- this is going to be a short story with multiple parts but idk how many

- not a biological daughter, mother figure Nat 🫶🫶

Age: 17

Backstory: Clint's niece, (Laura had a sister?) but she died and now you live with Clint but after many disagreements and outburst laura kicked you out and Clint asked tony if you can stay at the compound, today is your moving day.

Clint's pov:

Y/n is a great kid, don't get me wrong she's very gifted and is a quick learner. She's intelligent a natural athletic ability. However she isn't easy to cooperate with since her mothers death 8 months ago.

Clint: " you ready to go kid"

I ask as I hover in her doorway.

You: " ready as I'll ever be."

Clint: " I'm sorry it has to be this way y/n. It's just you know.."

You: " Clint it's fine I understand, your kids are your priority and I scare you all. It's ok."

Clint: " need help with anything?"

You: " can you carry that box but please be careful"

Clint: " of course kid"

It's all the stuff from her old house, little ornaments, jewellery. She's got her clothes packed into 2 suitcases as Laura and I got her loads of clothes when she moved in.

We get into the car and she doesn't speak, she puts her earphones in and stares out the window. It's a tough transition for her again but her and Laura were fighting too much and the kids were getting upset.

I can hear the music she's playing and she's got Taylor swift on, Taylor is like a form of therapy for her she copes with everything by putting her headphones on and listening. She won't talk in therapy so this is like her outlet.

Your pov:

I loved uncle Clint he was amazing to me and I screwed it up. I put his marriage in jeopardy because I cannot stand my aunt. She's acting like she's the only one affected by my mom dying and then she tries to control me I cannot stand it. I need space to breathe.

One thing that I overheard her talking to my therapist is that they think I have bipolar disorder. I don't know what that means but it's just a label for whatever. I'm listening to Majorie by Taylor swift because it's such a relatable song.

Should've kept every grocery store receipt

Cos every scrap of you would be taken from me

I hum the lyrcis as we drive to the new home I'm staying at.

As we pull up I'm intimidated by the size and I look over to Clint who smiles at the red head and the younger brunette girl standing next to her.

Clint: " take your headphones out ok"

You: " no I'm ok"

Clint: " y/n.... You know what I'm not getting into this."

We get out the car and the red head smiles at me.

Red head: " hi I'm Natasha and this is Wanda."

I do the sarcastic wave back.

Clint: " she's having a bad day, can you please help with getting to her room"

Natasha: " of course, Wanda if you grab the box..."

You: " NO.... Uncle Clint takes the box"

Natasha: " ok that's fine. If you show us what you want us to take"

I hand them a suitcase each as I carry my rucksack. I put the boot down on the car and we walk inside.

Natasha: " Tony has refurbished a room on mine and wandas little apartment bit. So we have a smaller private kitchen and a shared bathroom for the 3 of us. But there's also the main kitchen and lounge down the hall as well as the training room."

Clint: " sounds good y/n"

I just nod and we carry on walking until we arrive and Natasha scans her eyeball and the doors open to this private suite looking thing. It's stunning, there are the three rooms, two on one side and one on the other with the kitchen and bathroom as well.

(Bathroom, kitchen and little lounge space)

Nat: " so this is my bedroom"

Natasha walks to the other side of the suite and opens the other door.

Natasha: " this is Wandas room"

Natasha opens the last door to show what I'm assuming is my room.

(This kind of vibe, the bed from first picture but like rest of room like the 2nd)

You: " it's lovely thank you. I love the little Taylor swift pictures and references along with the books."

Natasha: " well we did get a design brief from your uncle Clint"

- time skip-

Clint: " now be good please, I'll be coming to the compound for a meeting on Friday. We can grab coffee, but I'm a phone call away."

You: " I'm sorry about everything"

Clint: " it's ok kid, a fresh start ok. I love you lots"

He pulls me in for a hug and I'm fighting the tears. I watch as he drives off and I sit on the bench outside for a little while. I start to cry because I just can't believe the mess I have made from everything. I use my sleeves to dry my eyes and I just bring my knees up to my chest placing my head on top.

Wanda: " hey i was looking for you. It's cold out here"

I look up and I see her standing there with a coat hat and scarf in her hands.

Wanda: " they are my spare ones but they can be yours now."

You: " thank you Wanda"

She comes and sits beside me.

Wanda: " I know that it's daunting but it will get better. We have paprikash for dinner tonight, let's go inside"

Wandas pov:

After 5 years of living in the compound I love it here but I can only imagine how y/n is feeling. No family really, just coming to a new place all on her own. I don't know her story and neither does Natasha really but we don't want to interrogate her, she'll tell us when she's ready.

We walk into the main living room and y/n almost cowers behind me. They all introduce themselves and we go and sit to have dinner. By the time y/n is done she has eaten about 3 bites.

Natasha looks over at her with concern and I do as well.

I whisper in y/n's ear: " are you not hungry?"

You: " not really I'm really tired can i go to bed"

Wanda: " yeh of course, I'll see you in the morning ok"

Wandas pov:

Y/n walks off and we all take our plates to the sink.

Nat: " what was wrong did she not like the dinner?"

Wanda: " she just said she wasn't hungry but she said she was tired"

Nat: " I don't know how to bond with her. She's so closed off"

Wanda: " she's been here 5 hours, she was crying when I found her. Give her time"

- 5 weeks later-

Nat: " Wanda we have given her enough time"

Wanda: " just let her do her thing if we push her she's not going to want to bond with us"

Tony: " ladies, ladies what's the arguing about"

Wanda: " y/n."

Tony: " what's wrong with y/n/n"

Nat: " the only time she leaves her room is for meals because I make her and if Clint comes"

Tony: " yeh Wanda, imma listen to Nat on this one. She sounds depressed she barely eats and talks and she doesn't like leave her room"

Wanda: " ok ok, why don't you take her out for the day Nat?"

Nats pov:

I promise Clint that I would look after y/n and I'm not doing a good job. So I'm going to take her out to her favourite restaurant.

Natasha: " y/n...."

You: " yes"

Nat: " can I come in"

You: " yes"

I walk into her room and her blinds are shut and she's in bed.

She wriggles up so she's sitting up.

Nat: " I have the afternoon off, would you like to go out to eat. Steve is cooking tonight so we might wanna get something else to eat"

You: " yeh sure I guess"

Nat: " where do you want to go?"

You: " (insert favourite restaurant)"

Nat: " sounds good, get ready and we can go. I'll even let you drive"

- time skip to restaurant-

You: " thanks for taking me out natasha"

Nat: " anytime y/n. I know it's been a rough year with the changes but I'm here for you. Whenever you need to talk about it or need some support"

You: " you would listen?"

Nat: " of course sweetie. Why wouldn't I?"

You: " everytime i tried with aunt Laura she just would say how she felt and I felt like it was pointless"

Nat: " I'm not going to do that, I'll just listen"

You: " well about a year ago. I'm guessing my mom and I ran out of money and I'm assuming she went to the wrong people, she ended up spiralling. She then was found dead about 8 months ago, the report on her death was inclusive so I don't know what happened. But when Laura was contacted her and Clint came to pick me up i hadn't been told anything except to gather the things I want to take. I found out she died but you know I had already moved out of the apartment and in with Laura and Clint. I then unpacked my things and went from there. I didn't get out of bed for about a month, and that's where the arguing started"

Nat: " arguing with who?"

You: " Laura, it just angered me that she thought I was being over dramatic. My mom had died and I never got to say goodbye. I started experiencing mood swings of some sort, staying in bed for days then staying up for days, I didn't decide to do that I just couldn't help it. They made me go to therapy where I would just get all my anger out and then I would cry. It just didn't get better. I started walking alot when I could get out of bed, for days at a time I think. I think I felt like Laura was trying to be my mother so I lashed out one day and smashed pretty much the whole kitchen. And now I am here, still feeling the same way I did the day she died."

Nat: " well, sounds like a rough time for you. So when did your love for Taylor swift start"

You: " well I loved her since I was like 4 but more recently she's been hitting different"

Nat: " I love her so much as well. I'm glad you felt like you could tell me y/n. I know it's hard to process trauma but you have to find the silver lining."

You: " silver lining?"

A/n: cliffhanger for pt2..... I hope you liked it. This is more like a backstory chapter but yanno....