Age of Y/n: 19
Gender of Y/n: Female
TW: Mental Health
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I don't remember much, but when I was super young my mom escaped the redroom. She took me with her and ever since then we've been together. Natasha isn't my real mom, but she adopted me not long after she turned 18 and I've lived with her and Uncle Clint since she joined the Avengers. I'm staying at Uncle Clints and Auntie Laura's until Mom and the Avengers are back from their mission. The Avengers don't know about me, mom decided for my safety that won't be known, and thank god for that because I don't want to be through all that. Even when SHIELD fell, nobody knew because like Uncle Clints kids, Fury agreed to keep it of the files.
Mom text and said that the bad guy she's fighting is trying to destroy the world? Sounds like every bad guy she fights to be honest. I don't pay much attention to the avenging stuff because honestly I don't really care. She's always made sure I got what I needed and wanted so I'm just glad I've got her.
"Honey, I'm home."
That's a familiar voice. Sounds like Uncle Clint. I ignore it because I've not slept well since mom left and I'm just presuming I'm hearing things. "DADDY!" I hear, sounds like the kids. Which means it is Uncle Clint and hopefully my mom. I get up and rush down the stairs. There's a bunch of people in the lounge which set of my social anxiety. I look through them and find my mom hiding in the back.
I smile, "Mom!" I cry as I run over and wrapping my arms around her. She wraps her arms around me and we slide down onto the floor. "I missed you so much." She tells me as she kisses my face. I look her in the eyes, she's crying. She rarely cries. "Mom? What's wrong?" I ask her concerned. "Nothing dekta." She coos. I smile and kiss her cheek.
"Nat? You have a kid?" I hear one of the people. For some reason it just annoyed me. "Yea. She does! And?" I harshly reply. My mom sighs and gives me a squeeze, "Darling..have you slept?" She asks me softly. I look away to the window. She nods and stands me up. "Okay darling..is my bag still in your room?" She asks me softly. I tear up a little and nod. She kisses my cheek, "Okay my sweet girl. Come with me.." She tells me softly.
After ten minutes, me and mom went on a walk. "Tell me what is wrong.." She says to me softly. She always knows. When I was 14, my mental health went down hill and I began to struggle alot. She always knows when something wrong.
"I just..I haven't slept..since you left..something just stops it..I get so annoyed easily.." I tell her sadly. She nods. "I guess there's only one thing we can do then isn't there." She tells me with a small smile on her face. I look at her, trying to analyse what she was insinuating. "I'm not going back to counselling." I tell her still confused. She begins to laugh, "What! No." She tells me between breaths.
I begin to laugh a little, "What then?" I ask her. She smiles, "Give my your phone." She demands. I sigh, immediately knowing what she's gonna do. She quickly gets up my Spotify and puts our playlist on. She puts the volume on full and puts my phone down. We start to dance.
Clints Point of View
"Laura..How's Y/n been?" I ask my wife. The brunette comes over to me and kisses my cheek before looking out the window watching Natasha and Y/n dancing in the garden. "She's been distant. Agitated easily..she's been struggling alot. Walking in on her crying last week. She told me to go away..hasn't spoken to me since." She tells me with a sigh. I nod and look at her. She walks away amd goes down the stairs.
This is supposed to be a safe house. Where we are safe. Y/n only feels safe when with Natasha..I don't blame her, from what I know she was born in the redroom.
