In the early hours of the morning, I let out a yawn and quickly changed into my school attire. As I descended the stairs, I greeted everyone with a cheerful "Good morning."
To my surprise, Tony, who happened to be in the house, exclaimed, "Hurry up, Y/N! I'm driving you to school!"
"Okay!" I replied eagerly, acknowledging his offer.
Upon arriving at school, Tony accompanied me out of the car and walked alongside me into the building. The sight of us together seemed to astonish Flash, but I simply smiled in response.
As Tony bid us farewell, I embraced him tightly, and he reciprocated the hug.
Curious about the encounter, Tony questioned, "What was that all about?"
"For everything!" I answered with a smile, expressing my gratitude.
Returning the smile, he said his goodbyes, leaving me to enter my classroom. However, before I could make my way inside, Flash forcefully pushed me against the lockers.
"Why was Tony with you?" he demanded, an aggressive tone in his voice.
"He was with me because of you, Mr. Stark, you idiot!" I retorted, refusing to be intimidated.
Flash's anger escalated, and he resorted to violence, delivering a punch that sent me tumbling to the ground. He proceeded to pin me down, choking me and spitting on me.
"P-Please... let... me... out! I... can't... breathe..." I pleaded desperately, my voice strangled.
As I teetered on the brink of losing consciousness, Peter arrived with some teachers, who intervened and pulled Flash away from me. Peter then helped me up, but I struggled to catch my breath.
The teachers promptly alerted my dads, who arrived with a breathing aid. After a few minutes, I could finally breathe normally. Steve carefully scooped me up and carried me to the car.
Falling asleep during the car ride, I awoke to find Steve carrying me into our residence. I clung tightly to him, unwilling to let go.
"Missy, please let me down," Steve requested, his voice gentle.
Refusing to release my hold, I allowed him to place me among the others, gently settling me down on the couch.
Concerned, Tony inquired, "What happened?"
But I remained silent, unable to find the words.
"Bucky, talk to her," Steve urged, turning to his partner.
I kept my gaze lowered, fighting back tears, as Bucky implored, "Y/N, please."
Shaking my head, I held back my emotions, causing Loki to sigh in exasperation.
"Darling, you can confide in me," Loki offered, his voice filled with compassion.
Once again, I shook my head, feeling overwhelmed. Thor joined in, adding his plea, "Please, tell us!"
Realizing that I wasn't ready to speak, Steve intervened, "Y/N, you can discuss it later if you want. I need to go for a while."
Curiosity piqued, Bucky questioned, "Where are you headed?"
"Just to meet an old friend. I invited her over," Steve replied, leaning in to kiss Bucky before departing.
Left alone with my thoughts, I found solace in solitude and allowed my tears to flow freely. As I made my way to the kitchen for a glass of water, I overheard Sharon's disdainful words.
"Wow, who is that girl? She seems a little crazy, doesn't she? Almost like a little monster," Sharon remarked, her eyes fixed on me.
The room fell silent as everyone turned their attention to me, and my tears welled up once more.
"And too sensitive... don't cry! It was just a joke," Sharon continued, oblivious to the impact of her words.
Enraged, I took a step toward her, but Loki swiftly grasped my arm, pulling me into a protective embrace. I resisted, pushing him away, and grabbed a glass of water instead.
"I think this girl isn't very happy," Sharon commented, her tone dripping with condescension.
"Oh no, I'm feeling fantastic! I mean, who doesn't enjoy being shoved into lockers, beaten, and choked on the ground until they can't breathe? It's just a regular day, right?" I retorted sarcastically, unable to contain my anger.
Sharon persisted, unfazed by my response, "Aww, she can talk! What's your name?"
"None of your business! You... you bitch!" I fired back, my emotions getting the best of me.
Steve interjected, attempting to defuse the situation, "Y/N..."
"Monster!" Sharon sneered in response.
Unable to contain my frustration, I hurled the glass at her, but she deftly evaded it.
"Y/N!" Steve called out sternly, reprimanding me for my actions.
"Woah, Y/N!" Sharon exclaimed with a mocking tone.
Overwhelmed by the turmoil, I fled upstairs, seeking solace in the privacy of my room. Yet, my attempts to calm down proved futile, driving me back downstairs in search of the breathing aid. However, Steve caught hold of my arm, his grip unyielding.
"Say sorry!" he demanded, preventing my escape.
Struggling to breathe and break free, I found myself succumbing to unconsciousness within seconds. Luckily, Bucky rushed to my aid, utilizing the breathing aid to revive me a few minutes later.
As I regained consciousness, Bucky greeted me anxiously, "Hey, hey, hey! How are you feeling? Better?"
Nodding weakly, I found comfort in his warm embrace. The clock struck 8 p.m., and I settled onto Bucky's lap while the rest of the group gathered to watch a movie.
By 10 p.m., exhaustion set in, and I expressed my fatigue, prompting Bucky to stand up. Steve assured me he would join me in five minutes. I lay down, murmuring, "I don't like Sharon. She's such a... difficult person."
Bucky smiled, gently brushing the hair away from my face, and advised, "Well, I agree with you, but let's not use that word. It's not polite."
Nodding in agreement, I embraced Bucky tightly. Shortly after, Steve entered the room, planting a tender kiss on my forehead before bidding me goodnight.
Overwhelmed by the events of the day, I yawned and soon drifted into a deep slumber. However, my rest was plagued by a haunting nightmare.
In the dream, Bucky and I were left alone as Steve abandoned us for Sharon. Every week, we would drive to an old house where Sharon resided with Steve...
Tears streamed down my face as I awoke abruptly, narrowly escaping Sharon's blow in my dream. Lost in my thoughts, I noticed my dads entering my room.
"Why aren't you asleep?" Bucky inquired, concerned about my sleeplessness.
"Nightmare..." I whispered, my voice filled with distress.
"Aw, tell us about it," Steve urged gently, attempting to offer solace.
Shaking my head, I I shook my head, still unable to find the words to describe the haunting images that had plagued my sleep.
"I won't tell you, sorry. Just Dad," I murmured, seeking solace in Bucky's comforting embrace.
Understanding my need for privacy, Bucky held me tightly, providing a sense of security amidst the chaos of my thoughts.
Gradually, I found myself drifting back to sleep in Bucky's arms. His presence brought a sense of calm, and I soon succumbed to the embrace of slumber once again.
The night passed by, and as the morning sun cast its gentle rays upon the room, I slowly awoke. The events of the previous day still weighed heavily on my mind, but I was determined to face the day with renewed strength.
With a sigh, I pushed myself up, wiping away the remnants of tears from my eyes. Bucky stirred beside me, sensing my awakening.
"Good morning, Y/N," he greeted me softly, his voice filled with concern and affection.
"Morning, Dad," I replied, my voice still tinged with sleepiness.
Steve, who had been keeping a watchful eye on me, entered the room with a gentle smile.
"Did you sleep well?" he asked, his voice filled with paternal warmth.
I nodded, appreciating their presence and the love they showered upon me.
As the day unfolded, I found myself gradually opening up to them, recounting the traumatic events at school and the hurtful encounter with Sharon. Their support and understanding provided solace, and I began to heal with each passing moment.
Together, we navigated the challenges, addressing the pain and finding strength within our family bond. It was through their unwavering love and support that I rediscovered my resilience and learned to stand tall in the face of adversity.
In the days that followed, our household became a sanctuary, a place where I felt safe and cherished. The bond between us grew stronger as we shared laughter, tears, and stories of our own experiences.
Slowly but surely, I started to regain my confidence, realizing that I wasn't defined by the hurtful words or actions of others. Their negativity couldn't extinguish the fire within me.
With time, I learned to confront the challenges that came my way, facing them head-on with the unwavering support of my dads and the rest of our loving family. Their presence was a constant reminder that I was never alone, that I had a support system ready to catch me whenever I stumbled.
And as I grew stronger, I vowed to use my experiences to advocate for kindness, understanding, and compassion. No one should have to endure the pain I did, and it became my mission to create a world where empathy triumphed over cruelty.
While the wounds from that dark day may have left their mark, they also served as a reminder of my resilience and the strength that resided within me. I would rise above the adversity, not allowing it to define me but rather fueling my determination to make a positive difference in the world.
And so, with newfound courage and a steadfast heart, I embarked on a journey of healing, resilience, and the pursuit of a brighter future, knowing that with my loved ones by my side, I could overcome any challenge that came my way.
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