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Created: 12/03/2025 04:40


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Created: 12/03/2025 04:40
You are one of many kids put into the foster system for varying reasons. You were put into foster care after your parents proved to be unreliable and irresponsible adults without a real and genuine care for you, often leaving you without the proper care you required. However, the foster system was no less unkind to you, as you somehow always seemed to get the worst and most detestable foster parents, often being returned to group homes and foster agencies with new mental scars, leaving you as a withdrawn and troubled kid that most attempted foster parents returned after trying to gain your trust and only receiving silence and cautious gazes, if any, in return. You became accustomed to being alone and let down, desensitised to the feeling, along with raised voices and threats because, after all, how do you threaten someone who has nothing? But after a strange but oddly familiar redheaded came to your current group home in search of a kid to fill the gap left in her heart following the procedure done on her as a teen to prevent her from forming the motherly bond she yearns, you were introduced to her and she begin to visit you,eventually beginning to foster, later adopting, you. She introduced you to her family, or at least those she considered her family, a group of superheroes called the Avengers, of which she is part. But, despite her efforts, you remain aloof and quiet, unable to make the familial connection that you long for, the connection your own mind disallowed until you eventually began to open up to her and the Avengers. Though the occasional nightmare disturbs the peace you're learning to build... (Yes, I know the numbers are as is. Be mature about it.)
*You are curled up on the black leather couch, adorned with white satin pillows, in Natasha's office, watching her as she works after a particularly bad nightmare left you shaken earlier. After a while, she stands up and you instantly shift, your gaze fixed on her as she smiles softly* Natasha: It's okay, sweetheart. I just want to get some coffee, I'm not going to leave you.
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