Mama Natasha One Shots

Broken Pieces

Age : 17

Plot : Something? IDK :(

A/N: Sorry it's a short one but flu kick me down again :(

Y/N's POV:

Loneliness sucks

Not to be ungrateful, I have people I can call home, but... it still sucks.

My mother died 2 years ago, and I haven't even been able to say goodbye to her or tell her how much I love her.

It still doesn't seem possible, like suddenly one moment I'm fighting for my life against some alien assholes and the next it's been 5 fucking years, and I'm fighting the same weirdos again, in the ashes of my old home.

Except she wasn't there, and I felt it. Deep in my heart, when I regained consciousness, I knew something was wrong, a long foreshadowing.

First Mom, then Uncle Tony, then Uncle Steve somehow. The people who were close to me for almost my entire life were no longer there. It sucks, 15-year-old me would say.

At least I got to say goodbye to Uncle Tony one last time at the funeral, and also to Uncle Steve even though it was a little strange to see him all old and wrinkled like an old oak tree.

But I miss my family, that strange group of absolutely unrelated people with extraordinary abilities and a great predisposition for arguments.

Walking down memory lane certainly doesn't help, nor does the cold of the city during Christmas. I miss living here. When I lived in the tower, things were simpler.

"Hey mom... I haven't come to see you in a while, sorry" I stammer, fiddling with my fingers, my eyes red from the cold.

Every now and then I come here to see how the Tower is doing, say hello to the 2012 memorial and talk a bit with those I miss.

"How's it going? How can it go, y/n? she's dead!" I whisper the last part to myself.

"Anyway... now I'm staying with Auntie Lena for a bit, y'know?" I force a faint smile, trying to keep the loneliness at bay. "I don't like her being alone, and I'm trying to convince her to spend Christmas at Uncle Clint's house."

"She misses you so much, Mom," I admit, a lump forming in my throat. "I miss you all." The wind carries my words away, but it feels good to say them aloud.

"I finally introduced Kate to Pete," I continue, a hint of warmth breaking through the cold. "She freaked out about the whole spider thing at first, but they get along well now."

"I'm sure you're very proud of him Uncle Tony from up there, he's in college now and he still visits us mere mortals quite often."

"And yesterday I went to visit Aunt Pepper and Morgan, and she's grown so much"

Then I just stood. No words, just the breeze and me, trying to feel something, maybe mama.

Sometimes two years feels like forever and no time at all.

As I stood there in the chilly wind, for a little bit lost in my thoughts, a sudden ringtone pierced through of them.

Startled, I fumble for my phone, pulling it out of my pocket. The screen displays 'Auntie Lena'

"Lena?" I answer cautiously, unsure of what to expect.

"Y/N, sweetheart! Where did you go?" Yelena's warm voice flows through the phone.

"I'm... I'm at the tower" i reply, my voice slightly shaky. "Just, you know, taking a walk and thinking"

"Are you still feeling down?" Auntie Lena asks. No response. "I'm coming. Try not to stray too far okay?" Again no response but a faint sound in agreement.

Hanging up, I pocket my phone and glance at the memorial once more.

I really miss her

A/N: I'm kind of in so much pain and I don't know how I did this, so forgive me if it sucks. I hope you are better than me 3>