natasha and little y/n stories

arguments

in this story, you are nat's daughter. your conversation turns into an argument about how you've been feeling lately with the pressure of high school and doing training so often. (your 16)

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Y/n's pov
"NO YOU DONT GET IT!" "Y/N FOR GODS SAKE ITS NOT THAT HARD TO TRAIN AFTER YOU DO YOUR HOMEWORK" me and my mom were having an argument about training. "NO, YOU PUT ME UNDER PRESSURE SO OFTEN!" "Y/N YOU SAID YOU COULD TRAIN THIS AFTERNOON SO THATS WHAT YOUR DOING." "NO NO NO, YOU DONT GET IT, NOT ONLY DO I HAVE TO DEAL WITH YOU MAKING ME TRAIN-" "Y/N ROMANOFF, IF I DONT SEE YOU IN THAT TRAINING ROOM AT 6, I WILL DRAG YOU THERE MYSELF." she slammed the door and walked away. i hated when we fought. it made me feel like i wasn't wanted. i sighed and started to do my homework teary- eyed. i turned on some music and started working. i check my phone, it was 5:30. "i don't want to get in trouble.." i thought. "i can just do my homework after." "no." i closed those thoughts and continued working. i wasn't going to let training ruin my grades. it was 6:05 when i checked my phone. i shrugged. "she can come get me, idgaf, i'm not going." i thought. "she can kiss my a-" "y/n romanoff, i am going to give you 3 seconds to explain to me why you aren't at training." "1, i don't need it." "2, i am not going to let training get in the way of my good grades. "and 3, training makes me feel powerless and bad about myself. "y/n you-"
"NO MOM, YOU DONT GET IT. "YOU DONT GET THAT EVERYTIME I GET KNOCKED DOWN AND YOU OR STEVE SAYS "try harder" "again" MAKING ME DO THAT OVER AND OVER AGAIN. IT HURTS. IT HURTS A LOT." i looked at her teary-eyes," SO IF YOU WOULD EXUSE ME, IM GOING TO DO MY HOMEWORK SOMEWHERE WHER MY MOTHER WONT TRY TO MAKE ME TRAIN."

A/N- sorry if that sucked, i didn't know what direction to go in the end so i ended it like that. 😅