If @nekophy and @angexci accept my skellegirl gonna be a daugther of palette and goth…she have the best thing of both of them…golette have the power of both and your personality is in the middle of both but she like to stay with goth more than palette because she see how your fathers been and goth’s personality make her sad and she tried to confort him and cheer up -like palette do but in her manners-…i hope that both of you like my draw owo (i don’t speak english but i hope i made me understand…sorry qwq)
Author’s Note: Ok, this is my first attempt to do a reader insert and english isn’t my first language, so if anything sounds wrong tell me. To clear things up, the reader is supose to be Tony’s daugther and, obsviously, I ignored some of the events of AoU (You know what I’m talking about).
Word Count: 786
(Y/N) = Your Name
She was tired of people telling her what to
do, tired of people asking her questions about her father, tired of the prying
eyes upon her, tired of people judging
her like they knew her.
- What’s wrong iron girl? – Asked Natasha approaching
(Y/N), who was sitting on the couch with a not so amused expression. The
brunette opened her mouth to say something, but she tough for a moment and
closed it before any word was spoken. How
do you explain something like this in just one sentence?
- It’s nothing. – The Widow didn’t seem to buy
it, ‘cause the next second she was sitting in (Y/N)’s side.
doesn’t make you wrinkle your forehead. – Touché. Of course you couldn’t just try
lie for the best liar you knew. The statement wasn’t an insult either. Natasha
was trained to be like this, and it was amazing how good she was at it. (Y/N)
on the other hand… Well, in fact, she
could lie. Pretty well to be honest. Better than Steve. Better than most
people she knew. Enough to make everyone around believe that she was alright. Or so she had thought. – You know you
can trust me right? – It was something (Y/N) never thought she could do when
she first met Black Widow. You couldn’t really blame her. Natasha came into her
life as an undercover S.H.I.E.L.D. agent and that fact always made the Stark,
both of them to be honest, have a suspicious attitude towards her. Now, years
after that not so good first encounter the both of them grew closer and (Y/N)
knew she could count on Natasha.
- It’s complicated. – The Stark girl gave in
sinking into the couch. The redhead chuckled.
- What in your life is not complicated? – The
girl cracked her finger pointing to the woman in front of her.
- I’m just tired.
- Cap has been pushing you too much? – There was
concern in her voice, but also a little bit of mischief. (Y/N) pushed it aside.
- No, not that kind of tired. – Romanoff’s face
went serious and she waited for the girl to talk again. – I’m just tired of
getting my hopes up. I’m tired of trying to please everyone. I’m… tired. – Something about the look on (Y/N)’s
face made Natasha realize that something was really wrong with her. Then she
- This has something to do with your little argument with Pietro?
- Yes. – (Y/N) was silent for a moment,
looking at the ceiling. – And no.
no you got me confused. – (Y/N) sat facing her friend.
- It’s just that he, like what seems like
everyone else in the whole world, think he knows me and my family and that they
have the right to judge us and say what we think or how we feel and… I’m tired.
I’m sick and tired of it. – Natasha noticed that the girl teary eyes, tears
that she knew (Y/N) wasn’t going to let fall. – They think our life is easy and
that we don’t have problems and keep blaming us for things we haven’t done like
they knew the truth but they don’t. They don’t know how it feels. Pietro just
reminded me of how people see us. How they
want to people to see us. – On the screen pointed by (Y/N) it was displaying
one of the many local news talking about Tony, his daughter and the incident in
- Just ignore it, you know you’re better than
that. – The redhead tried to cheer the girl up.
- That’s the problem: I can’t. I can’t just
ignore it when people keep reminding me of that. When they insist in making me
something I’m not. When they look at me and my father like we’re guilty of
everything bad that happened in the world and forget about how much blood and
tears my family has been giving to make the world a better place. – A weight
was lifted from (Y/N)’s shoulders, her chest felt lighter, but the ache was
still there, her faithful companion. Before Natasha could say something Sam
came in looking for (Y/N). The girl gave the redhead a resigned look before
leaving with Falcon leaving a very preoccupied Black Widow
- I would feel guilt if I didn’t knew who she
was. – His voice startled Natasha, but she wasn’t surprised by his attitude. It
was Pietro, and he didn’t exactly measure his actions or words. She got up,
starting to leave the room.
- Well, you should.
- I said something wrong about her? Was I
wrong about something? – The kid frowned, curious.