You never had a good family. You were abused. Thrown out onto the street. You were only 17. 17 with heavy battle scars. You always had to search through trash to try and find your next meal. Then they saw you.
You get teleported into the MCU after peaceful drinking your coffee. All your favourite fictional characters are now in front of your face. You have to come to terms that you now have pink powers and live with your favourite fictional people ever.
Y/n finally gets the positive pregnancy test that they have been wanting. The IVF finally worked, now with the help of her lover's best friend, Clint, they try to find a way to tell Natasha.
The Avengers never believed in you. They always thought you were the runt of the litter. They thought Fury was insane to let such an "innocent" person join such a horror group. Yet you prove them wrong.
You were different. Wanda thought that was her fault. She felt guilty just looking at you. She thought she was the whole reason for your horrible life.