#peggynat

“- And everyone else is going; literally all of my friends are going-”

“We don’t care. We said no. End of story.”

You fume, folding your arms “Can’t we at least talk about it? I’m sixteen and you guys barely let me do anything compared to my friends.”

Natasha rolls her eyes “You do plenty, you’re so dramatic.”

“Besides, me and your Mama have reason to be protective,” Peggy says firmly. “We know the dangers out there. You’re the kid of two Avengers, anything could happen.”

“At a High School party? What, you think a Hydra operative is going to storm it to specifically kidnap me?”

“You never know,” Natasha says, an amused glint in her eyes.

“It’s not funny! I’ll be able to go to college soon and live by myself so why can’t I just go to a party for the night? You literally know where I am and I promised I’d check in. I don’t even want to drink or anything!”

“Yeah right you don’t want to drink,” Peggy says. “Me and your Mama weren’t born yesterday.”

“You guys never trust me and I’ve literally never given you reason not to,” You whine.

It’s true - you’ve generally been an easy teenager to raise. You fell in with a good crowd, get good grades and usually follow the rules. Sure, you’ve had your moments, but what teenager doesn’t?

Your Moms’ Peggy Carter and Natasha Romanoff had adopted you when you were a baby so they were the only parents you’d ever known, and you loved them both. From the moment you’d become theirs they’d been pretty protective of you and that had only ramped up as the years had gone on. When the first photo of you had leaked to the press both of your parents had received letters threatening to hurt you. They never found out if they came from random civilians or old enemies of theirs genuinely intent on doing you harm. Either way, their protectiveness had notched up completely. They’d never told you, not wanting to worry you – which was what was causing them problems now.

“Ultimately it’s not about whether we trust you or not,” Peggy says. “You’re just not going to the party.”

“You haven’t even given me a decent reason why though! It’s being thrown by Charlie, you know them-”

“Oh, well, if Charlie’s throwing it,” Natasha says sarcastically.

“You know their parents,” You continue passionately, “And you know where they live. I really don’t see what the big deal is.”

“It doesn’t start until nine, which is far too late,” Natasha says.

“I told Charlie I’d help them set up, I’d get there about seven and then one of you could pick me up at midnight. Which is way earlier than everyone else will be leaving by the way but I’m willing to compromise here. Of course I could always walk home but I have a feeling you guys won’t be happy about that-”

“Why don’t you invite a friend here instead?” Peggy asks.

“Because they’re all going to the party, I told you.” You’re getting so irritated now that you can feel angry tears prickling at your eyes. “I’ll literally do anything. I’ll do the dishes all week, take Bruno for a walk every single morning, anything, just please let me go.”

Natasha shakes her head “I’m sorry kid but we’re not gonna budge on this one. Might be best to let it go.”

“For God’s sake! Your paranoia is gonna ruin my life!” You snap, storming upstairs and slamming your bedroom door behind you.

Natasha and Peggy exchange a glance. Natasha is more firm in their decision whilst Peggy begins to feel a little guilty “Were we too mean? Y/N’s right, we do know Charlie. And we do know our kid well enough to know they’re sensible.”

“If their whole grade is going then they’re more likely to get swept in whatever the other kids are doing. Which is bound to be no good.”

Peggy nods “I suppose you’re right. They were right about going to college soon though. Then they’ll be at all sorts of parties.”

Natasha rubs her forehead “I don’t want to think about them going to college right now. Let’s just take this one step at a time. Starting with tonight. No party. Like we said, end of story.”

 The two of them carry on with their evening, figuring that you’ll join them when you’ve calmed down. If everyone’s home on a Friday you all usually order a takeaway and then watch a movie, something you still seem to enjoy even though you’re a teenager now. To make up for your disappointment at not getting to go to the party Peggy and Natasha have already agreed that you can pick the takeout and the movie.

It’s starting to get late and you still haven’t come down. Peggy goes upstairs, knocking on your door “Kid? You must be getting hungry. Why not come down and join me and Mama, huh?”

There’s no reply so Peggy knocks again “I know you’re angry with us but you know we only said no because we care about you. Come on.”

Still no reply so Peggy opens the door, peeking around into your bedroom. It’s a mess – you might be well-behaved but they do regularly nag you about the state of your room. Peggy’s eyes sweep the room, landing on your open window. You wouldn’t have…

You’re not in your room. Peggy checks the entire top floor of the house and you’re nowhere to be found. She storms down the stairs, grabbing her jacket and her car keys “Nat,” she calls out “Y/N snuck out.”

Natasha appears in the hallway, one eye-brow raised “What do you mean?”

“I mean I think they’ve gone to the party even though we said no. I’m going to collect them.”

“I’ll come too,” Natasha says, grabbing her own jacket. They head out to Peggy’s car, Natasha climbing into the passenger’s seat “It’s not like them to sneak out like that.”

“I don’t know what they were thinking but we’ll get to the bottom of it,” Peggy says. “Let’s go to Charlie’s house.”

You’d known your Moms’ would say no to the party. They said no to a lot of things. So you’d told them a little fib. The party isn’t at Charlie’s house at all. Charlie’s one of your closest friends, a quiet kid who enjoys video games and quizzes. They would never throw a party in a million years. Another kid in your class was throwing it, someone you’d barely spoken to but it was an open invitation to everyone. You hadn’t lied when you said all your friends were going. It was practically a rite of passage to go to a house party at this age. Not wanting to be left out you’d made the decision to sneak out if your parents said no. If they said yes, perfect, you’d get dropped at Charlie’s, go to the real party and then get back to theirs before midnight so you could be collected.

Of course they’d said no though. So you’d gone with your back-up plan.

You stand awkwardly in the living room, not really sure what to do now that you’re here. You’ve been given a horrible tasting drink in a red cup, and you’re surrounded by people shuffling in what you assume is an attempt to dance. Dancing isn’t really your thing and you haven’t spotted any of your friends yet. In one room lots of people appear to be playing drinking games and in another everyone’s playing pool. There are people littered across the lawn but again, you don’t know any of them.

At a loss of what to do you pull out your phone. Still no reply from Charlie. You take another sip of your disgusting drink, grimacing a little. Cassie, a girl that you knew a little from your Science class, laughs at you “What are you drinking?”

“I don’t know, I just got handed a cup.”

Cassie grins “Come on. We’ll find something you like.”

Grateful to have something to do you follow Cassie through into the kitchen, who begins pouring you all sorts of concoctions of drinks. Cassie even convinces you to try some shots, which after a few drinks, go down with far more ease. You’ve never drank before and you find that they loosen you up, making you feel more confident. You particularly like vodka, something you can now barely taste as long as it’s combined with a mixer.

Soon you find yourself in the middle of the ‘dance floor’, surrounded by people as you sing along at the top of your lungs, jumping around. This is the most fun you’ve ever had. It doesn’t even matter that none of your friends are here, you’re in such a good mood that you’ll dance and chat with anyone. When you’re asked if you want to play spin the bottle you agree readily, following after Cassie into the room you’d spotted earlier where everyone had been playing drinking games.

You giggle as the bottle goes round and round, people leaning forward to kiss each other. Finally the bottle lands on you so you lean forward, giving it a spin. It goes round and round before eventually landing on a boy that you don’t recognise. He looks a few years older than you and he grins when the bottle lands on him. Cassie puts her hand on your shoulder “You don’t have to if you don’t want to.”

You shrug her off, not caring if he’s a bit older and not caring that you’ve never kissed anyone before. He leans forward so you do too. Just as your lips are about to touch you hear a sharp voice over the thump of the music “Y/N!”

It takes your brain a moment to catch up but you’re yanked to your feet by someone wrapping their hand around your arm. You try to pull away but they hang on, pulling you through the house and out to a car waiting outside. It’s Natasha. Of course it’s Natasha. Your other Mom is waiting in the driver’s seat and you climb into the back, your head spinning. You can tell by their expressions that they’re furious but the drink makes you care less as you lie back, closing your eyes.

Neither of them speaks to you on the drive home. You finally thought to check your phone and found five messages off Charlie. One of them confirmed they’d changed their mind and weren’t going to the party, whilst the latest warned you your Moms’ had arrived at their house and were looking for you. The moment you walk through the door Natasha takes your phone off you – looks like you won’t be replying to Charlie anytime soon.

“Can I go to bed?” You hiccup.

“You really think we’re going to let you off the hook so easily?” Peggy asks, her hands on her hips. “Couch. Now.”

You stumble through to the living room, sitting down heavily on the couch. Natasha rubs a hand over her forehead “How many drinks did you have?”

“I uh… I’m not… Entirely sure.”

“What were you drinking?” Peggy asks.

“Oh uh… I’m not really sure on that either. Vodka mostly I guess.”

Natasha rolls her eyes “And you wonder why we didn’t want you going in the first place. You don’t even know what you’ve drank or how much. I bet you didn’t keep an eye on your cup, anyone could’ve spiked you.”

“Hey, if I don’t know how to take care of myself it’s because you’ve never given me the opportunity!” You slur. “I just wanted to have fun. It was fun. And now you’re ruining it.”

“You’ve just proved to us how irresponsible you are and that we made the right choice by saying you couldn’t go,” Peggy says. “How dare you go behind our backs! And what made it even worse is that you lied to us Y/N. You said you were going to Charlie’s.”

“Why did you lie?” Natasha asks, folding her arms. “Who’s house were you even at? Do you even know?”

“His name’s Liam, I don’t really know him that well. And I lied because I knew you wouldn’t let me. You never let me do anything fun. Everyone was there.”

“Charlie wasn’t there,” Peggy points out.

“None of your friends were there, you were surrounded by kids I’d never seen,” Natasha says. “And you were going to kiss that creep who had to be, what, in his twenties? What was he even doing there?”

“I don’t know, I didn’t know him.”

“You were going to kiss him!”

“Yeah I uh, it was the game. It’s called ‘spin the bottle’, you’ve got to kiss whoever-”

“We know how the game works Y/N, you shouldn’t have been playing it,” Peggy says, pressing a hand to her forehead. “You are grounded. For a month.”

“And no phone or video games for two weeks,” Natasha says. “You’ve really let us down.”

The way they’re looking at you makes you feel bad. You don’t want to feel bad, you felt so good at the party. “I wish you’d never adopted me!” You shout, bursting into tears. “I hate being your kid, I hate it.”

“Excuse me?” Natasha raises her voice. “How dare- After everything we’ve done for you-”

“All you do is stop me having fun ‘cos you’re so worried something bad will happen! It’s boring, you’re boring, I hate you both!”

“Don’t you dare talk to us like that,” Peggy says sternly. “You’re proving our point further. You’re immature and irresponsible.”

“Go to your room,” Natasha says. “Neither of us wants to see you for the rest of the night. You’ve let us down Y/N. This is not how we raised you and we’re disappointed in you.”

“I never wanna see either of you again for the rest of my whole life!” You roar, tears streaming down your face, the alcohol fuelling your anger and hurt. “I wish you’d never adopted me!”

“Go to your room now,” Natasha hisses.

You jump to your feet and stomp up the stairs, slamming your bedroom door behind you. Peggy puts her hand to her mouth and Natasha sighs, wrapping her arms around her partner’s waist. Upstairs you fling yourself onto your bed, sobbing hard. Going to the party was one thing but you didn’t want to fight with your Moms’ like that. You don’t hate them but their strict attitudes are starting to bother you.