Bullied|5 (Avengers Universe)

Today was the day that you would be completely and utterly unproductive. You spent all your time ‘reflecting your actions’ in one of the tiny blue chairs that barely fit your ass in the main office. It was totally fine if people bullied the rich girl, but when rich girl started fighting back, suddenly this place becomes a police station. For this situation, though, you couldn’t really blame them too much.

Nobody talked to you while you were there, but the secretaries in their little grey booths all stared at you with contempt, turning around in their stupidly squeaky work chairs to loudly exchange gossip about you. The principal had confiscated your empty travel mug and your backpack, so you couldn’t read or work on developing your phone. You had to listen to these greying ladies talk all day, and you felt like you were rapidly aging just sitting there and letting their voices reach your eardrums.

For all six hours at school, you had just tried to do some simple and easy math in your head, trying your damnedest to keep your mind away from reality and the voices of gossipy old secretaries. A little algebra, a little quadratics, and little Pythagorean theorem were what you had decided to focus on. For a while, you also tried to remember Pi. Sadly though, you didn’t know as many places as your dad. You only knew 70 at the moment, while he could get up to 700.

But, the mental math would only get you so far. When lunch started, Rhiannon had darted into the office, spotting you trying to fit into the blue chair. It startled you, since you had been zoned out for about an hour.

“(y/n)! I heard you beat the shit out of Mathers!” She exclaimed, taking your hands into hers and jumping excitedly.

“Uh, yeah. He had a bloody nose and everything,” you relayed, trying to put on a smile, but, you sighed, slumping back into the small chair.

“What’s wrong?” Rhiannon asked, noticing your discomfort.

“Oh, it’s nothing, really… my butt’s just sweaty, and they took my stuff.” While you had told Rhiannon the truth (what was left of it, anyway), the whole situation was hitting you hard, now that you had begun to think about it. Perhaps it was a shock factor, but you had never heard of a culprit going through shock.

“How long do you have to stay here?” Rhiannon inquired.

“For the whole day, I think.” You comment sadly, and one of the secretaries at the attendance desk sighed loudly.

“Poor little rich girl!” One lady mocked, to which you tried to ignore. But, that comment made you feel worse. Rhiannon turned to eye the secretary with contempt, before she turned to look at you with a somber expression, still gripping your hands.

“Well, I asked Mrs. Corrigan to give me extra sheets of the work today. I also have homework from Business and Economics for you to do... I also went early and grabbed next period’s history homework for you from Mr. Cox, cause I have biology next and I don’t have time to grab it then.” She announced, trying to bring a smile to your face.

“Really, you brought me all that?”

“Yep.”

Rhiannon pulled her backpack from her shoulders, plopped it onto the floor, and began to search its contents.

“A-ha!” She exclaimed, triumphantly pulling out a wad of slightly crinkled worksheets and a clipboard equipped with a pencil.

“Here. I think this will keep you company.” She smiled genuinely, handing everything to you.

“Thanks, Rhi. You’re a life saver.”

“You’re quite welcome,” She laughed. “Meet you at your locker after school?”

“Yeah. My dad’s gonna take us to the tower and we can head over to the mall from there.”

Rhiannon took her leave to grab some lunch, and you got to work. By the time lunch ended, you were done. You guessed that the homework could have kept your mind off of everything for longer, if you hadn’t gotten in a rush to get it done. Today, what Nathaniel had said to you was settling in.

You knew that your dad kept custody of you full-time after a huge case with your mom. They were actually secretly married for a while, right under the media’s nose, but they gotten divorced just before your dad went to Afghanistan, for that infamous weapons presentation. Their relationship had started to go down the drain after you were born, you guessed. Your mom and dad never really seemed like husband and wife material… besides, your mom hated you. She treated you like devil’s spawn, when you had never done anything wrong, well, that you knew of.

Your mom wanted nothing to do with you since the divorce was finalized. The divorce that she filed, and you could almost see Tony’s heart shatter into little, tiny pieces the day she shoved the papers in his face. You guessed that your mom didn’t want custody of you, or even shared custody with the way she eyed you on her way out of the Malibu place. It was almost like she hated you more than she hated Tony.

But, when your dad went missing, she had to take you in. Over those eight months, she grew more and more hateful of you. She especially had enough when you built Butterfingers the Robot out of her car when she actually had complete legal custody of you. Sadly (in her opinion), she would have been arrested at that point if she kicked you out, considering that Tony was still missing at the time and you still a minor (and still a minor to this day).

(You had taken apart her car in less than a month when you found out she was scamming money out of your dad’s company while he was gone.)

You knew the truth of your parentage, yet you couldn’t help feeling that you were an accident. It was true, your dad could probably be better off with you. As far as you knew, raising you was hard; and so was having to deal with your scolding when he came back from Afghanistan. (You were eleven at the time. And very, very angry.)

((Mini A/N in the middle of the story whoo: I think Iron Man took place around 3-5 years canonly before the Avengers did, so… yeah. Context!))

As time passed, you felt worse and worse. Tony was doing his best to keep you safe and happy, throwing away his old life and his customs for you. He raised you, despite all of the rumors and the media burrowing into his life like a parasite, even more than in the years previous. He was also going through the depression, and still put a smile on every day to see you return the gesture. Sometimes, you didn’t even bother to. Right now, you felt like a burden. Like you were the parasite.

For the remainder of the last period of the day, you held your head in your hands. You knew what your dad did before you were born; and you were okay with that, the past was the past. He often had girls over after the divorce, but nothing ever really bothered you, and he did eventually stop dating when the Avengers started. People were different, but you never expected for Nathaniel to throw it in your face. Did your dad really want you like you had always believed?

Just as you were about to let a few tears fall, the principal grabbed your shoulder, pulling you into his office.

“Alright, richie, what did ya do?” He asked, sitting down at his desk, eying you with contempt as he forced you to sit in the uncomfortable chair facing his desk.

“Nathaniel Mathers has been bullying me for three years, sir. I didn’t care for a while, but today he started insulting my dad and I… I just snapped, I guess.”

“Well, what did he say?”

“He said I was an accident because my dad has sex with more than three girls a day, which he doesn’t.”

“How do you know?”

“What do mean, ‘how do I know’? I </i>live</i> with him. We live with the Avengers, too. He hasn’t had a random date over in years.” You reply, confused. The principal only sat back in his chair, giving you a look of pure hate.

“You’re a prissy rich girl, your house obviously is too big for you to know if your dad has sex with street wenches every minute of every day, and you can’t prove me wrong. Listen here, wench junior. I’m telling you the cold, hard truth. A truth that you will never be able to accept. You know that your dad has sex with three girls a day, and unless you can get me a DNA test or a marriage certificate, you’re a bastard without a mother. I’m sure Nathaniel Mathers was right about what he said, and you deserved to hear it. Now, if I ever catch you beating on another student, I’ll get the police station to drain your wealth in charges. Get out.”

The principal almost literally threw your backpack at you, ushering you out of his office, just in time for the bell to ring. Even the principal was against you. On your way to your locker, you were utterly silent, ignoring the people that were laughing at you. You unlocked your locker, staring inside it into the collage of selfies and photos that decorated the interior.

Most of them were of you and your dad in different countries; some were of your selfies that were ‘accidentally’ photobombed by Deadpool, some of you and the other Avengers, and of you and Rhiannon. You waited for Rhiannon to meet you there, slightly happy that you did have those people in this world who saw you for who you were, and not as your money and your dad being someone other than a ‘man-whore’.

You jumped almost sky-high when Rhiannon tapped your shoulder.

“Hey,” Rhiannon greeted, a smile on her face.

“Hey. How was 4th and 5th?” You asked, putting away your binders and slinging your empty backpack over your shoulder.

“It was alright. Peter Parker from A.P math transferred into my Biology class today.”

“That’s interesting.” You closed up your locker, and made your way outside the school with Rhiannon. You took the long way out, past the bus dock, hoping to avoid Nathaniel and his daily after-school-beat up routes.

“So, do you think he’s cute?” You asked, pushing open one of the doors.

“Who, Peter?” Rhiannon replied, squinting as the light of the outdoors overwhelmed both your visions.

“Yeah.”

“Hmm, no. He’s really nice, but he’s a little too skinny for me. Besides, I think he fancies you.” Rhiannon replied, elbowing your ribs playfully. You thought about Peter for a moment, your cheeks tinging red.

You two walked up to the new Chevy Camaro your dad had bought a couple months ago. Smiling at your dad through the windshield, you approached the doors. Rhiannon got into the back, while you hopped into the front seat next to Tony.

“Hey, dad,” “Hey Tony!” You and Rhiannon greeted, as you clipped on your seatbelts.

“Hey, girls. How was school?” Tony asked, shifting into drive gear, waiting for a opening to drive out of the parking lot.

“It was alright,” you explained.

“Didn’t get to do much,” Rhiannon finished quickly.

“Why’s that?” Tony wondered. You gulped.

“I don’t really want to talk about it, dad.” Tony eyed you briefly.

“Alright, suit yourself.”

As Tony got out onto the main road, you sighed in relief.

“So, home first, or the mall?” Tony asked, flipping on a turn signal.

“Uh, home first. I think we need to show Rhi her room.” You requested.

“I’m getting my own room?” Rhiannon asked, filled with wonder.

“Yeah. You’re still in the adoption program, right?”

“Uh, yeah. I’m in foster care but I qualify for adoption until I’m 20. Why?”

“Nat and Clint are getting married soon. They’re thinking about adopting, and they really want you.” You sprung the news out on your best friend, and you thought she would be shocked. But, she lit up like an over-decorated christmas tree.

“Oh my god, really?!” She exclaimed, gripping the back of your seat.

“Yep,” Tony added in, stopping at a red light and eying her through the windshield mirror, grinning.

“It’s a little fast, but man! I just… I’m already so excited!” Rhiannon squealed, hopping up and down on her seat as best she could, although her seatbelt was mostly blocking her from moving.

(There was another specific reason that Clint and Natasha wanted to adopt Rhiannon, other than her already being as much of a family member as you were. Rhiannon had a type of telekinetic power. She was able to manipulate hers and other people’s bloodstreams, able to increase the heart rate of some, or drain all of the blood in a person’s body from something as small as a papercut, as well as scab over cuts, allowing them to heal faster. She could also harden blood on the exterior of someone’s body and make it into weapons. Ever since her first sleepover at the tower, the entire team was fascinated with her. She has always been kindly, using her powers for the simplest things, and has even saved Clint from a heart attack once. If she developed her powers more, she could easily become an Avenger. She was already part of the family, and everyone thought it was a good time to make it official.)

Pulling into the parking garage in the tower, Tony had barely put the shift in park when you and Rhiannon burst out of the car and ran towards the entrance. Once inside, you spammed the ‘up’ button on the elevator, impatiently waiting for it to head up to the bedroom floor.