The Past

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NO! 

I felt my lungs closing, and my heart beating out of my chest, I was too young to die. 

What am I?

Who am I?

I felt a burning in my lungs, then silence, I squeezed my eyes shut, as I was pushed around, my body no longer felt the pain, what was wrong with me? Was this my ending? Was this my death? Beaten by a group of men who are disappointments to their mothers?  

I felt something stab into my stomach, a needle? 

But slowly everything slowed down, my breathing slowed, my heart slowed down, and I felt calm. Then I saw everything, fire dancing around me in an eternal dance, the water droplets slowed, and you could see everything in one droplet. A mother holding her newborn, and man making his life better for his wife and children, a boy getting beaten, granted that was the oddest one of all. The wind blew soft warm air as a comforting hug. The grass was soft under my feet. 

I snapped back into reality. A man, no... 2 men... 3... 4...

Who are they?

The first man had a red iron-looking suit on, he was shooting my captors.

The second looked like someone through the American flag on them and made it into a suit, with a matching purse. 

The third man, beast, thing, was green and roaring. 

The Fourth man, with like green arrow or something, was making every shot he shot, killing most of the men in the room.

My body collapsed and I fainted. 

When I opened my eyes, I was on a bed, staring up, 4 men and 1 woman were in the room. One man, who had brown hair with a strip of grey, was talking to another man with a goatee and black hair, the woman was on the phone but quickly hung up when she saw me. The other 2 men one with dirty blonde hair, and a beard, and the other with shorter black hair and a stubbly beard, were just staring at me.

"Where am I?" I groaned rubbing my temples to rid of the headache that was starting to form.

"Hi honey, my name is Pepper Potts..." the woman said, slowly coming closer, her voice was soft and gentle. Her hair was very silky.

The 3 of the 4, glanced at me, and I felt uncomfortable. I stared at everything. Pepper looked at me. "Honey, this is Bruce and Tony," She gestured to the 2 men who were talking, Bruce tried to give a reassuring smile, but it wasn't good enough, Tony on the other hand had completely ignored me. "That's Steve and Bucky" She gestured to the other men, Bucky nodded then left, and Steve smiled and waved, then realized something and ran out. 

I laid for God knows how long. 

That's how it started, until 2 days later. After looking at my DNA, and seeing if anyone could take me in, they found my only family had been killed in a helicopter incident, and Tony and Pepper had been talking about letting me stay. Pepper won, and she introduced me to everyone, Thor, Wanda, Vision, Steve, and Natasha had been the fondest of me. 

I was sitting down, as Natasha, who is very scary, did Dutch braids on my finally washed hair.

Wanda had been trying to find something I would eat, but I shook my head at everything. That's when Pepper decided to hire someone to look after me every day, to make sure I eat, and to ease me into living an actual normal life. 

An hour later, Thor was telling me stories about Asgard, Natasha, and Wanda had to do something, but I wasn't too upset, I was cool with Thor plus, he taught me how to use an elevator. But suddenly, a man, wearing a black hoodie with a skull on it, black boots, and dark grey sweatpants entered, he had blonde hair that was in a buzz cut. He was followed by Pepper.

"Y/n! Meet, your new bodyguard, and caretaker! Simon Riley!" She clapped her hands together and smiled at me. "He will take care of you, he understands what you went through, and will help you get better at living with us, he will be staying in the room next to yours!" 

I nodded, and Simon took a seat next to me. 

Thor shrugged and continued telling me his story, about his brother pretending to be his father and the story about his father's death. I had noticed Simon started reading. Loki then appeared and mumbled something about Clint inside Thor's room. At that moment Thor was out the door and running to his room. 

I glanced at my nails, which Wanda had begged me to let her paint them. It was weird to see a color other than red on them. I decided to go to my room, Simon, I guess got a tour previously, and he just followed me. When I went into my room he followed and just sat on my bed.

"You alright? Did you eat?"  His voice broke the silence, it was deep and a bit British. I shrugged. "That's not answer kiddo," 

"I'm fine, and no I didn't eat. I don't feel like it," I shrugged again, I sat on my bed and stared at the letter that had been left there.


Dear Y/n, 

   In just 5 days, you'll be starting trauma therapy. I know it can be overwhelming and confusing, but it's mandatory, and Simon is aware of it. Until Bruce and I have more information about your condition, therapy and emotional support are the best we can offer. Please remember not to keep your emotions bottled up. I might not be able to be there in person due to work and my two kids, but I trust that you and Pepper get along well. Also, Wanda and Natasha will make sure you feel right at home. If you need anything, whether it's food, clothes, water, or anything at all, just let FRIDAY or Simon know, and they'll take care of it for you. I understand that having everything just right in your room is important. You have the freedom to decorate it in a way that brings you comfort. It's great to know that Steve is there to support you with organizing; I've heard he's quite fond of you. 

- Tony Stark

Therapy? Great....

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