Can you even fix something that's already broken

Oh Shit

YN'S POV
I slowly opened my eyes and squinted as they adjusted to the bright light.

This isn't my room... It was then that I noticed an arm around my abdomen.

Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit! I slept with Loki. Oh my god! I slept with the fucking god of mischief! I carefully removed his arm from around me and tiptoed out of the bed. I stumbled a little not realizing how sore my body was, and I grabbed the nightstand so I wouldn't fall. I accidentally knocked a book off the small table and it hit the floor with a loud smack. 

"Shit!" I cursed.

Loki awoke and looked at me smugly.

"I enjoyed last night." He declared smiling.

"Well I hope you remember it, cause it's never happening again." I spat as I began dressing myself.

"Darling, once you've tried it, there's no going back. Your addicted now." He smirked while motioning to his body.

I rolled my eyes at his huge ego.

"Well I guess I'm going to rehab then." I said as I left his room.

Fortunately, no was no one in sight so it was safe. I tiptoed quietly and quickly into my room. It was almost 5:30 in the morning. I was exhausted so I got into my bed after changing into some pjs, and went back to sleep.

I woke up again at 10 in the afternoon. I got up, fixed my hair, brushed my teeth, and went downstairs.

"Morning sweetheart." My dad greeted me as I strolled into the kitchen.

"Morning." I grumbled while walking over to the fridge.

"What's that?!" My dad suddenly shouted.

"What's what!" I asked a little scared.

"That!" He said as he pointed to my leg.

I looked down and saw an ugly ass bruise on my thigh. DAMN YOU LOKI!!!

"Oh um, I walked right into my nightstand, you know me, I'm super clumsy." Shit, I think he could tell I was lying. I suck at it when I'm under pressure.

"Mhm." Tony said as he stared at me like it was super obvious I was lying. Thankfully he didn't say anything else about the bruise. I'm going to fucking kill that bastard when I find him!

Around 1 in the afternoon I went down to train with Nat. I had on a pair of shorts, a tank top, and my hair was pulled back in a tight bun.

"You ready..." Nat asked as she turned around to face me when I walked in. "...Y/n, what the hell happened?"

"Oh, I hit my leg on my nightstand." I lied.

"I was talking about your neck... are you okay?"

"My neck!?" I shouted as I ran over to the bathroom and looked into the mirror.

MOTHERFUCKER! That asshole actually marked my neck! He gave me a damn hickey on my fucking neck!!! Oh my god! What am I going to tell Nat?! She's not stupid, she's going to figure out I had sex with someone. I just hope she won't figure out it was with the god of mischief.

"Sooo... you wanna tell me what happened there?" Nat said as she closed and leaned on the bathroom door.

"Not really." I replied super embarrassed and nervous.

"Y/n, I'm not stupid, I know what a hickey looks like and I can tell by the shape of the bruise on your thigh, that you didn't walk into your nightstand. So, I'll ask again, what happened?" Nat asked sternly.

"I had sex last night." I mumbled under my breath.

"What?" Nat asked confused.

"I had sex last night okay!" I hissed.

"With who." She asked with interest.

"I can't tell you." I told her while looking at the floor.

"Was it with who I think it was?" Nat asked.

"I can't read your mind!" I raised my voice slightly.

"Was it a certain dark haired, tall god who has a tendency to act like a murderous psychopath?" She asked with a hint of amusement.

"How'd you know!?!" I asked shocked.

"Unlike everyone else in this house, I'm not totally oblivious to everything around me. I also picked up on a few things. I can tell when two people are flirting with each other." She stated like it was old news.

"So you don't care?" I asked hesitantly.

"No, you can be with whoever you want to be with. Although, I have a feeling when your dad finds out, he's not going to be as easy going about it." Nat laughed.

"Oh my god! Please don't tell Tony!!!"

"Don't worry I won't, but you have to tell him at some point. It'd be better for him to hear it from you instead of finding out by walking in on something." She smirked.

"Come on, I'll help you cover up your bruises." She smiled.

"Thanks." I told her as I blushed darkly.

Sorry this chapter was so short. Let me know how you like the story so far and what you think of Natasha being like a mother figure for y/n.