Wrong Number

I will now be taking requests/ideas for this story. 

Im already planning a few scenes like the court case, Harper talking to Eddie and Venom, and character development between Loki and Harper, btw.

Keep in mind:

there will be no love interest.

If y'all want a physical fighting scene, I can only do so much because blood/injuries trigger my fainting. I can still write it, it just won't be as descriptive.

Anything else should be good!

All heads turn to us. I see a lady with long black hair wearing a tux standing at the head of the table.

"You can't be in here, this is private matters." She says to Loki, then her gaze shifts to me. "... Nevermind. Sit."

I move away from Loki to sit next to Wanda. Loki moves to sit next to his brother. "I saw the news. What's going on?" I ask quietly

"Don't worry about that, alright? Let the press think what they want to, no one knows the reason why you're here except us," says Tony

"My friends do," I say, "who are you?" I point to the dark haired woman

"I'm Ms. Hale. You're mom's lawyer."

Mom could afford a laywyer? I think.

"Harper, this can all go away if you go home," she says.

I shake my head, "Why would I go back?"

"Why not?" Ms. Hale asks, raising a eyebrow.

"She-" I look away, my words getting caught in my throat. I try to talk but nothing comes out. I lean back in the chair, looking away from her.

"Harper clearly doesn't feel safe there, why should you drag her back?" Asks Clint.

"You took a girl from her home-"

"She was being abused," says Cap.

"What evidence is there? Mrs. Portman has a completely different story." Says the lawyer. 

"... Are you saying Harper's lying?" Wanda looks up.

"Maybe she is!" Ms. Hale slams her hands on the table.

I flinch, a hand instantly up to my face as if to fend off something. I tense for a moment, before lowering  my hand.

"Then explain that," says Nat, "Explain why she flinches at every sudden movement."

Ms. Hale purses her lips, "Mrs. Portman would like to speak to her daughter."

"That's not happening," says Bucky.

"That's not up to you, Mr Barnes." Says Ms. Hale.

"I'm not going," I speak up.

Loki watches, fiddling with a dagger.

"You can't be here, Harper. You're not 18, you need to be with your legal guardian." Says the lawyer.

"I'm safer here!" I say.

"No, you're not. Enemies of the avengers now see you as they're weak point."

Thor stands up, "We will protect Lady Harper She won't come to any harm under our watch."

"You can't guarantee that." Says Ms. Hale. "The court case is on Monday." She says before leaving.

Wanda gently takes my hand, and soft wisps of red light flutter across her fingertips. Comfort washes over me, and I relax.

"JARVIS!" Says Tony, "I told you not to show her!"

"My apologies, sir," says the ai.

"Um... I made supper. If any of you are hungery," I say.

"At last! This long meeting has made me starved!" Says Thor.

A smile tugs at my lips.

"Where's the other kid at?" Asks Tony, "We should probably find him, before he burns the tower down."

-timeskip- 

TW, eating disorder and depression and slight verbal abuse

We sit in the kitchen, eating. "Harper, this is really good," compliments Bruce.

"Thanks," I smile softly, ignoring the sickness in my stomach as I make myself eat.

"Yeah, I agree," says Peitro, who is on his 3rd bowl of soup.

"Loki helped," I say.

Tony chokes on his soup, and Thor jumps away from the table, "How do you know he did not poison it!?" Asks Thor.

Loki chuckles softly, "I didn't, but I should've."

I laugh, the sound easily coming from my lips.

Nat gives me a playful glare and a wink. 

"So, uh, y'all still think the soup is good?" I ask.

"... Why have you barely eaten anything?" Asks Sam, "Wait, Loki, did you-"

"No, I didn't." Loki sighs.

"Then why ain't she eating!?" Asks Sam.

Panic tries to push to the surface, "I'm eating." I play it off, taking a spoonful of soup. "See?"

I can feel Bucky's stare on me. I swear repeatedly in my head, doing my best to not look at him.

-timeskip-

**** = Cuss words

I sit on my bed, scolling through my mom's texts.

Mom: Why the hell were you on the news!?

Mom: And at the Avengers Tower!?

Mom: Just ** come home!

Mom: Don't be such a

Mom: Harper!

I stare numbly at the screen as I sit on my bed. I sigh, setting it down. I sit there for a while, my thoughts slow. It's like I'm empty. I get up, going into my bathroom with my phone. I shut the door, locking it. I run the bath, taking off my clothes. I put on a playlist, and I get in the tub. The music fills up the room, as I sit in the water. I scrub at my skin, conflicted.

I was mildly skinny, but yet I had ED. I was happy during the day, but the opposite at night. I had a ton of friends yet I felt so alone. 

I inhale, and exhale slowly, letting the scent of the soap calm me. I wash my hair, rinsing it before getting out. I dry myself off with a towel before pulling a baggy t-shirt over my head and putting on shorts. I brush through my hair, till it's straight. My eyes are a dark blue with purple lines under them. I sigh, going back into my room. I lay down on my bed, shutting off my music. I scrolling on my phone, looking at Tiktok and whatever. Tears fall from my eyes, but my face holds no emotion. I just scoll as my heart feels heavy in my chest. It's around 1am when I fall asleep.