Natasha Romanoff x Reader Oneshots

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age: 17
tw: self harm
word count: 1,8k
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Natasha's POV
It's currently 11pm as I hear two pairs of feet sneaking through the hallway of y/n's and mine apartment. I wasn't feeling very well today so I went to bed earlier than normal.

I wouldn't have a problem with her 'sneaking' in a friend of hers but those are heavy steps, way too heaving for one of her girlfriends, so it's another man, a man that I don't know and a man that I really don't appreciate in my home, especially under the circumstance that this isn't the first time this happened in the early past.

I jump out of bed in an instant, storming to the door and ripping it open. Y/n stares at me in horror as I block the way to her bedroom. My eyes snap to the man next to her, a man, not boy, he's at least 25 if not older, his brown hair reaching just below his ears and his beard is trimmed and shaped in form. I grab him by his upper arm and drag him downstairs again "Mom!" y/n protests as I push him out of our apartment "Get out of my house and don't you dare think about coming back here!" I shout before slamming the door shut in his face.

"What the fuck, mom!?" y/n yells, already backing off to her room again "Don't 'what the fuck' me! Who was that, y/n!?"

"It's none of your damn business!"

"Oh I very much think so! Tell me who that man was!"

"Fuck you!" she screams as I pull her into my room so that she can't escape this conversation like she always does. "You better watch your mouth, young lady!"

"What the hell is your problem!?" she yells

"I think your problem is much bigger than mine!"

"What the fuck is that supposed to mean!?"

I take a breath to calm myself and continue calmer than before "Y/n, do you realize what you've been doing?" I ask "What the hell do you mean!?"

"I am asking you if you understand what's been going on with you"

"Yeah and I'm asking you what the hell you mean by that!?"

"Y/n, can I have a serious conversation with you right now or do you need a break?" I ask because I really don't want to talk to her if she's in that state of mind. "Don't talk to me like a fucking toddler!" she bursts out again "Y/n, I'm serious" "You want to talk to me!? Then fucking talk to me!" she screams "Sweetheart, I don't want to talk about your self harm when you're worked up like this" I state calmly, looking her in the eyes as a flicker of betrayal washes over them. "Fuck you!" she yells, a sheet of water covering her eyes "Why would you bring something like that up against me!?"

"Y/n, no, that's not what I'm doing, I need you to listen to me"

"Why the fuck would I listen to you!? You're just turning my words around so that they fit into your stories! You're just a fake bitch!" she screams and I'm lost for words for a second "Y/n Romanoff! You do not talk to me like that! I am just trying to help you here!" I raise my voice again- because I know that she's not in a good state of mind at the moment, but talking to me like that?

"You know I haven't been cutting in over a year! Why would you turn on me like that!? I thought I could fucking trust you!" she half screams half sobs "Turns out all that time you were telling me that it's okay and not my fault you were just lying in my face! I fucking hate you!"

"Y/n, please" I beg "You don't mean that, please listen to me"

"Get away from me! Why would you do that!?" she cries "Baby, no" I say, inching closer again "please listen to me"

"No! Get the fuck away!" she screams, tears rolling down her cheeks. I grab her arm as she tries to get past me to the door. "I can't let you leave now" I tell her as she struggles against me before ripping her arm away and backing off into my room again