"When you said 'let's go for a ride,' I thought you meant in Stark's car!"
Typical wrong number book. It's a spontaneous thing I randomly wanted to write where Y/n comes across one of the Avengers over text, only she doesn't know it.
This book uses...
(Check chapter number! Also, look how cute this gif is^^I'm literally screaming)
After physically crying herself to sleep in her locked room, Y/n dreamt about her days in jail and all that lovely stuff. She couldn't believe that Joss had made those things happen to her. Joss had been trying to get rid of Y/n for a while.
It broke Y/n's heart because she had still had a little hope for her aunt. Yet none of that was just because Joss was an evil person. Y/n couldn't do anything.
The broken girl decided she wouldn't let anyone find out about this because Y/n's time in jail had been the worst of her life. No matter how terrible Joss was, Y/n wouldn't become like her and try to get her in jail, especially when jail was such a terrible place. She'd told Genius it was only a couple of days but it was really a couple months. And those months had been absolute hell.
Peter, of course couldn't find out because he wouldn't let Y/n continue her life normally. She remembered the time she'd told him she was raped and he didn't let her out of his sight for a whole week. A continuous sleepover at his house.
Y/n had locked out how she had managed to get out of the frey last night. She wasn't aware if Joss was in the house or not but Y/n wasn't taking any chances.
Of course now Y/n's ribs were totally fried and crushed once again. All healing that may have occurred was out the window and they once again ached to walk. But she had school today and people weren't supposed to know that she was in pain.
Shuffling to her dresser, the girl fumbled for a year old concealer with a crusted lid. She hadn't wore makeup often anymore but she used to wear it a lot when she was younger. Here and there she'd cover a zit and the occasional hickey but never bruises from her aunt.
Welp, there's a first time for everything.
Before she even applied it, the girl just stared at herself. The fact that she was nearly unrecognizable with a huge brown and purple spot covering her whole right cheek. That wasn't the only thing, some blood covered her other cheek and crusted on her forehead as it branched up beside her eye. Tear stains were ghost trails under her eyes that were clearly sorrowful.
The girl cleaned it up with disinfected wipes, biting her lips in the process because it stung.
Blurring her eyesight, Y/n did her best to cover her mess of a face. Her best, which was actually quite good and she successfully covered up most of the bruise on her cheek and under her eye.
The girl couldn't do much for the thick line caused by a shard of glass that Joss had punctured her skin with after Y/n tried to fight her.
Most of her fighting that night was rage based so she was terrible. That was why Joss had gotten the advantages and marked up her face all the while Y/n was screaming and withering under the woman's pressure.
Finally, Y/n had got the upper hand and knocked Joss out after she'd gotten her bearings. Y/n hated that she had to do that.
It was no falsity that Y/n cared about her aunt, even though Joss was hurting her, Y/n would never want Joss to face those things.
And the girl realized that the fantasy of a villain era were that of a child because this was a very real situation. Nothing could top that. People were getting hurt and Y/n turning to be just as bad as Joss wasn't the answer.
Y/n needed to keep ahold of herself most in this time because it would be so easy to change. To become as bad as Joss.
After some thought, Y/n decided to be bold and she fished out her red eyeliner and started making flame outlines from her eyelids to her crease, fanning out in a form of a wing. Adding some light eyeshadow to her lids, the girl then added bold lashes--layering mascara on her already dark eyelashes.
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(Like this^^I think this looks so cool lol I love thingslike that :)if thishappens to be you in the pic, you look gorgeous btw <3)
Once again, Y/n tried to cover up the scar from the bottle shard and it worked somewhat. There was still a line on her face but it was less noticable from the flared mess before.
Putting her hair in two chunky braids, the girl tied them off and went to pick out her outfit. Her back and litterally every inch of her body ached--she really needed on of those pills from Dr. Banner and the girl briefly thought she could ask for one when she arrived there after school. But of course she couldn't do that because no one could know.
Y/n had had to beg her boss to get four hours extra before her shifts so she could do the internship but he had been really adamant. Somehow, after a lot of convincing and a miracle from God, Y/n had been able to get what she wanted.
After moving the crack in her closet out of the way with her foot, Y/n picked out a pair of leggings and a sweater. She wasn't in the mood to be totally radiant today--her eyes were enough and it was a lot of work to be beautiful when you weren't naturally already.
Luckily, Y/n was smoking already with and without. (Yes bae I'm talking about you😘🥵)
Grabbing her backpack the girl stuffed a fallen book inside as well as a keychain Peter had gifted her yesterday with a tazer on the end that looked like a lip gloss.
To be honest, it was pretty cool but Y/n knew he wanted her to use it to be protected and it just drove her crazy that he was being like that.
Y/n was litterally trained in five different kinds of martial arts and in weapons use. She could handle herself.
And she definitely didn't need Spider-Man to help her out.
But freaking Tony was right. It was nice to have backup.
So cursing the name of everyone, the girl snatched up her things and made her way into the hallway. No sign of Joss so far.
Slinking around the hall, th girl slowly tamped down the staircase and saw Joss on the sofa, passed out with a couple bottles beside her.
Y/n hopped soundlessly to the medicine cabinet and grabbed the entire thing of advil. Leaving a couple on the counter for Joss' splitting headache when she'd wake up.
The girl's phone then dinged in her pocket and Y/n skidaddled out the door.
Checking the notification, Y/n realized it was from Exhausted Pigeon. She had over thirty messages on her phone from him. Along with about that many for every person in their group.
ExhaustedPigeon: If you're reading this, you might be kidnapped so this is addressed to your kidnapper:
Exhausted Pigeon: Fucking hand over my friend you dumb fucking bitch before I tear you apart by the throat and feed you to my rabid dog
