romanoff, I want to share my deep concern for Y/n with you" my heart skips a beat "And why is that?" I ask, my voice is quiet and in my head I search for the place I put my car keys to. "We've noticed how she's a lot more unfocused in her classes lately and her arts teacher handed me a couple of her art pieces which are really concerning. But just about half an hour ago Y/n's english teacher showed me her assignment which consists of a poem of suicidal intentions and self harm and now I just feel the need to inform you about this" she says.

My heart sinks to the pit of my stomach. I would've noticed if she felt that way- right?

"I've tried to talk to her but she just says she's fine and there's nothing to worry about" she continues. Yep, that sounds like her though. "She is now in my office and I wanted to know from you how we should continue now..."

"I coming right now, give me 15 minutes" I say and hang up the phone before she can answer. I rush around my office searching for my keys. Why can't I put things at the place they belong for one goddamn time.

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I arrive at Y/n's school about 15 minutes later and instantly go to the principal's office. The blinds in front of the window from the door aren't closed so I can see Y/n sitting in a chair on the opposite side of a huge wooden desk. Her fingers are fidgeting with her rings and her eyes are fixated on the floor.

After being told to come in I open the door and step into the room.

"Oh Y/n, baby" I whisper as I press a kiss on her scalp. She gives me no reaction and just continues to stare at the floor. "Y/n, would you give us a moment please" Miss Johnson cuts in, making her stand up and leave the room.

I sit down in the chair Y/n just left and let my eyes drift to the stuff on the desk. "Have a look at those" she says handing me some pictures which Y/n apparently drew. One shows a picture of a woman laying on the floor in a puddle of blood with a gun in her hand and the second one a person falling of a bridge into the traffic. Oh God Y/n, I think to myself. "This is her english assignment" she mumbles handing me it.

I almost start to cry at the written words, but I won't let myself, not in front of a stranger. "Oh my God" I breathe "I didn't know, how did I not notice". "Miss Romanoff, you couldn't prevent this, this isn't your fault, but I would highly recommend to seriously talk to her maybe even get her a therapist or something, I could suggest some places" she says "No it's fine, I know someone" I say, putting on my regulated face again.

Starring at her poem a couple more moments I get up. "I'm taking her home now, she'll take some time off school and thank you for informing me" I tell her "Yes, of course, take care" she says, leading me out the room.

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My eyes shift from the road to my daughter again searching for any kind of emotion. Expect from 'I'm fine' she hasn't said anything. My hand rests on her thigh to stop it from bouncing up and down "Y/n can you say something please" I plead. "I'm fine" she huffs turning away from me "Okay, alright" I sigh.