Natasha Romanoff x Daughter One Shots

"Why did you do it?" - tw

^^^pretty sure I've memorised that Amazon commercial now....
Words: 1400

Age:17
Requested by staningsaiki 🤍🤍

Y/N:
I feel so out of control. So much has happened in the last couple of months. Things like almost losing my mom on a mission, to my grades dropping from an A to a D, sometimes an F, to losing most of my friends after realising that they only were friends with me to meet the Avengers and then they'd leave.

I try so hard to be 'perfect' even though perfectionism is just a concept that no one will ever grasp.

I used to be a very open person, my mom told me to never hide how I was feeling and that I should never be ashamed to ask for help. Not that, that has changed now, she stills says that to me, but something in me changed and I don't feel like I deserved to be helped.

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I started cutting about a month ago. I haven't told anyone and thankfully, no-one has found out. I'm so ashamed of doing it, but the sense of relief that it brings is like an addiction. The pain is addicting.

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Peter and I have been dating for over a year now. As low and as dark as I feel sometimes, Peter makes it feel like it's all going to be okay. I want to tell him so badly about the fact that I'm cutting, but there's a voice in the back of my mind that stops me from telling him.

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I walk into the living room to see Peter watching Star Wars. I chuckle slightly. "Hey Pete." I say. "Hi." He says in return with a smile on his face. "Come give me cuddles, we can put something else on if you don't want to watch Star Wars." Peter continues. I gasp, "wow you really must love me if you're willing to turn Star Wars off!" I say with slight sarcasm. He laughs. "Of course I do, now come sit." He says grabbing me by my arm and pulling me down next to him. I wince at the contact on my fresh scars. "I'm so sorry I didn't mean to hurt you!" Peter says frenetically. "No no, it's okay Peter don't stress!" I smiled.

We turned on another movie and I started to zone, not realising that Peter had started talking to me.
"Y/n?" He spoke waving his hand in front of my face. "Oh sorry, I zoned out. What were you saying?" "It's not important, but are you okay?" he asked genuinely concerned. "Yeah? Why?" I asked. "I don't know, you just don't seem like yourself." he shrugged his shoulders. "I'm fine." I bluntly spoke.

Peter:
I knew something was wrong with y/n. I've noticed small changes over the last month. Her mom spent the first 2 weeks of the month recovering from her mission. I know it was extremely hard on y/n seeing her mom in that state and almost losing her completely.

She's always zoning out in the middle of conversations. She became a different person when she was at school, she doesn't talk to anyone except me. MJ found her crying in the girls bathroom once and y/n snapped at her after she tried to help, which was so unlike y/n.

The movie had just finished and I noticed y/n had fallen asleep on my lap. I picked her up and carried her to her bedroom so she could sleep. As I placed her on her bed, the sleeves to her hoodie rolled up. I saw that her arms were littered in cuts and scars. "Oh y/n what have you done." I mumbled to myself.

I climbed into bed next to her, not wanting to leave her alone after I saw what she did to herself. I cuddled up next to her and slowing drifted off to sleep.

I woke up the next morning and y/n's head was nuzzled into my neck. "Morning." she mumbled. "Morning y/n." I smiled and kissed her forehead. "Can I ask you something?" "Yeah, anything." she replied. "Why did you do it?" she had a confused look on her face. "Do what?" "Hurt yourself. I saw you arms last night when I carried you up here." Her face filled with fear. "Peter." she mumbled as tears formed in her eyes. "Please don't tell anyone. Especially not my mom. I don't want to be a burden." she cried. "Y/n." I sighed. I knew I couldn't keep this to myself, I had to tell someone because she needed help. "Peter please I'm begging you!" I didn't say anything. "Peter I swear to god if you tell anyone we're done. I know what I'm doing you have to trust me!" she told me, her tone left no room for argument. "Okay, okay I won't, but I really think you should talk to some. It doesn't have to be me, but please, you deserve better."

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I sat down in the kitchen eating my lunch trying to think of how I could help y/n. I loved her so much and I hated seeing her struggling.

My thoughts were interrupted when someone walked in the kitchen. "Hey Kid." Natasha said. "Hey." I mumbled. She got juice out the fridge before shutting it and turning around to face me. She looked up at me and saw that I had been crying. "Are you alright?" she asked. I shrugged my shoulders. "You know you can tell me anything right?" Natasha continued. "I know Miss Romanoff. I'm just worried about y/n." I sighed. "Okay 1, I think we are past the point of you calling me Miss Romanoff, and 2, what's happened with y/n?" "It's not my place to say, but I think you should talk to her." "Okay, I'll talk to her. Thank you Pete." I nodded and Natasha left to go upstairs.

Natasha:
After Peter told me that something was wrong with y/n, I went upstairs to talk to her.

I knocked on her door and there was no answer so I let myself in. I saw that y/n wasn't in there so I went to leave until I heard her crying from the bathroom. I went over and knocked on her door. "Y/n are you okay?" I asked through the door. There was still no answer so picked the lock. I wasn't expecting what I walked in to.

She hadn't noticed that I had come in. Tears were streaming down her face as she continued to cut herself. 

I walked over to my daughter and crouched down to her level. She was startled by my presence and her breathing picked up. "Hey it's okay, can you give me the blade? You don't need it anymore." I cooed. She nodded and I carefully took the blade from her. I carefully picked her up and placed her on the counter. "I'm sorry." y/n mumbled. "Look at me." I said pulling her face up to meet mine. "It's okay y/n, I promise you. I'm not mad. We are going to get you through this. Okay?" I said making sure she was listening to my every word. "Okay." she quietly said in return. I smiled. "We're gonna get you cleaned up and then we can spend some time together. Does that sound okay? We can do whatever you want." "Thank you мама." "You don't need to thank me дорогой. That's what I'm here for."

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"Okay, I'll go get you some antibiotics because I couple of these cuts look infected. I'll be back in 5 minutes." I said. "Actually I wanna go talk to Peter about something so I'll come down with you." Y/n said. I nodded and lifted her of the counter.

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We got downstairs and y/n went to the kitchen to speak with Peter as I went to go find Bruce.

Y/N:
"Hey Pete." I mumbled. "Hey" he replied. "Look I'm sorry I didn't tell her exactly what happened but I didn't know what to do and I wanted-" I cut him off from rambling and kissed him. "Thank you." I smiled after pulling away. "I love you" I continued. "I love you so much Y/n Romanoff." he smiled and kissed me again.

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