Chapter 4

Yns POV:
WHAT DID I JUST DO? HOW DO I FIX THIS? He tightens his grip around my neck and i start to panic, clawing at his hands. Why did i have to insist on coming back? It was so stupid. Maybe i have brain damage from all of this. Yeah thats what it is, brain damage. All he had to do was ignore me but instead he revelled in how he killed my mother when i was 7, threatening to do the same to me. I try hard to stop him. “N-no… i-i-” he tightens his grip more so i cant speak. I can feel myself startung to pass out when peter pulls him off of me. PETER? I  stare at him worried, but unable to speak as he pummels his fist into his face, dealing out the pain he caused us. I slowly start to think straight again and run over to peter, desperately pulling him off. “ARE YOU STUPID?” He tries to push past me “HE DESERVES IT!” well duh. “Hes gonna call the police! And if they ask how we got our bruises he’ll tell them that we’re lying for attention, who do you think they will believe?” He looks at me trying to conceal his fear. I drudge over to him and kick his foot to make sure hes still breathing. When he moves, i run my hands down my face and go into peters room. “Hey what are you doing? Get out of there!” I ignore him and start packing a bag full of his things and shove it into his arms. “Leave. Go back to your friend sonny and stay there.” He looks confused for a moment, “tony’s? Why? What are you gonna do?” “Go. Ill call you in a few hours with instructions.” He gives me a hesitant look and i playfully bat his shoulder. “What you worried about your big sister? Dont worry. I have things handled.” He stalks past me through the filthy living room and out of the rotten door. I let out a scared sigh and sit down at the kitchen table, staring at the mess that is my father. “Get up and do what we both know you’re going to do.” He slowly pulls himself up and looks at me with disdain. “You deserve this. Letting him do that to me.” “Dont act like the victim here, at least not yet, its a waste of your theatrical lying” He spits at me and picks up the phone, dialling the numbers. 30 minutes later, the police are shoving my face into the grimy floor as paramedics tend to my gruesome father. I did not have this handled.

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Nats POV:
I cant believe shes done this again! I walk to tony, looking at the floor shamefully. “Again? I thought you said she was settling in, romanoff?” “She was, she’s just coping in her own way.” He gives me a disbelieving look. “Getting drunk and starting fights is not a coping mechanism for anyone.” The floors are suddenly very interesting as i realise he might be right. “Why dont we let her sit there for the night. That way she can sober up and hopefully learn her lesson.” His eyes light up “That is the best idea youve ever had” “okay i knew you didnt like her, but you dont have to be so obvious about it.” “I never said i didnt like her. She is just annoyingly quiet.” I roll my eyes when peter comes running in with tears streaming down his face. Tony stands up immediately and im not sure what to do. “She was gonna die! He was gonna kill her! I had to- i swear i had to!” Tony speaks more gently than i ever thought possible. “Woah kid, slow down, start from the beginning.” Peter is practically shaking with fear, or rage or upset, i cant quite tell. It could be all 3. “She- i- he-” He takes a deep breath to calm down. “He was strangling her and i lost it. I beat him so bad! Id be surprised if his face bones werent broken” shock pales my face, and i speak for the first time. “Peter…wheres yn now?” He looks almost straight through me when he answers. “She’s still there. She said she would call in a few hours to give instructions.” Tony hugs him tightly to calm him a little. “Right you stay here and wait for that call, ill take Rogers and head over to their apartment. People know captain america, we’re more likely to get answers that way” they give a swift nod and i scurry away. We head to the apartment in a worried quiet. Paramedics are taking away an unhealthy, disgusting looking man who (based off of his injuries) i have to assume is their dad. We head over to a policeman and steve starts asking questions. “Excuse me sir, could you tell us what happened?” The police officer looks young and unbareably naive. “Y-yes sir!” He looks around and points to the door of the apartment building. “That girl there caused that man serious injury, we cant believe it ourselves, i mean how deranged must you be to cause your own father that much harm.” My head snaps to him, “wait did you say she did that?” “Yes, she admitted to it, claims it was self defence, but you know what these people are like.” Steve steps forward menacingly “No actually i dont, “these people” have lives too, maybe the girl is telling the truth?” The police officer snickers – actually snickers. “Good one sir, she couldnt have fought him off and done that much damage if he was hurting her.” “So you have just decided shes guilty?” I decide i’ve heard enough when Yn is walked out in handcuffs with 2 officers at her side. When she sees us she practically flinches. I walk over to the officers. “We’re here to take her into our custody, shes part of a special case of ours.” They look at each other for a moment. “The paperwork needs to go through for that and it will take at least a night, come get her in the morning.” I feel my heart drop. These cops arent known for their kind and gentle nature, theyre known to be corrupt vigilantes who think they can hurt whoever they arrest. “Come on, we save your guys lives daily, is there nothing you can do?” I disgust myself when i start practically batting my eyelashes at them. “Sorry love, nothing at all.” Chills run down my spine. ‘Love’ who does he think he is. Rogers thanks them and steers me away before things escalate. “What are you doing?” “You looked like you were going to deck that guy who called you love. And theres nothing we can do yet anyway.” He drives us home and i sit there as my anger simmers. 2 people today who have been arrested when we were meant to be helping them.

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Yns POV:
I kick the back of a cops chair when he says something about me deserving to be hit. How did things get so out of control? Now i have to find a way to pay for his medical bills too. When we get to the station, they not so gently pull me out of the car and into the station. They book me in and decide that i need to be searched, luckily it was only a gross frisk over my clothes. By the time i get to a jail cell im tired and in pain, probably concussed from this morning. I sit down and nearly throw up when my cell mate waves at me. Shes pretty. Long blonde hair and green eyes. She looks like shes been through some things though and she has a pungent aroma of alcohol. “Let me guess, drunken and disorderly?” She gasps dramatically, making me involuntarily smile. “Excuse me, you have just met me and think so low of me?” She speaks with a beautiful thick russian accent. “Was i wrong though?” She looks away and i chuckle. “Well what about you?” My jaw clenches “uh i hurt someone, pretty bad.” Her smile fades a little. “Im sorry i thought you might be in for the same thing.” I laugh at that, hard, she looks at me funny. “I waltz in here with blood on my clothes and a beaten face and you think i was in for something small?” She blushes a little embarrassed. “Well im tired and hungover, i wasnt thinking too hard about it!”