Warnings
This story will have mentions of PTSD. The reader's behavior or thoughts may not be accurate or is not accurate at all, if so I would like to apologize to those who do feel offended. There may be words that will or might trigger some people so please be careful and remember that I wrote this for the sake of the plot and for my sanity.
This was set after the Avengers movie. Just after the restoration of New York.
In this scenario you were adopted by Pepper as a means to start a family with Tony. She knew there was a chance of Tony not accepting you but she was prepared anyways. She would love you to the moon and back. She would never bring you back to foster care and she would never ever abandon you. Given your past, she thought that you could somehow relate with Tony and some of his friends from the Avengers. Usually you came with you mum everywhere and disguised you as one of her assistants but due to certain complications and suspicions from the media, Pepper thought it better to have you stay in the tower.
For now, you were kept hidden in the tower and are in homeschooling despite being 17 years of age already. It was your first time being left alone with Tony. Pepper, however, was not as worried about it as she should be since your psychiatrist mentioned that it has been a long time since you had flashbacks. You only needed to attend your therapy and take your medications. So she had sent your doctors to be discreetly sent in the tower for your therapy and your daily check ups.
As long as you kept your routine, she believed you would be alright until the day she came back.
You were alright for the first few days with Pepper calling you three times a day on a fixed schedule. Tony and the Avengers were also warming up to you. Though, it seems that it you warming up to them. You got close to Natasha easily. She never mentioned that she liked you but you felt it.
With everything being okay for you and temporarily forgetting your past, you never expected that you'd sink so deep after waking up from a nightmare. You immediately sat up from your bed. Jarvis was alerted of the sudden change of your pulse. The AI asked if you were alright or if there was anything he could help you with but you didn't answer. You were trapped in your thoughts. You oblivious to what was happening around you. Everything was quiet in your room as you heard your voice speak while old memories were playing before your eyes.
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This was never part of my plan nor was it included in my plans. I was supposed to be in the school I chose for my first year of school. I was supposed to be with my friend as it is her birthday and the last day that I will ever see her before she'd be euthanized. I was supposed to attend a her funeral. I was supposed to take up the program I had chosen in the university I chose. My family promised me many things but they never kept it.
My parents lied to me and so has the rest of my family. They've betrayed me. Even when I was self-destructing they were their to stop me even when it was my only wish. That was what I only thing I wanted and it was the last thing I asked of them. But they always spoiled everything.
Freedom.
To be free from the stress of living the same day over and over again.
I just want to rest.
I just want to breathe.
But they didn't want me to breathe. They didn't want me to be happy.
"Hey. You okay?" A hand was rubbing my back soothingly. "Hey." The voice turned softer. I couldn't move from where I sat, my neck was too stiff that I could only tilt my head a few degrees upwards. In my peripheral vision there was only lips and a goatee present. My eyes watered as the goatee reminded me of my real father, who was nothing but ignorant to the existence of my voice. "Breathe." The man spoke again. "C'mon. Your getting paler by the second. Breathe." Despite the panicked words, the man's voice managed to sound soothing.
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