Question My Existance (Avengers/X-men X Reader)

Question My Existance (Avengers/X-men X Reader)

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Marvel
"You're filthy!" "Why are you one of us?" "I don't even know why you're here!" "You're fat." "You're ugly" • • • Everyday, I am questioned and I am put down. It doesn't really bother me because I know it isn't true. Anyway let's try to do this again. Hello,my name is (Y/N)! I am an avenger. Everyone thinks that I am fat because I wear oversized shirts that don't hug my body. Furry doesn't let me really go on missions since I am used for much more 'Top Secret' missions. The only people that know how I am under this shirt and just personally, is Natasha and Wanda. The boys are so judgemental against me, but whatever! I had experienced a bad childhood and on the street people call me 'The Fallen Angel'. ANHWHO ON TO DA STORY MY BEAUTIFUL READERS!!!
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(The story I mentioned [and possibly long awaited by some] is finally coming around) "You're too weak to be a fighter, focus on your studies." "You can never become a good driver. It's too taxing on your body." "You're useless." That's all you were ever told, you could never follow your dreams, all because of genetic code. Your siblings always rubbed it in your face, minus your eldest brother, who supported you through and through. Always homeschooled, until you convinced you parents to send you to Hirenell Academy, where you are finally free to do what you please. Or so you thought. Teachers treated you differently, almost like a fragile glass, students avoided you and looked at you with pity, except for some girls here and there, but you knew what they wanted. You hated it That was, until you met her. The one whom shared your pain.

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