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Too Far | N.R

N.R
Age: 17

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In this Y/n works with the Avengers but still lives at home :)

Y/Ns POV
I pick up my phone and open the Avengers groupchat that's currently sending me a crap ton of notifications.

AvEnGeRs AsSeMbLe

Genius Billionaire Playboy Philanthropist
Barnes if I hear another word from you
I'll take your arm while you sleep

Metal Arm
Is that a threat stark?

Y/n
Obviously James

Metal Arm
shush

Tasha <3
Y/n, love, its almost midnight what are you doing up?

Y/n
Everyone else is up 🤷‍♀️

Genius Billionaire Playboy Philanthropist
haha you just got mothered

Tasha <3
Stark

Genius Billionaire Playboy Philanthropist

Sorry ma'am

I said my goodnights and clicked off the groupchat, setting my status as 'sleeping' before opening Tiktok. 

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My clocked beeped 3am just as the familiar sound of the door slamming downstairs tells me my dad's home.  Great.

"Y/N!", his voice booms through the walls and I close my eyes for a second, taking a deep breath before going out into the hall and down to kitchen where he was. 

"Hi dad"
"What have you done today?", he raises his eyebrows, giving me the same expectant look he always does after he has a big day at work.

"Uh I cleaned my room, did some studying", I lied. 
"Anything else?".

I sighed and shook my head, looking down.
"Really Y/n? You never do anything with your life, you just whine when things don't go your way". I stay quiet, not wanting to say anything else that will just make him madder than he already is.

"What the hell is wrong with you, fucking useless". He started to walk away before stopping and turning back. "Just get out of my sight, go to bed its fucking 3 in the morning".

I went upstairs and ran into my room, wiping the tears that silently fell. I know he's stressed from work, but his words still hurt. Probably because they're true. 

Rolling into bed, I shut my eyes, but about an hour later opened them again. Sleep wasn't happening. The clocked beeped again. 4am.

Deciding it was pointless, I got changed into some exercise clothes and decided to go to the Tower, I figured it would be open by the time I got there because Rogers always leaves at 5am for a morning run. 

I grabbed my phone off the charging cable and crept downstairs, taking my drink bottle and locking the door silently behind me.

The streets of New York were calming when there was no one on them, excepting the odd person that I passed every now and then. Morning people who start their day off with a run in the darkness, lit only by the scattered streetlights. 

The air was icy, and the goosebumps rose on my arms and legs but I kept going, through the dark town. 

By the time I got to the tower, a faint glow was coming from the horizon and the door to the Tower was thankfully unlocked. 

The reception was empty as I'd expected, so I guided my way to the training room. Luckily for me no one else was up and I had the room to myself.

The weights clinked softly as I loaded the barbell, my mind preoccupied with the harsh words my dad had thrown at me just hours ago. The rhythmic thud of my footsteps echoed in the empty space as I began my workout, the dimness of the room allowing me to lose myself in the repetitive motions.

Time seemed to blur as I pushed myself harder, the weights feeling lighter with each lift. The solitude of the training room offered a sanctuary, a temporary escape from the reality waiting outside its doors.

The cold sweat trickled down my forehead, my breaths turning into determined grunts. Despite the burning ache in my muscles, I couldn't bring myself to stop. Each lift became a desperate attempt to silence the doubts that lingered in the corners of my mind. The frustration, the hurt, the need to prove myself persisted.

I heard the door swing open and Natasha's voice called out to me. "Morning Y/n". I didn't say anything and kept focused, but I heard her footsteps coming towards me. "Y/n? Are you okay?"

I mutter something incoherent in response and feel her hand on my shoulder.
"Babe, I think you need to take a break. How long have you been here?".
"I'm fine", I snap at her and she takes away her hand, walking a few meters away to start training herself. 

After a few minutes the weight of the barbells seems to get impossibly heavier and I try to push through, but I can feel my breathing become ragged. The room started to spin, and a wave of dizziness washed over me. I stumbled backward, the barbell slipping from my grip and crashing onto the floor with a resounding thud.

Natasha was by my side in an instant, her eyes filled with genuine concern. "Y/n, enough is enough. You're pushing yourself too hard."

"I can handle it," I insisted, my voice strained.

Natasha's gaze remained unwavering. "No one doubts your strength, but there's a fine line between pushing yourself and being stupid. You need to take care of yourself."

I feel my emotions bubbling to the surface, my father's words echoing in my head. Years of telling me I'm lazy and worthless, fueling the urge to just prove myself. I clench my fists, fighting the tears that threatened to spill.

Natasha seemed to sense that there was something more than just training for too long, and I felt her arms around my waist lifting me to my feet. 

"Are you okay?", she asked, tucking a strand of hair behind my ear. Her green eyes looked over me and I shook my head, my knees giving out. She caught me before I fell to the floor and picked me up, letting me rest my head into her shoulder. 

At this point I stopped trying to fight the tears and just relaxed into her, holding my arms around her neck. I kept my face hidden in her shoulder as she walked me out, in case anyone was awake, but we didn't pass anyone. 

She carried me into her room and sat down the bed, but I still didn't let go and she moved one of her hands to hold the back of my head. 

"What's wrong baby?", she asked, keeping her voice quiet.
"I... I just needed a break from everything. I thought if I could train enough, then I could make it go away."

Natasha gently stroked my hair. "Pushing yourself to this extent won't make the pain disappear my love"

"I just, I don't want to feel useless". As I said that she hugged me tighter.
"You're not useless, Y/n. You're strong, resilient, and capable. Taking a break doesn't diminish any of that. We all need moments of rest, moments to breathe. It doesn't make you any less. You are one of the strongest women I know."

I pulled back and looked up at her. "Thank you Tasha, I don't know what I'd do without you", I said, laughing a little at the state I was in. 

"Luckily for you love, you don't have to find out". 

I fell back into her and she hugged me tightly again. "I'm here. Always"