Chapter six

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(( Sam -> age -> 14 ))

I heard the door slam and Sam muttering under her breath she walked to the kitchen and saw us she frowned and kept her head down putting the bags on the counter and started to leave
"Sam" I said and she stopped
" Yes ?"she said quietly.
" Come here "I said leaning against the counter. She turned around but didn't move from that spot.
" Sam " I said in a warning voice Natasha stood up and Clint looked at her
" Come. Here " I said and she walked over to me but didn't look up.
" Look at me " I said. She lifted her head slightly and I saw a large bruise on her forehead and saw that her lip was busted badly. I put a hand under her chin
" What happened ?" I ask bending down and looking at the bruise
" It's nothing " she mumbled
" It doesn't look like nothing " I said frowning
" Dad I'm fine " she muttered looking at the ground. I stand up and look at Clint and Natasha
" Can we talk later ?" I ask they nod and leave quietly
" Sam who did this ?" I ask
" It's not a big deal " she said
" Sam " I said in a warning voice
" Just some kids at school " she said.
" How long has this been going on ?" I ask
" the very First day of school" she mumbled
" four years ? and why haven't you told me about it?" I ask frowning
" Because I thought could handle it " she said
"And now you have a busted lip and a huge bruise on you face " I snap
" I'm perfectly fine !" she snapped back. I scowl.
" No you aren't !" I said
" Yes I am !' she said angrily
" Just go to your room " I said cutting her off. She didn't move
" Sam. Room. Now " I said And she turned around and quickly went to her room. I rub my face and walk to the living room. I heard some yelling and something shatter I jump up and run to her room I open the door and see her curled up on the floor crying. I run over and pick her up she kept crying I hug her tightly
" I'm s-sorry" she choked out I rub her back
" I'm sorry " she kept crying over and over.
" It's ok " I murmur gently rocking her
" Why were they picking on you ?" I ask
" Because I don't have a mom" she sniffed I stiffen
" Because..... You don't have a mom?" I said and she nodded and sniffed again
" Why does that matter ?"I ask
"B-because people say that their moms go shopping with them , and make their lunches , and goodbye kisses and-and-and....." She starts to cry again I hug her again and rock her
" it's ok " I soothe
" W-what was mom like ?" she asked quietly.
" She was kind , and brave , really tough " I said smiling slightly
" Did she love me ?" she asked looking up at me I look down at her shocked that she asked that. She looked at me quietly waiting for me to answer.
" She loved you with all her heart and she couldn't wait for you to be born" i said quietly.

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