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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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"stay foolish , stay sane" 〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️ A/N BYE I ACCIDENTALLY POSTED THIS EARLIER IN THE MIDDLE OF WRITING IT PLS, also trigger warning: torture, murder.
Wanda sighed, digging her nails into her hand in anger, why was she being so wary with Y/N? she knew that Y/N didnt think of her badly, but a feeling crept up that she shouldn't be trusting her, or anyone for that matter.
She knew deep down that he reason for not trusting her was because she didnt trust herself. what if she lost her? she lost her brother, and her parents, she felt completely alone.
She knew Y/N was genuinely upset, she felt her sadness and irritation as she listened to the conversation Steve and her were having.
She sighed as she plopped on her soft white bed, remembering the promises to redo her room.
she felt tears of frustration linger on her eyes, why was she feeling like this? this was a safe facility no one could get into or out without getting tracked.
wiping her face, she stood up and walked over to the bathroom, washing her face as she put her hair into a bun.
She quickly got changed into pajamas, a t shirt and a pair of black pajama pants.
she sighed as she got under the covers, her mind wandering.
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Y/N walked into her bedroom, deciding to throw her hair up and shower, just to get the sweat off, but not washing her hair.
She lingered in the hot essence of her shower, it easing her bones and muscles.
She washed her body, finishing and shutting off the water.
walking out, she checked her phone to see it was almost 3 am, not realizing boxing had her up this late.
Yawning as she changed into pajamas,a light purple sweater and black leggings.
she layed down, letting sleep overcome her.
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She opened her eyes, looking around and seeing that she was at the party.
"Hunny? you okay? you fell asleep for a second." Natasha said, as the others tried to pull Thors hammer.
"Y-Yea im, im fine." she said, hiding her anxiety and confusion.
They all turned their heads to see something- or someone crashing through the door.
"I got no strings.."
"JARVIS, we got a buggy suit." Tony said.
"JARVIS?" he said again. No answer
Y/N looked at the bot, immediately getting scared as she saw its short circuiting .
"Do you ever.... blame yourself? feel... whats the word... remorse?" It asked, pointing to Y/N.
"Don't answer him." Thor said, sternly, they all turned to confusion at the bot.
"Y/N?" Nat said, worriedly.
"W-What?" Y/N said, taking a step back.
"Well after what happened, most people would feel regret.... or guilt."
Y/N shuddered, tears pulling at her eyes.
"What happened ?" she asked.
"Tony power it off." Steve said.
"The... Accident." Ultron said, projecting a video taken from the camera in Y/Ns old cell.
Y/N watched in confusion, she had to have been in a trance when this happened, the mind controlling.
Y/N stepped closer wanting to get a closet view of the video, despite the teams demands to step back.
she cried out as she heard a small voice come from the video, it was her little sister.
"Y/N." one of the men told her as she pushed the small girl into her cell. "Mission is to kill." They said, leaving the small girl, and walking away.
Y/N watched as her mind controlled form grabbed the top of the toilet, smashing it over her sisters head.
Y/N was mortified, as she cried out, the video continuing to play as she watched her murder her sister.
she dropped to her knees screaming out her sisters name before feeling herself yanked back, feeling the feminine hands of Natasha covering her face, as she heard fighting going on in the background, as she screamed and cried in pain, missing her sister, thinking she had just gone missing, when in reality she killed her.
She thrashed around, Natasha struggling to keep her down, not wanting her to see the fight after just seeing that.
"Y/N calm down, its not your fault." Natasha said, as she held her closely.
the fight had calmed down and Natasha looked up to see the damage of the building, but luckily none of the team members hurt.
Natasha gently stood up, Y/N still shaking as tears flowed out of her eyes.
She didnt get much sleep that night... or the next.
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She screamed as she sat up, in a cold sweat, she felt herself hyperventilating as she struggled to find her phone.
Y/N grabbed her phone, shaking as she turned on the flashlight, using that to turn on her lamp.
she sat in her bed, crying, tears soaking the collar of her shirt.
Y/N stood up, walking down and into the kitchen, seeing Natasha there, it was common for atleast one person to be sitting there every night, usually nightmares or couldnt sleep, there was an unspoken rule that whatever was discussed those night, were never discussed again, unless it was important.
"Hey Nat, cant sleep?" Y/N asked, grabbing a mug from the cupboard.
"Yep, was that.. you screaming?" she asked.
"I- uhm, yea, just... nightmares." She said, grabbing a teabag.
"I know that feeling, for me it's either nightmares or cant sleep." she said, taking a sip of something in her mug.
"Sometimes i wish i could fall asleep and never wake up."
