You're a slytherin pure blood. Your mom died when she gave birth to you and your dads hated you for it since. He will pretend you don't exist and when he doesn't he's hurting you. No one knows because you've been hiding it but your friend group is starting to question. You flinch at the slightest bit, always injured, very quiet, always put your self last, etc.
Y/n was only 11 years old in 1928 when her parents died. She got send to an orphanage in Brooklyn. It wasn’t a nice place, and people at her new school bullied her. Everyone except two boys. Steve and Bucky. They became her friends, her family. They helped Y/n get out of the orphanage, Y/n started catching feelings for Bucky as they got older, Steve was like a brother to her. They went through everything. Even when the war came and when they got separated. Bucky “died”, Steve went in the ice, and Y/n got captured. 70 years later, Y/n and Steve reunite, and finds out that Bucky is alive.
She is new to the city, she’s also half brazilian and half american. arriving from the United States with suitcases that still smell like home. She grew up in comfort, in quiet neighborhoods and clean streets, and now she finds herself in the roughest parts of Mexico without really understanding it. To her, everything feels like an adventure. The colors, the music, the warm air — she notices the beauty long before she notices the danger.
Y/N, daughter of Varang, was never given the luxury of choice. From the moment she could stand, she was shaped into something her clan could use, her hesitation punished, her softness treated like something that had to be forced out of her. Pain was not unusual. It was expected. It was how she learned. Over time, she stopped resisting, not because she agreed, but because surviving meant obedience. By the time the Sully family found refuge with the Metkayina, Y/N had already become what her mother demanded: a weapon that moved when told, struck when ordered, and stayed silent no matter how much it hurt.