Falling for a Maximoff

Chapter 42: Phone call

Pov Natasha

I breathe heavily as I enter the quintjet and fall onto one of the seats. Today's mission was exhausting. Not because it was long, I went after taking the girls to school and it's around 2 p.m. right now, but there was a lot of fighting and I'm just glad to be back in the jet.

Not in the mood to do it myself, I ask one of the S.H.I.E.L.D. agents that came with me to fly.
I start to fill in my mission report and soon arrive back at the compound. After bringing my report to Fury, I get out of my suit and bring it down to where it's kept. Then I make my way to the kitchen for a peanut butter sandwich.

Tony's there as well and when I walk in, he waves me over to him. He seems concerned and I wonder what this is about.

"Were you on your phone recently?" He asks straight to the point. I shake my head and role my eyes at him.
"You know I was on a mission." I remind him and he nods, his face still serious.
"What happened, Stark?"

"The school called, something happened and then y/n and Wanda came back home. They didn't tell me what it was since I'm not her mother and told me to tell you to call them back."

My heart drops for a second and worry fills my body. What happened? Did she get hurt?

I turn around to run to the elevator and talk to her but Tony holds me back.
"She's currently sleeping. Whatever it was, she seemed really exhausted by it. I only saw her shortly but Wanda carried her in and told me they would rest for now. Y/n didn't look hurt or anything and I think for now Wanda has it under control. Maybe you should call the school back so they can tell you what happened." He concludes, his expression a little softer at my upset state.

A thousand thoughts run through my mind, thinking about what could have happened and worn y/n out so much. There are a lot of options but Tony is right, it's best if I call the school back.

I take out my phone and start it, tapping my foot onto the ground. Even though Tony feels with me, he throws me an annoyed glance and I move over to the living room.

As soon as my phone is on, I see the missed call from school and call them back. It rings a few times before the principal's assistant answers the phone. I tell her who I am and she lets my call through to y/n's principal.

"Hello, Miss Romanoff." He greets me. I bite my tongue to not rush him into telling me what happened.
"Hello, Mr. Brown. You called me?" I reply, starting to pace around the living room.

"Yes, I did. Something happened today in school with y/n. We sent her home because she seemed unable to continue the following classes. Miss Maximoff went with her so she wasn't alone." He informs me and I role my eyes impatiently. I already know all of this, he should tell me what happened.

"I see. They arrived here safely. What happened?" I question, wanting the answer now.

"Something occurred in class. Y/n started to react...heavily to a teacher who talked to her. Apparently she began to shake and hyperventilate, it ended with her running out of class, shortly followed by Miss Maximoff." He tells me and I nod, even though he can't see that.

So, y/n probably had some kind of panic attack in school. I was afraid of that happening because after everything that happened in the Red Room, I knew she would be triggered by something. Honestly, I wasn't too fond of the idea of her going back to school so soon but she assured me she was fine and I let her. Up to now everything went fine but I knew sooner or later something would trigger her. I just hoped it wouldn't end in a panic or such a strong reaction.

"Okay, thank you Mr. Brown. I will take care of her." I say and my pacing slows down.
"There's one more thing, Miss Romanoff." He adds and his voice suddenly sounds very serious.
"Yes?" I answer, confused what's more to come.

"We would like you to meet up with a social worker. One time just you and one time just y/n." He states calmly. I'm more than confused as to why he asks me to do that. I mean yes, her reaction was very strong but what's a social worker gonna do about that?

"For what matter?" I dig deeper. My question is followed by a short silence before he clears his throat.

"We have the right to believe you might practice violence towards your daughter." He answers.

"Excuse me, what?!" I almost yell at him. How dare he accuse me of that? I would never and I really mean never, hit my daughter! And I will personally hunt everyone down who does!

"Please call down, ma'am." Mr. Brown tries but I'm shaking my head in disbelieve.
"I would NEVER hit her! She's my everything and I would never lay a finger on her!" I defend myself offended. Why would he even think that?

"Well, we have reason to believe she experiences violence at home. When the teacher she was talking to raised his hand to pinch his nose, she flinched and covered her face with her arms. This kind of reaction usually comes automatically if a child experiences violence, mostly at home. Her whole reaction leads us to believe that there might be a difficulty between her and someone at home. We know, this kind of information makes parents angry and punish their child for the reaction but we will keep an eye on her and watch for any sign of bruise or wound. If any of that should occur in the following few days, we have to call social services to take care of the situation. That's why we would like for you and your daughter to separately meet with a social worker so we can talk about this issue. For now Miss Maximoff said she will take care of y/n and we ask you to take a deep breath and think about your next action before you act impulsively."

I clench my jar in disbelieve. The audacity this man has to accuse me of hitting my daughter! The rational part of my brain tells me that he actually does a good job in looking out for his students but it still upsets me that he thinks I would be able to do that.

"Sir, I can assure you, I've never hit y/n. I always protected her and never practiced any form of violence against her. I know her reaction leads to other believes but I can explain that. The information is confidential though and shouldn't be overheard by a third party because it's very personal." I reason, trying to keep my calm.

I really don't want to tell him about what happened but I also don't wanna put y/n through a whole process of family therapy without a reason.

He assures me the information will stay confidential and I start to tell him what happened in the last few weeks. Not including too many details, just telling him she got kidnapped and mistreated which leads to her reaction today.

He's aware that I'm an Avenger and after a few questions, he seems to believe me but still asks me to send him a report on how I raise my child. It angers me that he doesn't trust me but I let it go, not wanting to make a fuss about it. I will write him the report and everything will be fine.

We talk for a few more minutes before we hang up and I take a deep breath. I think I should talk to y/n.

A/n: The whole situation from Nats pov...
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