WinterWidow Oneshots

School AU P.2

A/N - Mentions of self harm.

Natasha ran up to James and jumped into his arms, slightly hesitant. He noticed but didn't bring it up. After all they were in the school hallway five minutes before the bell was supposed to ring.

He let go and promised to come over after school was over. She nodded in agreement.

However. After school she didn't bother to let anyone follow. Not Pietro or Wanda, or James. Pietro, being the fastest on the track team, caught up to her pretty easily. He frowned at her. "What's the matter?"

"Nothing." She simply brushed him off and have up her bag onto her shoulder once more.

"Have you been cutting again?"

"No."

"Did you have a break up with him?"

"No."

"Is it that time of the month?"

"No. Stop asking questions and go walk with Wanda. I'm fine." She dismissed him and sped up faster. He let her go on ahead, knowing full well if she was gone she was gone.

Nat arrived at the house in about thirty minutes since they lived so close. She unlocked the door and then went up to her room, locking the door and throwing her stuff down. She peered out the window and saw Pietro, Wanda, and James all heading towards the house she resided in. She couldn't really call it her own.

She stood out too much, with her red hair and green eyes. She rechecked her door was locked then took off her sweatshirt. Bruises were forming and her fresh scraps and scars showed miserably. Tears silently leaked down her face which simply made her mad at herself. She couldn't wear long sleeved shirt and sweaters in summer and it was approaching fast.

She mentally and physically reminded herself how she wasn't good enough. For anyone specifically James. He could just go off and date, marry, and have kids with Dots. Simple. Simpler than her anyways.

She was sobbing now, so when someone knocked on the door it was loud and scared her half to death. She released a muffled scream and wiped her eyes viciously, hoping it wouldn't show.

"Yes?" Her voice cracked badly and she cursed herself as more tears leaked out.

"Let me come in, baby. Please." James' voice came muffled through the door.

"Let me put on my sweatshirt on first." She responded quietly. She could hear him huff behind the door. She threw on the red sweater and unlocked the door, trying to compose herself. She was sitting against the wall, breathing heavily, and sort of crying when James walked in. He was instantly at her side, cradling her close to him. He picked her up gently and she buried her head deep into his shoulder.

He sat on the bed with her in his lap and stroked her hair. "It's okay, Кукла. Your okay." He gently cooed into her ear. "How are your arms?"

Once he asked that she visibly tensed up and tried to move away, concerned he would force her to let him look at her arms. Her scarred arms. He let her move and frowned. "They are fine James. Just fine."

"Are they bruised?"

"Yes. But it's fine."

"That's not fine. Why didn't you tell me?"

"Because they are supposed to be your friends." She was shaking violently. "I don't want you to see them."

"Are they bad?"

"No. But something else is."

His voice softened. "What is it? You can tell me. It's okay. It's safe. No one has to know."

She wasn't sure what to do. So instead she just crawled back into his lap slowly and shoved her head into his neck. He started slowly and simply just touched her arms. She flinched but stayed put so he moved towards her wrist.

"Can I look?" He gently whispered into her ear. She was still shaking but nodded and sat back, brushing tears from her face, and looked away as he gently touched her wrist again. She turned around and took off her sweatshirt, crossing her arms after. She then turned around and looked away as she felt him looks at the scabs, scars, and bruises. He said nothing but pulled her back to him. "Why do you do that to yourself, Natty?"

She turned to him and mumbled the answer so he could barely hear her. "Because I'm not good enough."

"Your better than enough. I love you so much. You don't have to cut." He told her gently and pecked her gently. "Please stop."

"Natasha! Mom and Dad said they aren't going to be home for a few months because of a business trip! Pietro's in charge!" Wanda slammed the door open and told her the news. The red head jumped from her seat and scrambled for her sweatshirt before Wanda saw. The look on Wanda's face at Nat's scars showed how disgusted she was. Nat pulled on the sweater before moving out into the hall and running into the bathroom, slamming shut the door.

James gave Wanda a dirty look before going to coax Nat out of the bathroom.

Meanwhile down in the kitchen Wanda was ranting to Pietro about how their adoptive sister cuts herself. Pietro made no move to defend her or criticize her. He liked her too much for that. "Wanda! Quiet!" He snapped and she frowned looking falsely hurt before turning down the hall to her room.

"Nat, please come out."

"No. Leave me alone."

"C'mon. Your okay. Since when have you cared about what people think of you?"

"Clearly all the time," she told him and he heard the door click. He slid into the bathroom and shut the door, locking it. "Besides. Wanda is the kind of person that's tells everyone's secrets."

"She better not tell anyone."

"She will." With that she stopped talking, ending the conversation. James crept over to her and sat next to her on the sink.

"But at least your parents will be gone for a while. Now I can come over more often," he said out of the blue.

She answered with; "They aren't my parents."

"Your foster parents, I mean," he corrected himself feeing slightly guilty about the slip up. "Sorry."

"It's okay. But you don't have to stay."

"We have a week off so I'm going to stay as long as I can. Okay."

"You don't ha-" she started but was cut off by James.

"Don't protest, baby."

||Under editing. Final part coming soon||