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romanoffchild · 1 year

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Mama will always protect you.

Summary: You are the daughter of Natasha Romanoff and Dreykov wanted you. After saving you and Yelena, she struggles with you having a flashback.

Type: angst with a little fluff

Age: 11 then 12

Triggers: Red Room, torture, mentions of blood, panic attacks, flashbacks, meltdown, screaming.

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You sat against the wall of the cell you had been kept in for the last 6 months. Your head was pounding and you could feel the blood pooling in your lap from the newest broken nose. You were taken by the red room as “payback” from your mother getting the two of you out of there.

A loud bang and a vicious laugh could be heard as you slowly sat up wiping the blood from your nose to see Dreykov. He was holding a laptop which he sat on the bed opposite you and flipped the screen up revealing your mother, uncle clint, aunt laura and aunt wanda staring at you with wide eyes.

“Mama…” You croaked out with a crooked smile. “Hi…”

“Oh detka…” Your mom said, voice hoarse with tears before the two of you snapped your heads towards Dreykov who chuckled.

“My best widow. Ruined by love.” He said looking at Nat who was rough. Her hair was in a messy bun, her eyes were hollow, she looked pale.

“Mama… take care-“ You were interrupted by a coughing fit, you pulled your hand back revealing a small pool of blood in your palm. “Take care of yourself. Please…” You looked up at her with wide eyes. “Aunt laura… don’t let her-“

“I know baby. I won’t.” Laura interrupted you in a sad voice. You felt a slap on your cheek, hearing your mother growl slightly before you looked up at the man who you despised.

“Love is-“

“For children.” You spat, a russian accent showing in your voice. “я не идиот.” You glared at the man with a look your mom didn’t recognize.

(i’m not an idiot)

“Don’t fail the next mission Widow.” He spat back slamming the laptop shut and turning out of the cell slamming the gate closed.

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It was another 6 months before your family was finally able to track you, you had been trained as a widow again, Yelena being by your side, neither of you knowing who the other was. When your family officially took down the red room, they were able to save both you and the blonde.

You were both still under the serum so had to be cuffed. You didn’t even recognize your own mother. On the quinjet, Yelena pulled a serum out from her pocket and sprayed the two of you making everyone panic momentarily before you looked around confused.

“как я сюда попал?” You questioned before finally landing your eyes on Yelena and a smile grew on your face. “Yelena!” You cheered throwing yourself into her arms, making the older woman run your back hugging you.

(How did i get here?)

You heard someone shift around and immediately sat up straight, your head hanging down making Yelena take your hand gently. “It’s okay y/n/n. It’s just my sestra. She’s here to save us…”

You looked up slightly through your eyelashes glancing at the blonde before your eyes shifted over to a redhead sitting in front of you. Your eyes widened and a grin plastered itself on your face. “MAMA!”

You threw your body into hers, her arms instantly wrapping around you, one hand instantly cradling the back of your head, the other hand rubbing circles on your back. “Ох моя любовь.” She muttered into your ear. “Мама извини, что так долго.”

(“oh my love” “mama is sorry it took so long”)

“No it’s okay mama… you saved me… and Lena!” You pulled back with a smile on your face as tears run down it. She covered your face in kisses with a smile.

“I did baby…” She smiled and looked over at Yelena who had a confused look on her face. “Yelena… I know you kept her safe for a year but I want you to officially meet my daughter…”

“Wait… Lena is my aunt…? This is aunt yelena?” You asked looking back at your mom. “That explains why i was so attached to you…” You muttered looking at Yelena.

“Wow…” Yelena muttered looking between the two of you. “How have I not noticed the similarities?”

“Mama… is- is he gone…?” You turned looking at her, no emotions in your face.

Natasha studied your face, noticing all the new scars and the lack of emotions. “Detka… how are you feeling?”

Your face fell completely flat as you pulled away from her sitting up straight. Yelena quickly pulled your hands into hers.

“It’s not him. It’s your mama.” Natasha noticed your breathing had quickened and your eyes haze over. “Come on. I can’t help her!”

“I can. She’s having a panic attack.” Natasha jumped in, Laura jumping up as well. You were pulled into the redheads arms and a blanket was being placed over your head. A soft humming was heard and before Yelena knew it, you had settled down and were clinging to her shirt. “You’re okay malyshka. Mamas got you. I am never letting you go again.”

“Don’t! don’t say that! you can’t promise that!” You wailed burying into her neck more. “Mama you can��t keep that promise but i want you to stay! I don’t wanna go back! Please don’t make me go back!”

You yelled now hitting her chest with your fists. You flailed out of her arms screaming falling to the floor as you continued to scream. They couldn’t blame you. You were only 12. “I don’t like him! I hate him! I want my mama! I want mama!!! Take me back to my mama!!! MAMA!!!”

Natasha sat frozen in her seat as she stared at you, unsure what to do. Her green eyes were wide as you threw yourself around. Laura and Wanda both instantly jumped into action. Laura pulled your flailing body into hers and Wanda put soft memories into your head. You calmed down and your arms wrapped around her neck as your screams turned into sobs. You inhaled the familiar scent of your aunt and your sobs turned into hiccups. “Auntie Laura… want mama… i want mama…”

“Mama is right there peanut… mama is here safe just like you…” You sniffled clinging to her shirt, your head slowly turning to face the direction of your mama. You locked eyes with her and hiccuped. “See? Right there peanut. Mama is right there.”

“Mama…” You mumbled the growing need to throw yourself into her arms physically hurting you but unsure if she wants you too. A year of torture from Dreykov telling you that she doesn’t care clearly beating the 11 years of her showing unconditional love.

Natasha let out a sob and Laura instantly passed your shaking frame to her and the redhead wrapped her arms around you again. “My love… oh my sweet baby… Mama is here. I will protect you. Mama will always protect you.”

#fic rec

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romanoffchild · 1 year

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Burning chill

Pairings: Natasha X Sick!Reader, Natasha X Child!Reader, hints of WandaNat

Warnings: Mentions of the Red Room, nothing too specific, but reader is definitely traumatized

Summary: Taking care of a sick kid was already hard enough, but when a fever brings to surface your traumas, Natasha is going to need some help to get you to lay down

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To say that Natasha was a little worried about you would be an understatement. She was really worried about you.

You were the youngest widow on training when Nat and Yelena took the red room down one year ago. Now you were already 7 years old and a lot less traumatized than when they took you to the avengers compound. It took a lot for you to unlearn all the bad things that Dreykov implemented on your head, including the way he made Natasha seem like a traitor. Now you loved her like she was your mother and she loved you back.

At first, the avengers didn’t want a kid living in the compound. They thought it was too dangerous, however you were highly intelligent and skilled, so you started your avengers training. You still weren’t allowed to go on the field with the adults but you did almost everything like they did.

On your last training, Steve took the whole team to a frozen lake to test everyone combat skills in a snowy area. Everything would have turned out alright if Bruce didn’t Hulked out and broke the ice on the lake, prompting you to fall down on the freezing water.

Now, you were here, with the worst cold ever and a high fever that wouldn’t break. Natasha was on bed with you, by your side the whole time and the way you were shivering besides her broke her heart.

A series of deep, chesty coughs made you wake up, glassy look on your eyes as you sat up, staring at the void.

“Y/N? how are you feeling malyshka?” Nat asked, closing her book to give you a proper look.

Your lack of answering made Nat press her hand to your forehead, confirming her worries, your fever had probably risen.

“You’re burning up, I need to take your temperature” she said, while getting up to get your thermometer.

As she re entered the room, you had gotten up and were currently walking in circles on the bed.

“I’m glad you got some energy left, but please sit down for a moment.” The redhead said, suppressing a chuckle

You did as you were told and Nat placed the thermometer under your tongue. Because of your previous “exercise” you were shivering more obviously now.

“Try and stay still, baby.”

The device beeped and gave her the verdict.

“39.7, that’s too high for you detka, i’m gonna have to give you a shower.”

“T-too cold!” you said, trying to get inside Nat’s hoodie

“Get outta there! you’re too warm!” She said while giggling about your silliness.

Pushing your head out of her clothes, you locked eyes with her and immediately started crying and flinching away from her.

“Y/N? What’s wrong? are you hurt?” she asked, panicking.

“GET AWAY FROM ME! YOU’RE MY OPPONENT!” You yelled, trying to free yourself from her grasp.

Oh, your memories from the red room must had returned in your feverish state, and the black widow hated to see you in pain. And it really hurt her to remember about the way you saw her before.

“Baby, you’re delirious, you’ll feel better if you go and lie down.” Nat tried to coax you out of that state, still holding you firmly so you wouldn’t get hurt.

Still, you managed to get away from her hold and opened the door, ready to run through the compound.

And you would be successful, if Wanda weren’t passing by.

“Y/N! Are you okay?” The witch took a firm hold of you, picking you up.

“LET ME GO!” you yelled, your voice getting hoarse both from all the yelling and from your cold.

“Wanda! she’s delirious and wont calm down” Natasha said desperately.

Wanda understood and with a swift of her hands, she managed to put you to sleep, adjusting your body so you were being carried in a bridal position by her.

“Thank you so much, she could have gotten hurt without you”

“Don’t mention it, she’s really warm, I think we should put her back in bed.”

When they tucked you in, Wanda glanced at Natasha, she looked exhausted and shaken by your outburst.

“Hey, what about I put you to sleep too? you look like you need some rest.” Wanda said tenderly.

“Thanks Wands, but I really should stay awake in case she needs me”

“Let’s do it like this, you try and get some sleep, and I’ll stay right here looking over the both of you.”

“Are you sure?”

“Absolutely”

Tucking Natasha in, the witch gave a kiss on her temple, lulling her to a much needed rest, and walked over so she could lay down on the other side of the bed, having you in the middle of both women.

“Sleep well, angels, i’m gonna take care of you.”

#comfort fic #sickfic

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romanoffchild · 1 year

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small worlds

𝐧𝐚𝐭𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐚 𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐟𝐟 𝐱 𝐝𝐚𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐞𝐫!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

summary: natasha comes back home after destroying the red room

word count: 806

it wasn’t uncommon of your mom to disappear for a couple weeks or months.

you’ve gotten used to it, but that doesn’t mean it doesn’t hurt everytime.

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romanoffchild · 1 year

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Can I request wandanat or supercorp with reader who doesn't wanna go back to sleep after a nightmare? Teen or regular is fine

BLURB REQUESTS ARE OPEN

enjoy :)

“Y/N! Come on honey, wake up!” You woke up with a scream, sweating dripping down your back as you hyperventilated. It took you a minute to fully understand and know your surrounding, until you saw your moms standing over you.

Natasha had a concerned look on her face while Wanda comfortingly rubbed your shoulder. “Sweetheart, you never told mom and I that the nightmares are this bad.” Wanda remarked gently while you calmed yourself with deep breathes.

You paused before mumbling, “Yeah… they’ve been pretty extreme for a while now. I guess it just slipped my mind to mention it.” Natasha and Wanda shared a look before signing and moving away from your bed.

Once the light was flipped off you immediately turned on your bedside on. Natasha and Wanda turned out, their heads tilted in confusion. “Kiddo, why’d you turn your light back on? You gotta go back to sleep.”

The redheads wandered back into your room, Natasha sitting at the end of your bed while Wanda stood over you. “I don’t want to go back to sleep.” You whispered, fiddling with the threads of your blankets. Your moms sighed.

“I know babe, sleeping with nightmares is difficult. Mom and I already talked with the psychologist about it and the new meds should kick in soon, alright? For now we could get you some melatonin-”

You cut her off, “That never helps.”

Natasha hesitates before offering, “You know kiddo, mama and I wouldn’t mind some company in bed. Why don’t you cuddle up with us like you used to when you were little, hm? Some cuddling might be a nice distraction from the nightmares.”

Almost objecting, words almost came out of your mouth to object- however, all it took was a small smile from your moms to follow along behind them to bed and allow them to hold you close until you fell into a deep, peaceful sleep.

#comfort fic rec

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romanoffchild · 2 years

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Hospital Visit

Natasha Romanoff x Daughter!reader

Word Count: 507

Requested By: Anonymous

Could you please do a fic where Nat’s daughter (reader) gets hurt, so they have to go the hospital, but R is really scared even though they’re like 15 cuz they hate doctors and needles and stuff but Nat’s really calm about it and they gte through the whole thing with fluff??

A/N: Thank you for the request and I hope you enjoy!

Warnings: Mentions of injury, hospitals, and medication

“No I’m not going,” you said, crossing your arms over your chest. The P.E teacher, school nurse, and paramedics had been trying to coax you into the ambulance for about ten minutes now.

“Miss Romanoff we have to transport you just to make sure there’s nothing internal that we can’t see,” the paramedic said nicely.

You shook your head again, not budging from your spot on the ground, “It’s a broken leg.”

“You fell from the top of the rock wall Y/n,” your teacher said, “We just have to make sure it’s nothing more than a broken leg.”

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#comfort fic

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romanoffchild · 2 years

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I’ll Keep You Safe (Request)

Warnings: mentions of guns, reader having a nightmare about getting taken back to the red room then being shot and killed. Anymore let me know.

Age: 12

Word Count: 881

Requests: Closed

Summary: your mom comforts you after you had a nightmare

Requested by: wattpad user

Date: 25/09/2022

A/N: thank you so much for your request I hope you like it :)

Masterlist

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You had woken from a dream one of the best dreams ever. One that you never wanted to end.

You expected that your 7 am alarm was about to go off any minute but when you rolled over and checked your alarm it was only 3:30 am. It was your favourite thing ever when that happened.

You rolled back around and fell asleep again but this dream wasn't as great as the last one.

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You were in your old apartment back in Russia snuggled up on the sofa with your mom when she suddenly sat up like she heard something.

"Stay here." She stood up and went to the spot where kept a gun hidden and left,

You waited and waited for her to get back but she never did. You walked to the door and as you put your hand on the door you heard four gunshots.

You removed your hand from the doorknob and walked backwards away from the door. You heard a window shatter and you instantly tensed up.

"Mama where are you?" You called out tears streaming down your face.

You continued sneaking around the apartment trying to find your mom but you came across someone else instead.

It was a young woman. You noticed that she had the Black Widow symbol on her belt and was wearing widow bites on her wrists so you knew that she was here to take you and your mom back to the red room.

The both of you kept eye contact neither one was willing to break it. You slowly walked backwards and you felt yourself bump into someone. You turned your head and there was another widow.

She grabbed you and you started screaming for your mom as loud as you could but she never came to save you. The widow then dragged you out of the apartment. and you were suddenly in a dark room.

In the room, the same widow was holding your mom at gunpoint and the second widow was holding you at gunpoint.

Tears were streaming down your face. You wanted nothing more than anything to run into your mama's arms but you didn't dare move you didn't want to give the widows a reason to shoot you or your mom.

A man walked into the room and pointed at you then suddenly there was a loud bang and everything went dark.

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You woke up screaming and within a second Natasha ran into your room she found you curled up in a ball at the corner of your bed crying uncontrollably.

Natasha sat down beside you and pulled you onto her lap. She began gently rocking you and trying what she could to calm you down.

After you were calm enough to tell her your dream she hugged you tightly.

"No one will ever hurt you I promise baby. They'll have to get through me first and no one is able to do that."

You sat up and wrapped your arms around her neck and hugged her as tightly as you could. Afraid if you would let her go she would disappear. "I love you, mama."

A stray tear fell down Natasha's cheek and she quickly wiped it away. "I love you more baby."

Natasha gently pulled you away and brushed the hair out of your eyes. "Do you want to sleep in mama's bed baby?"

Your eyes widened and a massive smile grew on your face "yes please mama." You would never give up an opportunity to sleep in your mama's bed it was so big and cosy.

You looked around the bed like you lost something "Mama where's widow bear?"

Widow bear was a Black Widow plush that Steve gave you on your 7th birthday that helped you sleep when your mom has to leave for long missions. She even sprays it with her perfume so it smells like her.

Natasha looked around too and saw the stuffed toy lying on the floor.

"I think someone wanted to sleep on the floor," Natasha said picking it up and handing it to you.

You gave the toy a big cuddle. "I'm sorry I made you fall widow bear"

Natasha couldn't help but smile at your adorableness.

She stood up and did grabby hands towards you "Come here my little cutie I will carry you to mama's bed."

You stood up on the bed and Natasha lifted you up. You wrapped your arms around her neck and also kept a tight grip on widow bear so she doesn't fall again

"soon you'll be too big for me to carry." She kisses you on the cheek.

Natasha gently laid you down on her bed and then lay down next to you. You snuggled into her so closely that you were practically lying on top of her but she didn't mind. She never did.

Natasha wrapped her arms around you tightly and started quietly singing your favourite Russian lullaby and gently stroked your hair till you fell asleep.

Once Natasha knew that you were asleep she placed a kiss on the top of your head.

"You're the best thing that has ever happened to me and I promise you that I'm going to protect you with my life." She whispered then she fell asleep too.

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romanoffchild · 2 years

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Safety Blanket

This is a mama-up AU btw. If you wanna read it just check my masterlist.

A/n: Here is a new fic to feed your tummies. I'm sorry I haven't been writing fics. I'm trying. If you guys have any requests, my request is open though I might not write fast I'm still gonna try and make it for you guys. I'm sorry for those who are not liking that I'm not making any. I promise I will try and squeeze it into my schedule. Anyway, here it is. Hope you guys will like it.

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"Oh, that?" Tony questioned and everyone nodded as a response. "She doesn't share it with anybody." he shrugged.

"But that's too big for her." Steve mused. "She might suffocate." he raised his eyebrows to prove that he has a point but everyone just glared at him.

You were in your makeshift fort, sleeping peacefully with your thin blanket. But that blanket was for two persons and Steve was right, it was too big for you.

When you were still a nine-month old baby, you had a cold and Tony couldn't see your baby blanket, so he gave up and tucked you in with a thin blanket that was good for two people. He had no idea you wouldn't let go of that thing, and now you can't sleep without it.

Now their argument is about how neither one of them could take the blanket or even share it with you. You were cuddling the blanket and draped it all over you. Your mouth was ajar and you were lying on your stomach.

"Whoever can take the blankie or whoever y/n shares it with gets 10 bucks" Tony challenged, waving over a ten that he mysteriously got somewhere in his body.

"A ten?" Sam deadpanned. "You're a billionaire and you could only bet 10 bucks?"

Tony shrugged, " 10 or nothing."

Sam sighed and went for the challenge first. He couldn't possibly bother you especially when you looked adorable sleeping. You were clearly in dreamland so he carefully lifted the blanket that was draped over you but you immediately tugged it back.

Everyone silently snickered at Sam. Sam rolled his eyes and went back to join them.

"Told you she wouldn't share" Tony knowingly said.

Everyone took turns and gave different strategies just to get the ten bucks but all of their efforts came back with you tugging the blanket back.

Steve tried to carefully lift you up and in the process, he draped the blanket to him and gently put you down. He smiled in victory when you didn't do anything but it faltered when you rolled away from him and tugged the blanket back.

Everyone was surprised you didn't wake up after all the shenanigans they did to you. All of them accepted their defeat and sighed exasperatedly.

Tony happily bounced up and down where he was standing, waving the ten bucks to their faces.

"How about you?" Steve questioned Tony.

"Oh, me? She doesn't share it with anybody not even with me" Tony shrugged and put the ten back in his pocket.

While they were chit-chatting about how you got the blanket Natasha walked past them.

"Hey, Nat!" Sam called out. "I bet you ten bucks y/n would not share her blanket with you" Sam taunted. "And get it too" he added.

Natasha raised her eyebrows, assessing if Sam had a prank going on. Now that she couldn't see anything she shrugged and went her way to you.

"Do you even have 10?" Tony mused.

"Psh, no," Sam said. "Y/n won't share it anyway" he shrugged confidently.

Meanwhile, Natasha carefully made her way to you and lay beside you. She draped her arms around your torso and hummed you her lullaby while tapping rhythmically.

In your sleepy state, you noticed the presence of the redhead and cuddled close to her. She was cold and so you draped your blankie over to her.

"You gonna get cold" you murmured while tucking the blanket securely into her.

Natasha smiled at your concern and slightly lifted her head to see the mouths of every Avenger open except for Tony who smirked knowingly.

"Better give me that 10 bucks" She mouthed.

"How did she do that?" Sam whispered shouted.

"Dude, you know she calls Nat "Mama" right?" Steve smirked. "You better give her the money" he chuckled.

"I know she calls her "mama" but she calls Tony Dada" he deadpan. "Why only Nat could share the blanket?" he looked at each one of them in question.

"I'm not even surprised" Tony said.

#fic rec

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romanoffchild · 2 years

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Is this where we request fanfics?! Idk im new to tumblr :/

By all means you can ignore this or not write it! I was wondering if you could do Wandanat and daughter reader!! One where reader got ditched by her friends and calls them to pick her up. Maybe some comfort. Thanks sm :))

Yep! You are correct, this is where to request, and thank you for doing so!

Rather you guys anyway -Wandanat x Daughter!reader

Reader's Age: 13

Requests: Open

Summery: Your friends ditch you to go and watch a movie while you’re at the mall, luckily your Mama’s have no problem picking you up.

- Wandanat x daughter!reader -

You didn't know why you didn't call straight away, it was stupid really. You were stubborn, perhaps you got it from your Mama, no, you definitely got it from your Mama.

Perhaps you were embarrassed, the daughter of the infamous Black Widow and the infamous Scarlett Witch left alone, or in other words ditched, by her friends to go see some movie that only had five tickets left while you were in a six person group.

You had to ask for permission, that’s what you told them. But as it turns out all of their parents were less ‘strict’ than yours so they could just go ahead anyway.

It wasn’t like you cared anyway.

Well you did.

But only a little.

It wasn’t like this was your main friend group or anything, because it wasn’t. You had your friends back at the compound, Kate, Peter, America, Kamala and al them, they were great.

But your moms had tried to push you to make more friends outside of the Avengers, although you didn’t see the point, but you listened. You always did.

Although you were starting to think that you might have chosen the wrong group of girls.

You had been wandering around the mall for a good hour now, you had gotten ice cream, but they had just turned the machine on so it was a bit melted when they gave it to you. You ended up just throwing half it away.

You walked around with your hands in your pockets, not entirely sure what to do with yourself, there was two hours left until it was time for your moms to pick you up, and you had too much pride to call any earlier, you knew they had the weekend off and that they would have no problem coming to collect you, you also knew that they would ask questions that you didn’t really want to answer, and you didn’t want to tell them the reason why you weren’t chosen to go to the movie, you didn’t wanna make them feel bad.

But that train of thought quickly halted when the dreaded ‘5% remaining’ notification popped up on your phone. You had two more hours to kill dammit, only four more dollars and 5% of your phone. Screw that. Curling up in front of the TV was really appealing to you now, and so was your charger. Your beloved charger.

In the blink of an eye the small battery icon changed from a ‘5%’ to a ‘4%’

You opened the phone app just as quickly and pressed on ‘mama’, seeing a picture of Natasha curled up on the couch with Liho appear on the call screen, Natasha was the one who had her phone on her the most out of the two of your moms.

The phone must have only rang out twice before you heard Natasha’s comforting voice at the end.

“Hey, Bubs, You doing aright?”

You smiled softly at the nickname, although you were happy that the other girls weren’t here to hear it.

“Heya, Mama. Are you and Mom still in the city?” You tried to even your voice out a bit, trying not to sound distressed. But it didn’t seem to work, Natasha was a spy after all. Of course she noticed.

“Yeah... Just at the dry cleaners, Momma just needed to use the bathroom. Why? Everything alright, malysh?”

You nodded stupidly, although you quickly realised that your mom couldn’t exactly tell you were nodding through a damn phone.

“Yeah, I just kinda need you guys to pick me up, if that’s ok?”

Natasha, when it came to these kinds of situations with you, had the ‘ask questions later’ approach.

“You’re still at the mall, aren’t you?”

“Mhm.”

“Good girl, we’re only ten minutes away, fifteen if traffic’s bad, but don’t worry. Stay put and we’ll be there in no time, kay?”

“Kay, I love you, mama. See you in a few.”

You shut off your phone, hoping to save the last now three per cent and headed to your usual pick up/drop off spot.

When your car finally started to come into view you sighed in relief, thanking the gods (All except Loki, of course)

Your momma pulled down her window, as she was on the side that was closest to you.

“You ok, Munchkin?” Wanda asked you, wanting to make sure that you actually wanted to leave and that it wouldn’t be a chance you regretted later on.

“Mhm, can we please go now? I wanna go home and watch Modern Family.”

Wanda and Natasha exchanged a look.

“Of course we can Bubs, but are you sure? Were you not having fun with your friends?” Natasha asked you as she turned around slightly as you fastened your seatbelt.

“They went to see a movie.”

It was Wanda who turned around then. “What? Without you? Why didn’t you ask us if you could’ve gone too? Your Mama and I would have let you, Baby. You know we just want you to be happy, right?”

This is why you didn’t want to call up early. You knew she would over react. But you knew that deep down you liked it, it reminded you just how much she loved you despite you only being of Natasha’s blood instead of her own.

You were an experiment carried out by the Red Room, using Natasha and another super soldier’s DNA to create you. The Avengers found out about you from your grandmother, Melina, three months after you were born. And when Natasha and Clint killed Dreykov in Budapest they also took down the Red Room facility there, which was the place you were being kept.

Wanda and Natasha were of course together then, being 27 and 25, and Wanda took on the roll of your mother just as much as Natasha did.

If you hadn’t been told you would’ve sworn that you were both of theirs biologically.

“I know, Mom, I really do. But there wasn’t enough tickets available for that movie. And I didn’t want to hang around here for another couple of hours with a dead phone.” You sighed. “Can we please go home?”

“Were they mean to you Y/N? The girls?”

You shook your head. No, they were all friends longer than they were friends with you, they were nice enough when they were around you, but never really made an attempt to talk to you other than that, not even text.

“Nuh uh, no, They weren’t. They’re just not my kind of people, I guess, we don’t click.” You shrugged. “Now can we please go home?”

Natasha chuckled, “We can, Baby. But I think we should make one quick stop.”

An hour later you found yourself snuggled up on the couch in between your moms, your head on Natasha’s shoulder as she ran her fingers through your hair while your other Mom ran a comforting hand down your spine.

Your Mama decided to stop for popcorn and Pepsi at the nearest store on the way home, and when you got home, your Mommy bought the movie that the other girls had gone to see on the apple TV.

You weren’t gonna lie to yourself, this was way better than watching it with a bunch of girls you weren’t comfortable with in a musty old movie theater, you were with your moms. The two people you loved most in the world and who loved you most in the world.

You didn’t even noticed when you dozed off when the movie wasn’t even half over, but your moms didn’t seem to mind, they just smiled and continued to stroke your hair and your back.

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Sure You Aren't | Natasha Romanoff x Daughter!reader

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Words: 2.3k

Summary: Fun at Auntie Lena's house :)

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Raindrops pelted the car like mini bullets on your journey to your Aunt Yelena's house. Being an eleven-year-old, this gave you the opportunity to entertain yourself during the couple of hours it took to reach the house.

You watched your passenger side window intently as the many raindrops competed in races. The races may not have been real, but the disappointment felt when your chosen raindrop didn't win was. It was real to you.

Excitement ran through you when the rain somehow got even heavier, the races had become a lot more interesting. You had to restrain yourself from hopping in your seat when your designated raindrops won three times in a row.

One thing that kept distracting you, however, was your mother in the driver's seat huffing away at how bad the weather was and how it needed to end soon.

You frowned slightly, the rain was your favourite weather so you didn't want it to stop any time soon. Though your mother who was driving was incredibly concerned about your safety and was mindful of the fact that the road was a lot more slippery than it was at the start of the journey.

Your mother's frustration had been enough to distract you from the adrenaline-filled raindrop races, and so instead your train of thought went to how bored you were in the car. It had been an hour since leaving your house, and quite frankly you would rather be at home again.

"Mom?", you questioned as you turned to face her, drumming your fingers against the armrest between the two of you.

She briefly looked over at you in acknowledgement before immediately snapping her eyes back onto the road, still mindful that these were not good conditions to be driving in. "Yes, малыш?".

"How much longer", your voice came out in a much more whiney tone than intended, you had honestly tried to keep your tone level knowing that your mom would tell you to talk properly. But you were so bored.

Your mom let out a dry chuckle whilst shaking her head gently, "What's with the whining?", she teased and looked at you with a pout.

"I'm bored", you dragged out with an even more prominent whine as you threw your head back onto your headrest. "I'm trying not to kill us here, hun", was the response that you got as she gestured at the windscreen wipers that were giving zero visibility.

You grumbled a bit knowing that there was nothing you could say to respond to that. "Aww, is my poor baby bored?", your mom once again mocked with a pout.

"Mom!", you tugged on the edges of your hoodie sleeves and your cheeks turned a shade of scarlet from your Mom making fun of you. "Okay, okay", she surrendered knowing not to push it, you had entered that delicate age group where everything causes some form of embarrassment, "We still have another hour left".

"Are you kidding me?", you groaned and once again pressed the back of your head into the headrest. An hour was too long to be doing imaginary races in your head. You needed out.

Your Mom's tone of voice with her reply of "Watch it, you", made you snap your head to face her, thinking that you had somehow gotten yourself into actual trouble. Not that you found that a difficult task these days. But when you saw her eyes flash with amusement as she briefly looked at you, and the smirk that rested on her lips, you knew that she wasn't serious.

Thank Thor.

"But hey, we get to hang out with Auntie Lena all day", she tried to reason with you and stifled a laugh at seeing you weighing it all out in your head. "Yeah, okay", you shrugged, trying your best now to show childish excitement, but inside a bunch of party poppers were going off.

You didn't see the way that your Mom's eyes practically rolled all the way to the back of her head. What a lovely phase you were going through. How she missed the days where you would loudly show her new dances in the middle of the Dairy aisle in the shops, but now she would just breathe and you would tell her to stop embarrassing you.

Some parents would get upset at their child entering this stage of their youth. She just saw it as an opportunity to see just how easy it was to push your buttons. Turns out it was incredibly easy.

You were relatively quiet for the rest of the drive, silently listening to the radio. Now would not be a good time to annoy your mother as she drove through torrential rain on fast roads.

You and your mother got on like a house on fire, you were both incredibly close. She was your best friend more than anything, but she could still scare the crap out of you if she needed to.

Most people experience that terrifying 'Mom Stare' when you royally screw up. However, you had to experience the 'Natasha Romanoff Mom Stare', and man, that was a whole different ball game. You had seen it multiple times throughout your life, but you were still certain that when she pulled that card, you would die.

Though your mother wouldn't really kill you, right?

As this train of thought passed through your head you eyed her side profile suspiciously. "Y/n, what are you doing?".

You quickly looked back to the front, your ears turning a shade of pink at being caught. "Just thinking". Natasha just shrugged it off, she didn't have time to be thinking about anything else other than not killing you in a car crash.

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"Aaaaand we are here", your mother smiled at you as she yanked the handbrake up.

You were ecstatic, your Aunt Yelena was your favourite person, after your Mom of course. So, she had to follow you out of the car as you sprinted over to the front door and started banging frantically on the door. Your mother was about to scold you for being annoying, but the door suddenly flung open and she watched as a rush of blonde engulfed you in a big hug and swung you around in circles a few times as you both laughed. Natasha couldn't help but smile softly at the sight in front of her.

"Is that my favourite niece?!", Yelena half-shouted as she put you back down onto the floor and ruffled your hair up.

"Aunt Lena, I'm your only niece", you giggled as you tried to flatten your hair down, unsuccessfully.

Seeing your hair still looking like you had been dragged through a hedge, Natasha moved forward and licked her hand before running it down your hair to make sure the frizz wasn't frizz anymore. "Ew Mom! Gross", you began freaking out and raking your fingers through your hair.

"You came out of me and you're worried about a bit of spit?".

Your face scrunched up at your mother's words, "That's the worst Mom phrase ever".

"Yes Natasha that was a low point even for you", Yelena deadpanned whilst Natasha looked between the two of you ganging up on her. She threw her hands up in the air in exasperation and moved forward to give her sister a hug.

"I knew you loved me", Yelena joked as she patted her back in return before gesturing for the two Romanoffs to make their way indoors.

"Where's Fanny?", You asked as you moved forward into your Aunt's living room, it was rare for the golden retriever to not greet you yet.

"Oh, Miss Fanny is locked in the kitchen. When I open the front door now, she's had a habit of running away recently and I am sick of chasing her like a maniac down the street", she turned her head to see you giggling slightly imagining your ex-assassin Aunt sprinting down the street after her dog. "It's not funny Y/n Romanoff!", she exclaimed whilst pinching your rib.

"Sounds pretty funny to me, right Mom?", You turned to face who was looking at you disapprovingly but also had the same amused glint in her eyes as you did. "Don't laugh at your Aunt".

"Thank you!", Yelena exclaimed whilst throwing her hands up in the air as she moved towards the kitchen to let Fanny out. Though her smile was short-lived when Natasha continued, "No matter how stupid she may look".

You burst out laughing at the way your Aunt's face snapped around to turn to the both of you. If looks could kill then the Romanoff bloodline would have ended there and then.

Immediately you pursed your lips to avoid the likely scenario of her grabbing a vase from the table next to her and launching it at your face. Being struck down in your prime wasn't on your bucket list, and your Mom probably wouldn't appreciate it either.

"You know what, I'm just going to let Miss Fanny deal with you", was the last thing your Aunt mumbled before opening the kitchen door, and out bounded Fanny. Loud barks painfully rang through the house as the dog sprinted towards you like you were her next meal. You loved Fanny though, so when you saw her barreling towards you, you dropped to your knees to allow yourself to be engulfed by the fluffy dog.

Your laughs echoed through the room as you started excitedly patting Fanny whilst she began sniffing you frantically, inhaling your scent that she hadn't smelt for a while. Yelena was also laughing at seeing your small stature being completely covered, and Natasha looked on with pure adoration at hearing your giggles. Her favourite sound in the world.

"Okay Fanny that's enough", Yelena pulled Fanny away from you to allow you to catch your breath. Your Mom laughed at your dramatics when you flopped to the floor in a starfish position with your chest heaving.

"Come on drama queen, get your ass up", she lifted you up from under your armpits, and you had expected for her to put you down onto your feet to be able to stand, but instead she walked through to the living room with you in her hands, Yelena trailing behind curiously.

"Mom, what are you- umph". She had launched you onto the couch. The lion, the witch, and the audacity of this b-, "That was rude", you deadpanned whilst plotting revenge in your head. She just pulled a face and began to walk back over to her sister, so you decided that you had to act fast.

You reached behind you and felt for a cushion before pelting it at the back of your Mother's head. "Y/n..." your Aunt warned as your Mom halted in her tracks and slowly spun around on her heels, daring you to make another move. You gulped when she bent down to pick up the cushion and held it in her hands, looking like she was examining it.

Frowning, you stared at her, why was she looking so intently at a cushion? Before you had much longer to think about it, she threw it back at you with full Black Widow force. The noise of it hitting you and Yelena rushing forward sent Natasha into hysterics.

"Get your grubby hands off of my cushions, I spent ages puffing these up before your visit!", Yelena panicked and began patting the cushion down after launching you onto the floor to give her room.

"You- you puffed up the cushions?", your Mom asked with what could only be described as pure confusion. Auntie Lena was not the type of person to puff up cushions to impress people. "Well I wanted to give the impression that I am more put together than I actually am", she defended with a huff.

Her response earned more laughter from you, "And you thought that cushions were the way to do that?".

"When did my favourite niece gain such an attitude, huh? Where's the tiny, sweet Y/n gone?", Yelena mocked whilst your Mom shrugged, also wondering the same. "She's in hiding", you grinned.

"Well, we'll just have to find her won't we?", your Aunt scooped you up from your place on the floor and tossed you onto her shoulder. "Put me down!", you screeched as she took off on a run through the hallway and out of the front door. In between your fits of laughter as she ran around her front yard and down the street, you kept telling her to put you down at once, but your efforts were futile, and all your Mother did to help was record the whole ordeal.

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Your day with Yelena was tiring as always, so when your Mom saw how your head kept falling forward before you jumped awake again whilst sitting in the passenger seat of her car, she wasn't surprised. It happened after every Yelena day visit.

"Малыш, let yourself fall asleep, it's okay".

"No Mama, I'm not tired", you said through a yawn making her roll her eyes in amusement. If the yawn wasn't telling enough, then the fact that you had called her 'Mama' certainly proved her right as you only went back to that when you were almost asleep.

"Sure you aren't", Nat laughed when you once again jumped awake and covered it up with a cough.

"I'm not a child I can stay asleep until we get home", you defiantly tried to figure back, but your eyes closing of their own accord really didn't help your case, and only caused your Mom to silently chuckle when shaking her head.

"I believe you", she reassured just to make you feel better even though it was clear as day that she thought that you were lying through your teeth. Plus, she found it funny how you didn't constitute eleven as a child but that was an issue for another day. So, instead of pushing back to your comments, she started humming a lullaby that used to work like a charm.

You looked as though you were going to protest her methods, but by the time that you tried to turn to her it had indeed worked and your head slumped onto your shoulder as you succumbed to the darkness.

Natasha briefly looked over at your sleeping figure with fondness. Even though you thought otherwise, you were still her little baby.

"Please stop growing up so fast", she whispered as she turned her attention back to the empty road in front of her.

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romanoffchild · 2 years

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Misunderstandings | part 2

Summary: Words have a bigger impact than you’d think.

Pairing: WandaNat x daughter!reader

Warnings: angst, Natasha still doesn’t really understand, my knowledge of adhd is limited

Word count: 1278

a/n: thank you for all the love you gave to the first part, here is a second one! Heavily inspired by this, thank you for the ideas! <3

Tags: @thought-of-you-and-me @rafecameronswhore

”Y/N!” The minute Natasha yells her name from the downstairs, Y/N is already running down the stairs. “Could you empty and clean the kitchen table?”

“Yea.” Y/N’s answer comes out as a mumble as she walks past her mom to the kitchen.

Natasha watches her put the dirty dishes into the sink and grab a wet rag to clean the table. She does the cleaning quickly, but still not half assing the job, scrubbing some spots harder than the others so the dirt comes of. After putting the rag away, she takes a few pieces of paper to dry it and then throws them into the trash.

“Thank you, honey.”

Y/N doesn’t answer, she just goes back upstairs to finish her homework. Natasha frowns but pays no mind to it, surely Y/N is just tired. She has done a lot of work these few days, all the chores Natasha asks her to do are done in an instant, and she has done her homework every day in her own room.

It makes Natasha quite happy, her words have stayed in her mind. Even though she wasn’t happy with the way she expressed her feelings, she’s glad Y/N has seemed to remember the most important ones.

The real world won’t allow you to slack off.

In reality, Y/N has tried her best to avoid her mother. She did everything she asked right away so she wouldn’t have any time to forget it, no talking back, never acting out as Natasha would call it.

It’s affecting her mental health, a lot. She’s more tired than ever. Spending most of her time in her room, taking multiple naps a day to get her energy back. Sometimes she just cries. It all overwhelms her to the point she can’t do anything else than sob quietly. But she doesn’t want to upset her mother again. She wants to be a normal kid.

At dinner Y/N just pushes her food around quietly. She doesn’t have any appetite. “How was school today?” Natasha asks in between of eating.

“Fine.” She mumbles, her eyes cast down.

“You did your homework?”

“Yes.”

“Great.” Natasha smiles.

Wanda observes the interaction with a frown on her face. The short answers and dismissive tone worries her, usually Y/N is a rather lively kid, who likes to talk. “Is everything alright, Y/N?” Natasha gives Wanda a questioning glance.

“Yes, mama.” She gives her a small smile and brings a small amount of food to her mouth.

“You’ve been doing so good lately, doing everything when I ask you to.” Natasha praises her.

“Mhm.”

“You think you could wash the dishes after you’re done eating?”

“Sure.”

Natasha smiles and nods. “Thank you for dinner, love, it was amazing.” She kisses Wanda’s cheek and puts her dinnerware in the sink before going to the living room.

“I’m not hungry anymore, can I put the rest to the fridge?” Y/N looks up at Wanda, finally making eye contact.

“Of course, honey.”

Y/N gets up from the table and scrapes the rest of her dinner into a Tupperware, putting it in the fridge and the plate to the sink. “Are you done eating?” When Wanda nods, Y/N takes her plate and mug, setting them into the sink as well.

She takes a sponge, puts soap on it and changes the water temperature to warm. Her eyes are brimming to the top with tears, but she doesn’t let them fall, not when Wanda is still in the kitchen. Her throat hurts from holding in the sobs, but she doesn’t want her mothers see her cry. Not over some dishes.

“Do you want me to help with them?” Wanda asks, setting her hand on Y/N’s shoulder.

Y/N just shakes her head, not trusting to her voice at the moment. The way Wanda keeps rubbing her shoulder makes her lip tremble. All she wants is to be embraced by her. She needs the comfort.

“You can tell me if anything is wrong, you know that right?” Again, Y/N just nods while rubbing the dishes clean. “Oh, sweetheart.” Wanda takes the sponge and plate out of her hands.

Y/N looks up to see Wanda looking straight at her face. As she pulls her into her arms, the dams break and she starts sobbing.

At the sound of crying, Natasha gets up quickly and comes to the kitchen. “What’s going on?”

Y/N presses her face into the crook of Wanda’s neck, wanting to hide away. The fabric of Wanda’s shirt is tightly in Y/N’s fists, her knuckles turning lighter from the pressure.

“Shh shh, everything’s okay. You’re okay.” One of Wanda’s hands rubs her back while the other is holding her head. “Mama is here.”

“What’s wrong?” Natasha whispers, mostly to Wanda as Y/N is in no condition to speak. She sets her hand on Y/N’s arm, but lifts it off when Y/N moves away from it. Her head snaps to Wanda, face full of worry and confusion.

“Y/N, do you think we could talk? All three of us.” Wanda asks quietly, still holding her close.

Y/N shakes her head. She doesn’t want to talk, not again. The last conversation was awful. It made her feel less than.

“We really need to talk. Something is wrong and we want to fix it.”

“You want to fix me.” Y/N sobs. “Because you think I’m broken.”

“No, no, absolutely not.” Wanda presses Y/N against her even tighter. “We do not think you’re broken.”

“Mom does.” She whispers, hiccuping from all the crying.

Natasha’s eyes widen. She and Wanda look at each other, tears starting to gather in her eyes. “I don’t think you’re broken, I don’t. Why- Why do you think that?”

“Because you want me to be normal.”

Natasha thinks back to the argument and talk they had two weeks back. She thought they had solved it. She figured Y/N took the lesson to heart and forgot about the things said out of anger.

“Honey, no.” Natasha says immediately. “I said those things because I was angry, not because I think they’re true. I never should’ve yelled those things, it was very bad of me to do. You don’t have to change. I love you for being you.”

“But you got angry at me for being me.” Y/N cries out, finally turning to look at Natasha. “You yelled at me for taking breaks, but I need them, I really do. I haven’t been able to do anything these last weeks because I’ve been so tired.” Her voice cracks. “I’m so tired.”

“Okay.” Wanda mumbles. She brings Y/N to her arms length, holding onto her shoulders. “We are going to get you into therapy, okay? I’m not letting this get on any longer.”

“What if they just confirm something is wrong with me?” Y/N whispers.

“There’s nothing wrong with you if your brain is wired a bit different.” Wanda reassures. “The only thing that needs fixing here, is me and mom. We will do better and listen. When you tell us you need a break, we will give you a break. Got it?” Y/N nods. “That also means you need to come to us right away when you’re feeling bad.”

“Okay, mama.” Wanda smiles, wiping away Y/N’s tears. “I’m sorry, mom.” Y/N hugs Natasha.

“You don’t have to apologize for anything. I’m sorry, I’m very sorry.” Natasha embraces Y/N tightly, kissing the top of her head. “You’re an amazing daughter, and I love you.”

“I love you too.”

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romanoffchild · 2 years

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Being Natasha Romanoff's Daughter Would Include...

MAMA BEAR ALL THE WAY!! She is literally so protective of you

Obviously she is aware of all the threats in the world and she's an Avenger so she would always be looking after you and checking up on you 24/7

It may come off a little overbearing, but it's just because she loves you more than anything and doesn't want anything bad to happen to you

She wouldn't want you to follow in her footsteps and become a superhero, but she would definitely teach you self defense

And she wouldn't go easy on you because "a threat wouldn't go easy on you and you need to be prepared" (ofc shes not gonna hurt tho lmao)

She would 100% cuddle you whenever you need and she's big on hugging you

She wants you to know that you are loved and you always will be

She's always running into your room if she hears you have a nightmare and she'll rub your back until you fall asleep if you want her to

You can talk to her about anything. She's told you this since forever. If you need her, she's there

AUNTIE LENA!!

Yelena would love you! She would definitely get you to mess with Natasha with her

Natasha would roll her eyes, but she loved that you and Yelena were so close. It made her happy seeing two of the most important people in her life being so happy together

You would watch Fanny for Yelena when she was away

You had to beg Natasha to let Fanny stay with you guys, but she gave in because she saw how much you wanted to watch Fanny

The only Avengers you would know well I think would be Peter (because of school) and maybe Wanda

You've met all of the Avengers at least once, but you don't see them often. I think Natasha would prefer to keep you away from all that

You did like Thor though. He was super nice and funny. Granted, he was drunk when you met him, but you still thought he was cool

And of course you know Fury. Natasha trusts Fury a lot so you know him well

As I said earlier, Natasha loves you more than anything. She's so supportive

So if you are (anything other than straight lol) she'll support you so much! She'll listen to whatever you have to say and be there to hug you when you're finished

But as we know she's very protective, so be prepared for whoever you bring home to get intimidated by your mom and Auntie Lena

tags: @thollandgf

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The Life You Deserve | Natasha Romanoff x Child!Reader

Masterlist | N.R Masterlist

Words: 4.4k

Summary: When Natasha is selected to mentor you in the Red Room, she will do everything in her power to get you both out.

Triggers: Red Room, injuries, death of a side character.

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Natasha vividly remembered when she first saw you. She was fourteen and you were only five. She remembered seeing you in your little tutu as you elegantly moved around the room, your hair pinned up in a pristine bun.

You were clearly the youngest in the room. Innocence radiated off of you, and the fact that you were extremely tiny compared to the others.

She hated looking at you.

There was nothing wrong with you yourself, you looked like a cute child, but she hated that even now as you were dancing, she was watching the innocence being ripped from you as Madame B began screaming at the group to correct their forms. You looked scared, and she knew that one day that scared look would be replaced by a cold mask planted on your face.

Natasha was the best in the Red Room, she excelled and outsmarted all of the other widows, even those much older than her. Which is why she had been selected to be a mentor to an even younger widow. You had been selected.

You were one of the youngest, so if Natasha made some errors with her first mentoring job there would still be time to rectify the situation. The situation being you.

You didn't know that you had been selected to be a mentee to improve your already flourishing skillset, so you were oblivious to the horrified fourteen-year-old watching you through the glass. You just focused on your steps and form.

Ballet made you feel free, even with Madame B screeching orders at the group. You just loved dancing, so it was easy to ignore the cons that came along with it.

But you froze when you noticed Dreykov walking towards you, followed by a girl with bright red hair. You were praying that they were going to be talking to one of the other girls in the room, but your prayers were not answered.

He gently placed his hands under your arms to lift you up and place you on his hip. You flinched at his touch which broke Natasha's heart. But she kept her cold mask up, looking at you blankly now that your gazes were relatively level with each other.

Her face displayed no emotions, but even at your young age, you could see that her eyes were staring at you with pity. You didn't remember someone ever looking at you like that, so you just stared at her as though she was the most interesting thing on the planet. She held your stare, your soft gaze intriguing her.

Due to being distracted, you hadn't heard the conversation that had just taken place between Dreykov and Madame B, explaining that you were being taken away from classes for the rest of the day.

So, you were startled as he began walking out with you, Natasha a few paces behind. You thrashed your legs slightly due to the confusion, which only caused the man holding you to painfully increase his grip.

You whimpered slightly as your bottom lip wobbled, and Natasha looked over at you again. In a perfect world, she would have snatched you from his arms and run away.

But this wasn't a perfect world.

Sensing eyes on you, you turned to meet her gaze, which instantly relaxed you, so you creepily stared at her the entire way to Dreykov's office.

Natasha was confused but saw you relax when she looked at you, so she didn't look away. She liked how you were looking at her in a friendly and trusting way, no one else did. Most people those days either saw her as a threat or as someone to push around.

Once in the man's office, Dreykov set you down beside his desk and told you to stand by Natasha on the other side of it. You promptly did so and looked up at her with interest. At this point though, her full focus was on Dreykov, she did not want to get on his bad side and so knew that she couldn't openly show you any affection.

You saddened at the lack of attention and got startled again when the man sitting at his desk slammed his fist down to get you to look at him.

Your head whipped around to face him and your breathing quietly picked up pace, Dreykov couldn't hear it, but Natasha could. Once again she just wanted to reach out and get you both out of there, but those ideas stopped when the talking began.

Dreykov began explaining that Natasha was to be your mentor until she graduated. You didn't miss how her demeanour faltered at the mention of graduation, but you weren't aware of why.

You two were to train together, dance together, eat meals together, and Natasha's bed was to be moved next to yours. He wanted you two to spend practically 24/7 together so that you would naturally start mimicking everything that Natasha did.

You, naturally, were slightly confused at what Dreykov was saying. But Natasha understood every word. She didn't know you, but you were going to be turned into her carbon copy, and she didn't know how to feel about it. What she did know is that she suddenly felt quite protective of you, and she would try and make sure that no harm came to you whilst you were in her care.

In her head, it made the situation slightly better. If she was being forced to do work for the Red Room then she could at least do it with as much compassion as she could.

When Dreykov was done talking, you were dismissed and told to wait outside as he continued to speak to Natasha. You didn't really want to leave alone, but you didn't have any choice, so Natasha gave you a small smile of encouragement as she watched you leave.

It felt like you were outside for days on end as you stood outside of the office leaning against the wall, your limited attention span due to your young age was making this a very boring wait.

After a while, Natasha also exited the office and spotted you a few paces down the hall. She tapped your shoulder and gestured for you to follow. You happily did, blissfully unaware of the consequences of that meeting. You only knew that you were happy to follow this girl that you had suddenly formed an attachment to.

She was walking quite quickly, so you had to start jogging to keep up, but that was hard with your little legs. You whined slightly as you slowed, making Natasha turn on her heels to face you and silently cursed herself when she realised that you were further back than she thought.

She sent you a small apologetic smile before she held out her hand for you to take. You grinned, which melted her heart, and ran forward to reach for her hand.

The two of you walked to the cafeteria as it was now time for dinner. It was already packed by the time you arrived. There was a specific time that all of the widows have to leave the cafeteria for the night, which Natasha was conscious of. So, she hastily guided you over to the edge of the room and handed you your tray of bland food before picking hers up.

She watched as you cutely tried to hold it without tipping the contents of your meal over, tongue sticking out in concentration.

"Come on Y/n", she softly said, and slowly walked over to somewhere with two empty spaces. You toddled along behind her as she placed her tray down, then took yours and placed it on the table for you saving you from the horror of emptying your food onto the floor. It was one tray per person, even if your food ended up inedible.

You climbed up onto the seat and began to eat your meal. It consisted of a plain lump of chicken, a spoonful of mashed potato, and some mushrooms.

You inhaled your chicken and potatoes, Natasha had to hold back a laugh as she watched you stuff your face with the flavourless sustenance. She eventually told you to slow down, she didn't want you to choke.

She frowned when she saw you place your cutlery down before making a start on your mushrooms though. Everyone here knew that you had to finish all of your food before the time to leave came around. Which was in about five minutes.

"Eat your mushrooms", she handed you your fork and continued eating her own meal. She abruptly stopped though when she heard you breathing heavily again as you stared down at your plate with your bottom lip sticking out.

She didn't really know what to do. With your age, she thought that you were about to have a tantrum about not wanting more food. She wouldn't be able to deal with that. "Y/n", she warned sternly which made you look up at her, "Eat".

You gulped as you turned to face the plate again. The last time you ate mushrooms you ended up in the medical wing. "Allergic", you whispered and placed your fork down again, terrified of Natasha's reaction.

Her eyes widened as she looked at you, she obviously couldn't force you to eat something that you were allergic to. Her eyes widened even further when she saw that people were getting up to leave. Time was running out.

Checking that no one was watching, she hurriedly switched your plates, leaving you with half a lump of potato, and her with your mushrooms. "Eat", she emphasised again as she quickly ate the rest of your meal. You did as you were told and she gathered both of your trays, telling you to follow her again.

That night yours and Natasha's beds were placed next to each other, with a small gap to walk between them. Your bed was to the right of Natasha's, and you lay still whilst one of your wrists was handcuffed to the bed. At first, you used to complain about it but eventually learnt that it was of no use.

Natasha watched sadly as your tiny hand was being attached to the bed by a small set of handcuffs. She sent you a small smile once the adults had left the room for the night. Usually, Natasha slept facing the left side of the bed, but she lay on her other side from that night, wanting to keep an eye on you.

She only allowed herself to fall asleep once she had seen your eyes flutter shut.

---

Natasha had been mentoring you for four years now. She was eighteen and you were nine, and she had loved watching you grow and was so proud of your progress. You were an incredibly smart child, and you were still excelling in training. You were becoming a mini-her when it came to skill, but they hadn't managed to rid you of your bouncy personality yet, which Natasha was grateful for every day, you made her life in the Red Room better.

So far, she had succeeded in her promise to let no harm come to you whilst you were under her watch. She would take a bullet for you without looking back, her worst fear was you being harmed without being able to do anything to stop it, so she could only stare in horror as she watched you walking into the fighting ring.

Your age group had reached a milestone in your training, now it was time to eliminate the weak links. You would each fight another person until your opponent died, halving the group, leaving only the strong ones left.

Due to you being in the mentor programme, Natasha had thought that you wouldn't be a part of these eliminations, but she was wrong.

She had never been so scared in her life as she watched you take a fighting stance against someone who was two years older. The age gap wasn't big, but when you're young it means a lot in terms of size.

Natasha was filled with hope as she watched you holding your own in the ring, blocking hit after hit, and even breaking your opponent's nose.

All hope was lost though when you had been pushed backwards in a way that made you stumble. The other girl had lifted you up and threw you to the ground before standing on your chest, rapidly increasing the pressure.

Natasha panicked as she saw you in pain and struggling on the floor, she desperately wanted to help you, but she couldn't. She flinched when she heard the snapping of your ribs, and felt like sobbing when she heard your pained screams. She was certain that you were going to die now.

Your head moved to look at the people watching, and your eyes met Natasha's. She looked distraught, and this sparked something in you, you couldn't leave her.

You grabbed the leg that was on top of you again and tried to twist her off of you, it took a few tries but you managed to send her stumbling away. So, you quickly stood and let out a cry of pain, you couldn't hear it but Natasha's breath hitched at seeing you in pain again.

The other girl looked like she was going to charge at you again, so you did it before she could. You leapt at her and manoeuvered yourself to be on her back. You had to hold back a scream as your ribs slammed against her, but you ignored the pain and placed your hands on the side of her head as she tried to shake you off. You desperately looked over to Natasha and saw her nod at you quickly.

You twisted your hands, and she dropped to the floor.

You had completed your first kill.

Your breath was wheezy as you looked at Natasha again, your lungs clearly affected by the multiple broken ribs.

When Natasha met your gaze her heart dropped, the once bright ones that used to stare at her had dulled slightly. The Red Room was breaking you, and she didn't know how to stop it.

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That night Natasha laid awake as she faced your empty bed, struggling to sleep with you being so far away. You had won the fight but still had to spend the next few days in the infirmary. She stared blankly at your bed as she slowly drifted off to sleep. She wanted out.

She wanted out with you. And she knew that it would need to be done soon.

Natasha didn't realise how soon that was. The next day she was called into Dreykov's office for a meeting and was given the worst news possible.

Her graduation was going to take place the next day, and you had been sold to a high bidder who was part of the KGB. They needed a child for one of their missions. You fitted their criteria.

She nodded and thanked them before walking out. Her mouth went dry and her hands were shaking. She didn't want to be put through the graduation process, and she didn't want you going through the KGB. She was going to get you both out.

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You were sleeping when Natasha stuck into the infirmary, she stilled when she saw your small figure laying in bed in a hospital gown. It was something that she had never wanted to see. But she quickly shook her head and moved forward, she then shook you awake and whispered your name. You immediately woke up and panicked until Natasha reassured you that it was just her.

She hugged you quickly and you nuzzled your face into her shoulder, absorbing the comfort that she gave you.

"We need to go", she disconnected your heart rate monitor and ripped out your IV. You were confused but just let her do her thing, you trusted her.

You whimpered though when she picked you up and held you against her front, your ribs were in excruciating amounts of pain. "I'm sorry. I know it hurts. You just have to trust me, okay? I'll get you out of here".

You nodded and pressed your face into her neck. She would have melted on the spot if it were any other situation, but she couldn't allow herself to do that.

She ran out of the room and had to ignore the tears that had silently started streaming down your face.

Natasha was acting cat-like as she manoeuvred around the building until an alarm went off. A nurse must have noticed your absence and triggered an alarm. Her cat-like jogging had turned into a messy sprint as she worked to get out before the place when into lockdown. She didn't dare think about what would happen to the two of you if you got caught.

She shoved her way past some guards, the impact causing pain to explode in your chest. You were openly sobbing now, the pain was too much. Natasha pressed a small kiss to the top of your head as she slowed to turn a corner, your sobs were breaking her, but she knew that you would both have worst fates if she didn't get you both out.

The screeching of Madame B could be heard by the both of you as she yelled for the two of you to come back and that you were both in for a world of pain. Natasha's grip on you increased protectively.

When you reached the front entrance you thought that you were both goners, but Natasha kicked the door down with so much force that the thick metal hinges had flown off.

You flinched at the loud bang but didn't have much more time to think as before you knew it she was taking off at a full sprint. You weren't sure how she was running so fast with you in her arms, or how she hadn't dropped you yet, you still kept a firm grip on her shirt just in case.

She wasn't sure how she hadn't dropped you yet either, but her grip was like iron so it wasn't a surprise really.

Natasha didn't know where she was running to, she just sprinted as far as she could in a zig-zag pattern to throw the Red Room off of your scent. You tried to keep quiet to not distract Natasha, but the occasional yelp still slipped out of you if she took a heavy step due to rocks and tree roots in the forest that you were now travelling through.

She responded by breathlessly voicing an "I'm sorry", or "I know".

It felt like hours that she had been running for, and she wasn't far off. She had sprinted at full speed for an hour, the adrenaline of getting you to safety at full speed powering her.

After she had run through almost the entirety of the large, unforgiving forest, there was a small abandoned shack that appeared in the distance, and she thought that it would be perfectly suitable to take a break and hide away in until she figured out where to go.

She practically collapsed onto the floor with you on her lap once you had both entered. Her breaths were very laboured, so you attempted to get off of her so that she could regain her breath and strength, but she just shook her head and muttered "No, no, no", as she pulled you closer into her and rested her cheek on the top of your head.

Natasha let a few tears slip in relief. She did it, she got you both out.

About half an hour had passed where she just held you, nothing else. You just sat in her embrace and allowed her to hold you as tight as she wanted to, without hurting your ribs.

She suddenly became conscious that you were still just in a hospital gown though, not that you minded, she was providing you with plenty of warmth. But she immediately cursed herself as she looked around the place in search of a blanket, but she came up empty. Sighing in slight defeat, she pushed your shoulders back slightly to look at you.

You gave her a small, tired smile as she pushed some hair out of your face, "Are you cold?", she asked with extra softness in her voice that you hadn't heard before.

"No, you're keeping me warm", you replied as you practically slammed your head back onto her chest. She laughed and you felt the vibrations going through your skull, it was calming. She gently rubbed your back to try and lull you to sleep, it had been a long couple of days for the both of you.

There was nowhere in this shack that was comfortable to sleep, so she lay down on the hard floor and kept a grip on you to guide you down with her. She wrapped her arms around you in a bear hug as you lay on top of her, unknowingly using her as a mattress whilst you slept.

"It's all okay now, I'm here. I'm always going to be here", she whispered before letting herself fall into a slumber as well.

She was going to give you a good life, she'd get you both good fake IDs, you'd leave the country and she would get a small job. She had always dreamt of having an apartment to share with you, and she would enrol you in a school where you can make friends your age. Natasha would love to do the school runs and hear about your day as she walked you both back home.

Natasha was going to give you the life you deserved. She'd make sure of it.

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1 year later

Natasha had successfully gotten you both out of Russia and into America. She had decided on residing in Ohio, it had been nice when she had lived there for a Red Room mission when she was young, so she wanted to raise you there.

She had found a nice little two-bed apartment, and she loved sharing it with you. The space was dotted with pictures that you had painted, and of photos with the two of you on your various adventures over the year. Paintings that didn't go up on the wall went into a little folder that she kept in her bedside table drawer, they were her most prized possessions. You truly brightened up her life. As a child, she had imagined escaping on her own and going about her life, but now she couldn't imagine life without you.

Somehow, she had managed to get full custody of you, she had wrangled up some old contacts from previous missions to get the legal side done. It had meant that she could now enrol you in school. You were ten and eager to be with other kids, you were so excited that she couldn't help but be excited for you too.

The first night after school was spent wiping your tears. The other kids had teased you at school for your Russian accent. Natasha was livid but tried to keep her cool and reassure you that it was just new for them and that they'd forget about it soon. She didn't know if her words were true, but she wanted you to be excited about school still.

Her heart broke as she saw that you were too shy to speak when you woke up the next morning, afraid that your voice was weird.

She told you that she loved and you that you sounded beautiful. You believed her, Natasha would never lie to you.

It took a few days of more tears, and Natasha was close to pulling you out of school and attempting to do homeschooling, but you eventually made a friend, and the rest of the class didn't care that you didn't sound like them anymore. The novelty had worn off.

Whenever Natasha picked you up from school she got weird glances from parents on the playground waiting for their children. She very clearly looked to be in her late teens/early twenties, so the fact that she was picking up a ten-year-old seemed weird to them. But she didn't care, she loved being your mother figure and seeing your little face light up when you saw her as you came out of the classroom door with your giant backpack on.

Natasha had expected you to still be looking a little glum about your American school experience, but when she saw you hugging another young girl goodbye, her heart swelled. You looked so happy.

You then spotted Natasha from across the playground and sprinted over to her. She crouched slightly held out her arms for you to jump into, and then spun you around as you giggled.

She repositioned you to rest on her hip as she walked out, even though you were too old for that. She just loved holding you and knew that one day you might not like it anymore. "How was your day, honey?".

She smiled non-stop as she listened to your ramblings about your new friend and all of the mayhem that the two of you got up to today.

Natasha decided to make this day even better for you by taking you to get ice cream. She had a low-paying job so wasn't able to treat you like this as often as she wanted to, but she did whenever she could. You didn't mind that you didn't get treats all that often, you just loved being with Natasha.

Your face lit up again as she entered the parlour and pointed out the different flavours to you.

After you had picked one out you both sat down on a cute little white wooden table at the back and ate your delicious treat.

You got it all over your face, so Natasha started laughing at you. You were extremely confused at first until Natasha told you to smile as she took a photo of you with the camera that she carried with her, something that she did increasingly often. She had many photo albums stored in the apartment even after just a year, most of the photos being of you.

You couldn't help but laugh either when she showed you the mess that you had made. She grabbed a napkin and started gently wiping around your mouth. You gazed at her whilst she was doing so, you were still getting used to having these domestic moments with Natasha.

When she felt you looking at her, her eyes moved up to meet yours, and she was immediately taken back to when you had first stared at her five years ago. She had to hold back tears as she realised how much you had grown and how far you had both come.

She'd one it. She had given you both the life that you deserved, and there was no way on Earth that she was going to let it go.

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romanoffchild · 2 years

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I am making a request

A request in your friendship!

Lmao no. jk were already friends

Here's my real request:) Reader not wanting to get up for school and how Natasha would handled it?

Sun is up (Request)

Warnings: None

Anymore let me know

Age: 16

Word count: 1,022

Request by: @i-writes-things

Summary: You had no motivation to get up for school this morning. How would your mom convince you to wake up?

A/N: My friend i hope you like this and that it is what you wanted. I hope i haven't let you down :)

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Natasha looked one more time at the watch to double check that it was 7 am before heading to your room.

As usually the ex-assassin woke up at 5 am, trained, took a shower and made breakfast for you to eat before going to school. It was her morning routine.

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The woman gently pushed open your bedroom door and quietly made her way towards your bed.

She took a moment to admire your peacefull sleeping face and think about how lucky she was to have you as her daughter.

You were a true blessing for her and nothing could ever change that. She absolutely adored you.

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"Baby..." Natasha whispered as she gently shook you "It's time to get up or you'll be late for school sweetheart."

"No..." You mumbled as you hidded your face in your pillow

Natasha was a bit taken aback. You usually weren't the type of kid that doesn't want to get up in the mornings.

"Come on, love. Open your beautiful eyes for mama." Natasha tried again

The only answer she got was a firm 'No' again.

Slightly frustrated but mainly confused, Natasha started to think of a way she could get you out of bed.

Firstly, she walked to the window and opened the curtains allowing the morning sunlight to paint your room in shades of orange, yellow and pink.

Then walked back to your side and layed down next to you.

"Y/N... The sun is up baby girl and you have school in one hour. Please get up." Natasha softly whispered in your ear as her hand slowly made her way towards your waist, wrapping itself around it

"Just 5 more minutes please..." You groaned

"You're going to be late kid." Your mom tried to reason with you "I'll drive you to school. Just please wake up."

You opened only one eye and looked at your mother "Mama! Just please let me sleep a little more..."

"You look like Fury." Natasha laughted "Just let me quickly take a picture."

And before you had time to react or even understand what she said in your sleepy state, Nat pulled her phone out of her pocked and took a picture of you sitting like that with one eye closed and one open.

This seemed to have an effect on you because when you protested and demanded for the picture to be deleted, which Natasha absolutely refused to do, you seemed a little bit more awake.

So Natasha saw this as an opportunity.

If the gentle waking up method hadn't worked, it was time for the bribing method.

"How about we cuddle for the next 15 minutes, then you young lady will quickly eat the breakfast i have made for you, that by the way it's getting cold because i made pancakes, go to school and after school ends i'll come pick you up and you can choose where do you want us to go and have some time together as mother and daughter?"

That catched your attencion.

"Really?" You turned around to look at Natasha

"Really." She nodded "It's been some time since we had a mother-daughter day and you'ved been doing so good in school that you deserve a reward for all the hard work you're putting in." The red head smiled down at you

"I'd love that." You nodded and snuggled closer to Natasha

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Said and done.

Or at least half of the deal.

Because when Natasha announced that the 15 minutes of cuddling were over you refused to get out of bed again.

Natasha just sighted not quite expecting that.

Plan B didn't worked.

Suddently an amaizing idea poped up in her mind "F.R.I.D.A.Y. please play Tony's morning music playlist."

"Of course Miss Romanoff." F.R.I.D.A.Y. confirmed

And with that the well know, awesome and legendary song "Back in Black" by AC/DC, one of the top favourites songs of your uncle Tony, started booming all across the room leaving you no other choice than sit up with a grumpy face because Natasha had took your pillow from under your head.

"Give me my pillow back!" You whined, making grabby hands towards Natasha

"No chance baby girl." She laughted which only made you angry

And as if it wasn't enough torture for you already, Natasha had another brilliant idea and from one quick move she started tickling you.

"Mama no!" You laughted as you tried to wiggle your way out

It was clear as daylight that now you were wide awake and in no mood to sleep anymore and yet Natasha kept on tickling you.

"If you don't get up then the tickle monster shall get you!" Natasha laughted

"Please stop! I'm up! I'm up!" You shouted in hopes Natasha would stop

"Well i will stop because you nicely asked me to." Your mom said before stoping the awful torture of tickling that she made you go through

"Thank you..." A big sigh of relifed camed out of your mouth "F.R.I.D.A.Y. please stop the music."

On que, the music stopped.

"Do my little baby wants to sleep more now?" Natasha pinched your cheeks with a big smile all over her face

"Not anymore." You declared unimpressed of her childish actions

"Then get up and get changed." She sat up "I'll wait for you in the kitchen so we can eat together."

You sighted and rubbed your eyes with both your hands.

"Love getting up in the morning only to go to the school." You sarcastically said

"Oh no." Natasha laughted on her way to the door "You're not going to school anymore for today."

"What?!" You shouted confused

"It's already very late. I'll call the principal and tell him you're sick. After we eat we can go shopping and whatever else you want us to do today." She smiled at you before closing the door behind her

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Saying you were shocked was an understatemant. You were utterly confused but felt so lucky for having Natasha as your mom.

She was truly the best mother in the world and no one could say otherwise.

How lucky you were for having Natasha as your mom.

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THE LITTLE WIDOW P2 || N.Romanoff x Daughter reader

Part two of The Little Widow

1.5k words

Natasha x daughter reader

[Tw] The red room , Nightmares

“Mama? Mamaaaaa” y/n called out walking down the alleyway.

“Y/n!”? She heard her mama yell but when she turned around it wasn’t the ally way anymore, it was the halls of the red room. She’s back, I guess where she belongs.

“Little widow, back home I see” it was his voice speaking to you, Dreykov.

“Welcome home, you failed your mission last time I see, you know what happens to failures right?” He was mocking you, and you knew it

“Why am I here, Mama set me free?” You asked aloud even though it was for yourself really but Dreykov gave you an answer anyway.

“she gave you back. You don’t belong with her anyway who would want a fucked up child like you?” He almost spat in her face. The realization that you were pulled away from your mama again. Yet this time she just gave you up? She sent you back, you are so much of a fuck up, she sent you back to the RedRoom just to get away from you.

Turning around you saw your mother, but something was different, she wasn’t waiting with open arms for you, nor having that silly little smirk on her face, she was serious, and just like that she was leaving, she really gave you back didn’t she. For a moment y/n watch as Natasha walked away you were in shock that she really just left you, and it didn’t look like she was turning back.

“MAMA PLEASE ILL BE BETER!” Y/n cried running after Natasha

“Нет. what don’t you understand, you are a monster, no one loves a killer!” Natasha said emotionless, and like that she disappear, your mama left you back in the red room, you were scared you failed your mission. They are gonna kill you, but at this point thinking about it being dead would be better than surviving, right? Everybody’s always fighting to survive in these walls, why should she be any different she lost the fight.

Madame B and a few other men came into the room and like that she was in a training room, everything was going so quickly it was terrifying, looking down the red ballet shoes strapped onto her feet, they told her they where given to her from Madame years ago.

“Y/N, sloppy pretending to fail? Just like you failed at killing Natasha?” Madame B tisked at the young widow, knowing she hit a soft point with the young girl bringing her mother into it.

“ you are just like her you know? You get sloppy pretend to fail just because you don’t want to be the best anymore? She did the same thing.” The words that Madame where saying we’re going in one ear and out the other. It was the sharper sound of the cane that made her continue, pushing up to Releve now over the box of the point shoes y/n pulled out her pistol, taking aim, but it wasn’t a stranger under the masks it was Mama- and y/n knew it

“I-I can’t, I won’t I can’t kill her!” Y/n cried with Madame B terrified to hurt her mother.

“You’re getting week Little one” was all that was said before the men came laying y/n on a stretcher, the lights of the hall flashing by her as she was pulled into the operation room.

“you will graduate, be sterilized, and be the next black widow” was all y/n heard as she was strapped into the table she know lied on and a needle was brought closer to her arm, but as it made contact with the skin, everything changed again…..

Shooting up in the huge bed that y/n looked so tiny in really, she let out the most pitiful cry, confused doesn’t even come close to describing how y/n felt. She was in the bed Natasha tucked her into, still inside the Avengers compound, but it felt so real like she was in the red room all over again.

The cries continue coming from the young girl when the door was quickly opened and another person rushed to your side.

“Y/n, it’s me it’s mama, everything’s alright Малышка” Natasha kept her voice soft, while whispering soothing words to her young one.

It took some time but y/n seemed to start calming down enough to the point that her body un-tensed and y/n was able to melt into her mother embrace.

Natasha sat up a bit moving herself to be sitting crisscross on the bed facing y/n

“Wanna tell me what happen” she asked still with the same calm and gentle voice as before.

Y/n took a moment to process her own thoughts, taking a deep breath ready to explain what was going threw her own head. She wanted to leave out the whole getting sterilized thing she knew it was sensitive to Natasha, but that wasn’t the part that scared her really, it was the abandonment of her own mother, again.

“You sent me back, you told Dreykov I was useless. I failed my Mission” y/n explained with very little detail but enough so Natasha could piece everything together.

“Please mama, please don’t send me back!” Y/n cried to Natasha, it broke the older woman’s heart, the fact that her own daughter thought she was un-wanted was awful, but due to everything y/n been through Natasha understood where she was coming from.

“I know when you first get out, everything in the world is scary. The smallest things are going to terrify you, I understand I’ve been in your place before trusting me it’s going to take time and I understand you were stuck in a place where only the week can love, and even when they do, they’ll just be killed, but no matter how many times I have to tell you I will always reassure you, no matter what happens, I will never ever! Let you go back to that place, you are my baby, and always will be, do you understand?” Natasha said all of this full heartedly she meant every word that she said to her daughter, y/n was everything to the older widow having her back brought so much joy into the older women’s life

“Mama? Will you dance with me” the young girls words came out more so as a whisper but her mother heard it.

“Later on my darlin” Natasha replied with a smile on her face, ballet was therapeutic to her, and thinking about it it might be to her daughter as well, even though it was used in the red room it becomes apart of them as a person.

“Why don’t you try and get some rest sweetheart” Natasha said glancing over at the side table clock it was 02:45am, and the young one really shouldn’t be up this late.

Natasha once’s again tucked y/n in, a quick kiss on the four head but this time when Natasha went to leave the room one word was heard

“Stay?” It was more so like a plead from y/n but Natasha would never say no.

The older widow climb into the bed next to the little widow pulling her in close.

“I love you, always and forever Малышка”

“I love you, always and forever Мама”

[AN] I know this is extremely short but I wanted to show The relationship growing with Natasha and Y/n, also guys my other book has about four chapters out, so maybe check it out 🤭

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romanoffchild · 2 years

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You always come and get me (Part 1)

AU Mob!Natasha x Daughter!Reader

Warnings: Guns,Violence,Gangs, Kidnapping

Anymore let me know

Age: 3

Word count: 1,525

Summary: Natasha is the leader of one of the biggest mafias in the world but what will she do when her daughter it's kidnapped by one of her enemies?

A/N: This has a part 2 where Natasha's backstory is explained but i'll post it only if someone asks me to.

Special A/N: The reason why i haven't posted anything last week is because i had a car accident caused by a driver who wasn't paying attencion to the road and i wasn't in the mood to work on any story. Please don't use your phone while driving.

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Natasha always took pride in the fact that she could keep a cool temper in an emergency situation, thanks to her upbringing and past, otherwise she couldn't had become the head of one the biggest mobs in the world.

Everyone knew her and everyone feared her. With time, Natasha had gained for herself the nickname of "Black Widow" because no man, no matter how strong or powerfull he was, survived her in a fight.

She was cold, calculated and fearless for the outside world. Except that there was only one weakness she had: You. Natasha's daughter that unexpectedly arrived in her life after she lost all the hope to ever have a child of her own. Your birth had been a true miracle and Natasha promised to be the best mother for you. A promise she never, not once, broke and she wasn't planning in ever doing it.

For the outside world and her enemies, nothing could scare Natasha.

But when you were kidnapped by one of the rival gangs she couldn't get a word out of her mouth.

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She sent Happy, her most trusted driver and good friend, to pick you up from a playdate with your cousins, Clint's kids.

Happy was driving back to your secret house, listening to your story of how much you had fun, when a car blocked his way, forcing him stop the car in order to avoid a crash.

Armed men surronded the car, knocked Happy unconsious and took you.

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When the badass woman that happens to be your mom heard that, her brain stopped working for a few minutes.

No one had ever seen Natasha at a lost of words untill now and it shocked everyone.

Steve, her right hand man and very close friend, had to take initiative and give orders to the others.

After Natasha went through every scenario in her head, she pulled herself together enough to bark some orders and ask for some favours.

She managed to get Tony Stark, another close friend and bussines partener to work with the police, she sent every men in the field, she asked Fury, her mentor that had been like a father to her eversince he rescued her and saved her life years ago, to send more people undercover in the other gangs which he agreed instantly and finally she needed some comfort and asked Pepper and Maria Hill for advices, two of the few women she trusted.

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You are the baby she always wanted, but thought she could never have. She thought that the ability of having children was stolen from her when she was still a child during a gang fight.

The one where she lost her parents.

But then she somehow managed to get pregnant by a miracle with you, her baby girl and her entire life changed for the better.

—

Six hours later of searching with no luck, Natasha found herself desperate and in a room with the only two women that could help her clear her mind and worries because she felt like she was about to go mad with each minute that passed and you were not with her.

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"We have to find out which gang has her. Any ideas?" Maria was nervously paceing around the room

"She's okay, Nat. You'll see. We'll find her in no time." Pepper runned her hand up and down Natasha's back

"Why her?" Natasha shouted with her head in her hands, allowing herself to sound vulnerable in the company of her two female friends" She's only three years old. My little girl is still a baby. What if they did something to her? What if she's hurt?"

She was getting more and more frustrated and desperate.

Just then her phone beeped.

The red head unlocked the screen and saw a message from an unknown number.

Inside was a video from the enemies and she didn't waste a second in playing it.

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The camera was pointed to the ground when a man begin to talk.

"Hello, Natalia." A deep voice laughted sarcastically " Did you missed us?"

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Natasha clenched her teeth so hard that her jaw could snap any second.

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"It doesn't matter." The man continued" I think we have something you want back... Take a look."

The camera shifted and focused on a little form sleeping on a metal table.

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Natasha instantly recognized her child and her heart tightened in her chest.

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"That's right, Natalia. We have your precious daughter in our hands. Your little angel... Isn't that what you call her?... Really looks like an angel. It would be such a shame to actually become one. Don't you think? But don't worry. We will make it quick. Even if she has to be the one that pays for your sins, she's still young. Too young to understand that her mother's mistakes are going to end her very, very short life."

—

A tear escaped Nat's eyes and she quickly wiped it focusing on every detaile she could see.

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"Even if you don't deserve it, we will be mercifull enough to send you her tiny body, so you can beat yourself even more over the fact that your actions killed your own daughter. Untill next time."

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The screen of the phone went black, as the video came to an end.

Natasha wanted to throw herself on the floor and cry, but she still had time to save you.

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"We need to track down the adress." Agent Hill took the phone from Natasha's shakey hands

"I know who has her." Natasha shoot up on her feet and rushed out the door

"Who?" Maria shouted while running after her

"HYDRA." The leader coldly said

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Most certain, she was right. Turns out HYDRA, one of her biggest enemies and rival mob, took you.

This made your mom's anger take over her and she switched her temper back to the emotionless and cold leder she was knew as, remainding her team why she is called the Black Widow.

—

One hour later, after a lot of guns, fights, punches and torture, Natasha had already took down everyone in the base where they helt you captive. Making sure not one enemy got out of there alive.

—

She send her team to search for you in the building because she was too scared of what she could came across if she searched for you herself.

She kept asking herself, what if she was late? What if they already hurt you? Or worst, killed you? She couldn't bare the thought of you, her whole life, being dead.

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"Mama!" An excited high-pitched voice pulled her out of her thoughts

She looked up from the ground in disbelife, only to see you running as fast as you could to her with open arms. As fast as your little feets could carry you.

She droped to her knees and you jumped in her arms, wrapping your tiny hands around her neck, snuggling closer to her chest.

The men that were with her had to turn away from the sight.

One, they were about to cry and two, Natasha was already crying like a baby. No one had seen the woman cry before, so no one dared to annoy her with this fact. But indeed Natasha crying was a big shock for the others.

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"Oh, my angel..." She cried, tightening the embrace

She pulled away to look you over for any injuries. Scanning your little body from your head to your toes, gently lifting your arms up to check there too.

"Are you okay, love? Did they hurt you?" She looked with tear filled eyes at you while stroking your hair and moving your head from left to right to make sure you had no wound on your face or head

"No, mama. I'm fine." You giggled, happy to be in her arms again

" I was so scared that something bad happend to you." She pulled you in her arms again

"I wasn't scared, mama. I was a brave girl. You know why?" You inocently questioned your mother

"Why?" She sniffed

"Because i knew you would come and get me back home. You always come and get me." You squeealed with delight that you were right, making Natasha laught holeheartedly

"I always will, baby girl... I always will..." Your mom kissed the side of your head "Let's go home now. Shall we?"

With a happy nod from your side, you guys made your way back to your safe house.

—

Never once, Natasha let you down from her arms and you ended up sleeping in her arms that night.

Natasha spending the whole night watching over you, afraid that something might happen to you if she took her eyes off of you or fall asleep.

—

Since then Natasha increased your security and you would only go out if she was with you. You weren't complaining and your mom rest assured because you are safe and protected with her.

She'll always protect you. She'll always come and get you. She'll always try her best to make you happy. That is a vow Natasha made to you, but most importantly to herself.

You were mama's precious little angel after all.

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