Age of Y/n: 14 (Present Time)
Gender of Y/n: Female
Little change in timeline: The Avengers do not find Thanos, he goes back to space after serious injury. He heals then comes back five years later (Endgame time). The Avengers do go back in time to find the stones, natasha does not die, Clint infact takes her place.
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FIVE YEARS AGO (Natasha's POV)
I have to make sure y/n is safe. "Shuri, where is Y/n?" I ask the Princess over the comms. She responds quickly, "With me Miss Romanoff. She is completely fine." She tells me quickly as she works on removing the mind stone from Visions head. The fight is right outside the forcefield protecting Wakanda from the outside world.
After a few moments of watching, waiting, the fight begins. The fight is fast. Quick. Blood everywhere. I see someone touring over Wanda. "All alone.." She says to the witch. Wanda says nothing. Backing away from the blade. "She's not alone." I say, distracting the alien from Wanda. She looks to me, going to attack me. I dodge, kicking her. Fucking my shin. I stab her, blue blood covering me.
Then I hear something. "Huh?" I mumble under my breath. "Y/N RUN!!!" I hear someone scream. Its Shuri. I turn around, seeing a ship shooting at the the Palace. People running out. And my nine year old daughter. She crying, screaming, running. "Wan-" I get cut off by a punch to the face. Someone ontop of my hitting me. I scream. The alien lifts of me. Red wrapping round him. "Get her Tash!" Wanda scream at me allowing me to get up and run towards my daughter. "Y/n!" I scream as she spots me. She runs towards me. "Get to the ship!" I scream at her. She trips.
Then I see him. Thanos. Stepping near her. "No.." I mumble as I run faster towards her. "Y/n!" I shout as I get closer. He grabs her. "Well well well." He says, his hand around her small fragile body. "Get off me!!" She cries. It breaks my heart. "Let her go." I shout as I reach them. "MAMA!" Y/n yells at me. "Let her go.." I begin to cry. "...perhaps not..." He tells me. Rage fills me, I grab my gun and run at him. He hits me back. His minions grabbing me. Putting taser like weapons to me and pressing buttons.
It hurts...
I...
Y/n...
Present Time (Y/ns POV)
"Y/n..come here." Thanos demands me. When I was nine, he kidnapped me. Took me to his ship and kept me. He trained me. Has done for five years. All I want is to get home. Back to the Avengers. He told me my mom died. He shows me a recording of them tasing her repeatedly. "Y/N!" He shouts. I sigh and make my way to him in his throne. "What." I respond coldly. "I want you to be training until we reach our destination. We will finally finish what I started five years ago." He tells me. Something inside me feels different when he said that.
He then grabs me. "You will fight beside me." He demands. "And if I don't?" I ask him. He moves his hand to my face, squeezing slightly. "Then I will kill you myself like I should've five years ago." He tells me harshly. I smirk a little, "Some part of me wishes you did."
He let's me go, before getting angry and hitting me. I immediately fly across the room into a wall. I gasp in pain. "AH FUCK!?" I scream. "Get up you pathetic child." He tells me. I think I broke a rib. I struggle to stand but do so. "Get out." He tells me. I walk away, holding my side with one hand. I feel sick. That's not good.
At the training room, I wrap my hands. Begin fighting the prisoners he holds captive. I found peace in the training room, that's because it's the only place he refuses to enter. It's my 'safe' room. I just train. And train.
And train.
And train..
Train...
The Avengers Compound (Earth):
The front of the ship opens. He shoves my mask down, so I can't be seen. I try scanning the large crowd of Heroes, I can't see my mom. I don't think. She had blonde short hair when I last saw her. And blood on her. The video forces me to hold that image in my head. Maybe he was right. Maybe she is dead. "I told you...we killed her." He tells me. I ignore him, watching as we begin to walk down the ramp to the ground.
"You fight with me. Or else." He tells me as we walk towards them. "Fuck you." I mumble, which he unfortunately hears. He shoves me to the ground, I land on the side where I broke my ribs. I gasp. The pain running through me. He kicks me. Knocking me unconscious.
When I come too, the fighting had begun. I see people bleeding, fighting...dying...
Thanks is fighting the main group. "ROGERS! GET HIS LEFT!" a woman screams. She's really close. She's ginger. I sit up and back up against the ship. "Fuck my arm.." I groan as I lift myself up. My mask is broken. Half hanging off. I sigh and take it off, seeing blood on it. My head is bleeding.
My vision takes a second to get clear. I can see who everyone is now. I see Steve..and Tony then I see my mom. She didn't die. Then I see Wanda flung away. Then Tony grab Thanos's hand. With one with the gauntlet. I limp over and Tony is on the ground with the stones on his hand. I panic. Knowing what will happen. "I..." He says. I run over. "Am..." He says. I begin to scream, "NO!? TONY DONT DO IT!!" I scream as everyone looks over. "Iron-man..." He snaps his fingers. No...
Tony...
He falls back. I scream, "NO!!!!" to the point is hurts my throat. Teas run down my face. "Y/n..?" He says as I get there, sliding across the stones, feelings them cut my legs. "Tony..." I mumble before getting shoved away. Its Pepper. "Tony!?" She says. Then a boy I'd never met. I stand and step back.
....
It's been two days since then. I've been held captive in the room. I got medically attention. When Thanos hit me, the impact on the wall broke three of my ribs. Then off the ship him kicking me broke my wrist and gave me a concussion. My face and body is all cut up. My legs have bruises, grazes, cuts. My arms needed forty stitches all together. My face had a gash from above my eyebrow and over my eye. I'm partially blind in that eye now. I've a cut on my neck but it's fine. And a few more in my face which I've been told won't scar.
The door swings open. The redhead who I know to be my mom walks in. She doesn't recognise me. I don't blame her. She sits at the table. "What's you name kid?" She asks me. Her voice is very rough. Like she had been crying.
I sigh and look at her, "Y/n..." I tell her. She looks at me, her eyes soften a little. "Y/n Romanoff." I tell her. She looks at me, "Y/n?..." She asks. I nod, "Mama..its me.." I tell her.
She tears up and walks over to the bed I'm sat on. "No...." She croaks. I nod, "Mommy..its me.." I tell her tearing up and breaking down. "My sweet girl...what.." She says wrapping her arms around me not letting go.
