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"im so sick of 17, wheres my fucking teenage dream?"
(content warning ;; smut, cursing, fighting, mention of blood and injuries, murder)
Y/N, No records of a last name, was found at Hydra when when she was 14, but bein...
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" keep love in your heart, a heart a life without it is like a sunless garden when the flowers are dead." 〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️ a/n since people were getting confused, wanda is not in the story in this chapter! this is how Y/N became an avenger <3 January 5th 2012
"Im looking through the cell hall, everything in these cells are either dead, or empty." Natasha quietly said through her ear piece.
"Dont leave a single cell unchecked, we need to make sure any living thing is out before we blow this place up." Steve replied.
Natasha walked a bit further, about to set the bomb until she hurt a small whimper.
"N-No more, no more, please no more."
She turned her head to be met with a small girl, extremely malnourished. long hair dingy and knotted as it met her waist, obviously shes never had a haircut before, she was wearing a white nightdress, stained with blood, and other bodily fluids.
"Hey hey its alright we're gonna help you." Natasha said quietly, as she took out a small saw, cutting open the door.
"NO NO DONT!" she yelled, backing up to wall of the cell.
"Its okay, we are gonna save you."
Natasha reached her hand out,as the girl kicked and fought, running past Natasha and down the hall.
"I need backup, it's obvious she won't comply." Natasha spoke into her ear piece.
The girl had ran down the hall, before tripping onto her knees.
Steve jumped down the stairs, and kneeled in-front of her, injecting something into her neck, making her almost instantly fall asleep.
"We have one survivor, looks maybe 13-14, extremely weak, maybe 90 pounds, we gotta take her to the jet."
"Bomb has been planted, we got the usb, i checked and grabbed her file, Steve you have 10 minutes to get out." Natasha said into the earpiece.
He picked her up, running out the doors and to the jet.
"Who is she?" Steve asked, setting her down on the bench as the Quinjet got into the air, headed towards the tower
"Y/N, no last name in the file." Natasha said, flipping through the papers.
"How old is she?"
"14, born January 2nd 1998, parents were killed moments after she was born... shes lived in hydra her whole life." Natasha said, handing the files to Tony.
"We gotta get her to the medic when we get to the tower, she's extremely underweight, and enhanced, so we need to be careful."
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Back at the tower, she had woken up, but luckily the sedate was enough to keep her calm.
"Where- who are you?" She asked, hand fidgeting.
"We're the avengers, earth's mightiest heros, but we got you, those 'bad guys' cant hurt you anymore."
"P-Promise?" she asked, holding out her pinky
Steves heart dropped, she was such an innocent kid, it hurt to see what Hydra had done to her.
he interlocked his pinky with hers. "i promise."
She was given a bath, and changed into a tshirt and leggings that were too small on Natasha, so she gave them to her.
It seemed like a good portion of the day was spent detangling her hair, Natasha didnt want to shave her hair, so instead she sat behind her with a bottle of hair detangler and a comb, brushing out every knot as Y/N talked about her life at Hydra.
"What was it like there?"
"O-Oh, hm, this guy took me every few days, they gave me medicine and did stuff to me? i dont really understand what happened."
"How often did they feed you?"
"Uhmm, i got water everyday because there was a water spout in my cell, and they gave food twice a day if i was good."
Natasha nodded, not wanting to pry details out of her until there was a doctor or professional there.
"Tonys clearing out a room for you to stay in, you'll stay with us."
"Whos Tony?"
"Oh okay hm, he has the big yellow and red suit."
She nodded, feeling still eerie about these "strangers"
"do you know how old you are?"
she shook her head no.
"you're 14, your name is Y/N."
"Whats yours?"
"Natasha."
Y/N smiled, she trusted Natasha more then the guys at the cell.
"Here babe, eat." Nat said, sliding a plate of toast and eggs, not wanting to give her too much, in fear of making her sick.
"Thank you."
Natasha smiled, already feeing herself getting attached to the girl.
