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midastouch013 · 1 month

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Her Caregiver

TO THE ANON: I'm so sorry, I lost your request, but I hope this meets what you had requested

Summary: Natasha Romanoff has always managed to keep her little secret a secret, but what happens when she gets jealous of how you care for Wanda?

Warnings: Little/Caregiver, Jealousy, Little Nat, Little Wanda

P.S. Sorry for being so late, there was this retreat and there wasn't any reception there. Plus, I'm not sure if this is exactly how Caregiver and Little fics work, but I hope you like it.

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Natasha Romanoff sat in her room, her gaze drifting towards the stuffed animals arranged neatly on her bed. She had always been drawn to the softness and comfort they provided, a stark contrast to the harsh reality of her life as an Avenger. But there was something deeper behind her fascination with these childish trinkets, something she had never fully acknowledged until now.

She glanced at the door, her heart racing with uncertainty. She had been harboring a secret, one she hadn't dared to share with anyone, not even her closest friends. Natasha Romanoff, the Black Widow, was a little.

The thought both terrified and excited her. Terrified because she feared judgment and rejection from her peers. Excited because she longed for the care and comfort she had never allowed herself to experience. But most of all, she longed for someone to understand her, to see past the tough exterior she presented to the world.

That someone, she realized, was you.

You, her teammate, her friend, the one person she trusted above all others. She knew you had a kind heart and a gentle touch, qualities she desperately craved in a caregiver. But how could she ever admit such vulnerability to you? How could she risk tarnishing the image of the fearless Avenger you admired?

Natasha sighed, her fingers tracing the edges of a plush bear. She wished she could be brave enough to ask for what she needed, to shed the weight of her secrets and be truly seen. But fear held her back, fear of rejection, fear of ridicule, fear of being deemed unworthy of love.

And so, she buried her desires deep within her heart, locking them away behind walls of steel. But even the strongest barriers couldn't contain the longing in her soul, the ache for connection that refused to be silenced.

And so, a series of events were to set that day, one that would make her have you, as her caregiver, maybe even something more.

In the quiet of the Avengers compound, a sudden disruption shattered the tranquility. Wanda Maximoff stumbled into the common area, her usually composed demeanor replaced by one of vulnerability. Sensing something amiss, you approached her, concern etched across your features.

"Hey, Wanda, what's wrong?" you asked gently, kneeling beside her as she curled up on the couch.

Wanda looked up at you with wide, tear-filled eyes. "I-I don't know," she whimpered softly.

"It's okay, sweetheart. You're safe here," you assured her, offering a comforting smile. "Do you want a blanket?"

She nodded, sniffling, and you quickly fetched a blanket, wrapping it around her trembling form. Wanda leaned into your embrace, finding solace in the warmth you provided.

Meanwhile, Natasha observed from a distance, a pang of envy stirring within her. She watched as you comforted Wanda, offering the kind of care and tenderness that the redhead secretly longed for herself.

As Wanda began to relax under your gentle ministrations, Natasha couldn't help but approach, her curiosity getting the better of her.

"Is she okay?" Natasha inquired softly, her eyes flickering between you and Wanda.

"Yeah, she just slipped into her little space," you explained, shooting Natasha a reassuring smile. "She'll be alright, though."

Natasha nodded, but the jealousy still gnawed at her, a silent reminder of her own unspoken desires.

Feeling a sudden urge to help, Natasha joined you and Wanda, offering her assistance.

"Can I help?" Natasha asked, her voice gentle.

"Of course, Nat. Can you grab her favorite stuffed animal from her room?" you suggested.

Natasha nodded and disappeared momentarily, returning with Wanda's beloved toy. She handed it to Wanda with a soft smile, and Wanda's face lit up at the sight of it.

With Natasha's help, you continued to comfort Wanda, ensuring she felt safe and loved in her vulnerable state.

Later, when you and Natasha found yourselves alone, Natasha couldn't resist commenting on your compassion.

"Hey, I just wanted to say… you're really good with her," Natasha admitted, a hint of admiration in her voice.

"Thanks, Nat. I just want to make sure she feels safe and loved," you replied sincerely.

Natasha nodded, but there was a sadness in her eyes that you couldn't quite place.

"Are you okay?" you asked, sensing her unease.

Natasha forced a smile. "Yeah, I'm fine. Just tired, I guess."

You accepted her answer, but couldn't shake the feeling that there was more to Natasha's emotions than she let on.

As the evening wore on, Natasha's jealousy and insecurity continued to fester, gnawing at her from the inside out. Feeling overwhelmed, she excused herself from the common area and retreated to the solitude of her room.

Alone in the dimly lit space, Natasha paced back and forth, her mind swirling with conflicting emotions. She knew she shouldn't let herself succumb to her little space, that she needed to remain strong and in control. But the more she fought against it, the more the longing tugged at her heartstrings.

"I can't let this happen," she muttered to herself, clenching her fists in frustration. "I have to stay in control."

But the more she fought against it, the stronger the pull became, until Natasha found herself sinking onto her bed, her resolve crumbling like sand between her fingers. Tears pricked at her eyes as she surrendered to the overwhelming tide of emotion.

"I'm sorry," she whispered to no one in particular, feeling the weight of her own inadequacy bear down upon her.

Meanwhile, you couldn't shake the feeling of unease that settled in the pit of your stomach. Natasha's sudden disappearance hadn't gone unnoticed, and you knew that she was struggling with something deeper than she let on.

Determined to offer her support, you made your way to her room, the hallway stretching out before you like an endless expanse of uncertainty. With each step, your concern grew, mingling with a sense of urgency that propelled you forward.

Standing before Natasha's closed door, you took a deep breath, steeling yourself for what lay ahead. You raised your hand and knocked softly, the sound echoing in the silence of the hallway.

"Natasha?" you called out tentatively, your voice barely above a whisper. "Are you in there?"

Inside the room, Natasha's heart skipped a beat at the sound of your voice. She hesitated for a moment, unsure of how to respond. But deep down, she knew that she couldn't keep her struggles hidden forever.

"Come in" she said softly, so soft that you almost missed it.

As you stepped into Natasha's room, your eyes fell upon her huddled form on the bed, her posture small and vulnerable. For a moment, you were taken aback, the sight of Natasha in her little state catching you completely off guard.

"Natasha?" you murmured softly, your voice laced with genuine surprise. "I… I didn't realize…"

But before you could finish your sentence, you noticed the way Natasha's shoulders tensed, her expression shifting from vulnerability to embarrassment. It was as if she had been caught in a moment of weakness, a side of herself she had never intended for anyone to see.

Feeling a pang of guilt for intruding upon her private moment, you quickly reassured her, "It's okay, Natasha. You don't have to explain anything to me."

But Natasha recoiled slightly, her gaze averted as she wrapped her arms around herself protectively. She felt exposed, as if the carefully constructed walls she had built around herself had crumbled to dust, leaving her vulnerable and exposed.

"I'm sorry," she whispered, her voice barely above a whisper. "I didn't mean for you to see me like this."

You approached her slowly, your movements gentle and deliberate as you reached out a hand to offer her comfort. "It's okay, Natasha," you repeated softly. "You don't have to apologize for being yourself."

But Natasha couldn't shake the feeling of shame that gnawed at her from within. She had spent so long hiding this part of herself from the world, afraid of being judged or rejected. And now, with you standing before her, seeing her at her most vulnerable, she couldn't help but feel a sense of overwhelming inadequacy.

As you sat beside Natasha on the bed, a sense of determination washed over you. You refused to let Natasha grapple with her inner turmoil alone, especially now that you knew about this vulnerable side of her.

With gentle determination, you wrapped your arms around Natasha, pulling her into a comforting embrace. She tensed at first, still feeling the weight of embarrassment and shame, but gradually, she began to relax into your touch, allowing herself to be held.

"I'm here for you, Natasha," you whispered softly, your voice a soothing balm to her wounded soul. "You don't have to face this alone."

Natasha's breath hitched as tears welled up in her eyes, the floodgates of emotion threatening to overwhelm her. But you held her steady, offering her the strength and support she so desperately needed.

With a trembling hand, you brushed away her tears, your touch gentle and reassuring. "Let me take care of you," you murmured, your words a promise of unwavering love and support.

As Natasha nestled into your comforting embrace, her vulnerability laid bare before you, you knew that she needed more than just words of reassurance. With tender care, you gently brushed her hair away from her tear-stained cheeks, your touch eliciting a soft sigh from her trembling lips.

"Shh, it's okay, Natasha," you whispered soothingly, your voice a gentle melody in the quiet of her room. "You're safe here with me."

Natasha's breath hitched as she struggled to contain her emotions, but with your steady presence by her side, she began to relax into your embrace, allowing herself to be held.

In a moment of instinctive tenderness, you brought your thumb to your lips, offering it to Natasha. At first, she hesitated, her cheeks flushing with embarrassment, but you urged her gently, encouraging her to trust you.

"Here, Natasha," you murmured softly, your voice laced with warmth and affection. "It's okay to seek comfort in whatever way you need."

With a shaky breath, Natasha tentatively took your thumb into her mouth, her lips wrapping around it instinctively as she sought solace in the simple act of sucking. A sense of calm washed over her as she melted into your embrace, the rhythmic motion soothing her frayed nerves.

You smiled tenderly at her, your heart swelling with love and admiration for this strong and resilient woman who had entrusted you with her vulnerability. With each gentle stroke of your thumb against her lips, you offered her the comfort and care she so desperately needed, reaffirming your unwavering support for her.

And as Natasha nestled closer to you, her breathing slow and steady, you knew that in that moment, you had helped her find peace amidst the chaos of her inner turmoil. Together, you shared a bond that transcended words, a silent understanding forged in the crucible of vulnerability and acceptance.

With a contented sigh, Natasha closed her eyes, her grip on your thumb loosening as she drifted into a peaceful slumber. And as you held her close, you vowed to always be there for her, to offer her comfort and care whenever she needed it, for as long as she would have you by her side.

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As Natasha stirred from her peaceful slumber, she blinked groggily, the remnants of sleep still clinging to her mind. Her heart skipped a beat as she realized she was no longer nestled in your comforting embrace, a sense of panic threatening to overtake her.

Frantically, she scanned the room, her eyes darting around in search of your familiar presence. But to her dismay, you were nowhere to be found, leaving her feeling abandoned and alone once more.

A wave of sadness washed over Natasha as she struggled to contain her rising emotions. Just when she thought she had found solace in your care, you had disappeared without a trace, leaving her feeling more vulnerable than ever before.

With a heavy sigh, Natasha felt herself slipping back into her little space, her defenses crumbling as she sought refuge from the overwhelming sense of abandonment. She curled up on the bed, her thumb finding its way to her lips once more as she sought comfort in the familiar ritual.

But just as Natasha was on the brink of succumbing to her inner turmoil, the sound of footsteps echoed in the hallway, drawing her attention away from her troubled thoughts. Hope blossomed in her chest as she heard the familiar sound of your voice, dispelling the darkness that threatened to consume her.

And then, to her immense relief, you appeared in the doorway, a warm smile gracing your lips as you greeted her with a tender gaze.

"Hey, Natasha," you said softly, your voice filled with warmth and affection. "I'm sorry I was gone for a moment. I just needed to use the washroom."

As Natasha took in your reassuring presence, a sense of calm washed over her, dispelling the last traces of her anxiety. She felt a surge of gratitude for your unwavering support, knowing that no matter how lost she felt, you would always be there to guide her through the darkness.

With a contented sigh, Natasha reached out to you, her small hand seeking yours in a silent gesture of gratitude and affection. And as you took her hand in yours, a sense of peace settled over her, knowing that with you by her side, she could weather any storm that came her way. As you sat beside Natasha, her hand in yours, a question lingered at the forefront of your mind. With a gentle squeeze of her hand, you summoned the courage to voice your curiosity.

"Natasha," you began softly, "do you know why you went into your little space earlier?"

Natasha's breath caught in her throat at your question, her heart racing with uncertainty. She had never intended for you to find out about this vulnerable side of her, and now that you were asking her about it, she felt a wave of apprehension wash over her.

"I... I don't know," she murmured hesitantly, her gaze flickering away from yours. "I guess... I guess I just felt overwhelmed."

You studied her carefully, sensing that there was more to her answer than she was letting on. "Is there something else, Natasha?" you pressed gently, your voice filled with concern.

Natasha hesitated for a moment, her mind racing as she grappled with her inner turmoil. But then, with a shaky breath, she found the courage to speak her truth.

"I... I've always wanted to hide my little space from everyone," she admitted quietly, her voice barely above a whisper. "I didn't want anyone to know about this vulnerable side of me, especially not you."

The confession hung heavy in the air between you, a silent acknowledgment of Natasha's deepest fears and insecurities. And in that moment, you realized just how much she had been struggling, how much she had been hiding from you all this time.

"I'm sorry, Natasha," you murmured softly, your heart aching for her pain. "I had no idea."

But to your surprise, Natasha offered you a small smile, her eyes shimmering with unshed tears. "It's okay," she whispered, her voice filled with gratitude. "You couldn't have known."

A silence passed between you, and you could sense that she was debating on whether to tell you, so you stayed quiet, and waited.

As Natasha gathered her courage to share her feelings, she took a deep breath, her eyes meeting yours with a mixture of vulnerability and determination.

"I… I need to tell you something," she began softly, her voice barely above a whisper.

You listened intently, your heart pounding in your chest as you waited for Natasha to speak.

"I was… I was jealous of Wanda," Natasha admitted, her cheeks flushing with embarrassment. "When I saw you with her, offering her comfort… I couldn't help but feel envious."

Her confession took you by surprise, a pang of guilt tugging at your heart as you realized the impact your actions had unknowingly had on Natasha.

"I'm sorry, Natasha," you murmured softly, reaching out to take her hand in yours. "I didn't mean to make you feel that way."

But Natasha shook her head, a small smile playing at the corners of her lips. "It's not your fault," she reassured you gently. "I know you were just trying to help."

You studied her carefully, a sense of admiration swelling within you at her honesty and vulnerability. Despite her struggles, Natasha had found the courage to open up to you, to share her deepest fears and insecurities.

"Natasha," you began tentatively, your voice filled with sincerity, "I want you to know that I'm not Wanda's actual caregiver. I was just there to offer her comfort when she needed it."

To your relief, Natasha's smile widened, her eyes sparkling with understanding. "I know," she replied softly. "And I'm sorry for jumping to conclusions."

With a sense of relief washing over you, you reached out to squeeze Natasha's hand in yours, a silent gesture of solidarity and support.

"Natasha," you whispered, your voice barely above a whisper, "would you let me be your caregiver? Not just as a friend, but as something more?"

For a moment, Natasha's breath caught in her throat, her eyes widening in surprise at your heartfelt request. But then, to your immense relief, she nodded, a radiant smile spreading across her face.

"Yes," she whispered, her voice filled with warmth and affection. "Yes, I would like that very much."

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marvelnatr · 7 months

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No power

Warnings: Daddy!Nat, Mommy!Wanda, little!reader, paci use, little space. 18+ MINORS DNI

Description: You’re in the safe house trailer with your caregivers when the power goes out. The sudden feeling of the fan not running wakes and you get scared.

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Natasha’s POV:

I put our bags down at the door and kissed Wanda “stay here love, I’m gonna clear the trailer okay?” Wanda nodded as I looked at Y/N in her arms “I’ll be right back little one okay?” Y/N squirmed a little with worry “right back daddy?” I nodded and kissed her head “right back my love” I quickly began to clear the trailer. After it had been cleared I came back. Y/N’s little squeal of excitement melted my heart as she reached for me. I gently took her from Wanda’s arms as she watched me “so were good here?” I nodded “we should have everything we need, our new ID’s are on the counter if you wanna take a look at them” Wanda nodded and headed over to the counter, looking at the cards and laughing. I furrowed my eyebrows while Y/N played with my hand “what’s so funny love?”. Wanda laughed “your names fanny longbottom.”. I rolled my eyes silently curing my friend for being so immature. I leaned over my wife’s shoulder to see the other two ID’s. Of course they received normal names. Gently kissing Wanda’s cheek I whispered “it’s getting pretty late, we should get her some dinner and in bed” Wanda nodded gently and put the documents away, searching through the cabinets and fridge for food. Wanda loved to make food out of random ingredients. I however suck at it and have been scolded a few times when Wanda has called me from a safe house and I was eating spagettios from the can.

Kissing Y/N’s cheek I smiled at her “lets give mommy some space cutie. You wanna watch a movie” Y/N nodded “otay daddy” Smiling I gently tickled her tummy. Little giggles filled the room as she squirmed “daddy that tickles!” I laughed and stopped “you’re so cute love bug” Y/N laid her head on my shoulder as I grabbed her blanket from her bag and her comfort stuffie. Sitting on the couch with her I kissed her head and turned on bluey. Her eyes quickly focused on the TV as I played on my phone.

After twenty more minutes Wanda came in and placed the bowls in front of me. Leaning up I kissed her “looks amazing as always my darling” Wanda blushed. I loved when she blushed. It was so adorable. Sitting down gently she whispered “thank you love” nodding gently Wanda gently kissed Y/N’s head “I gotta get your blanky love bug, we dont want it getting dirty do we?” Y/N pouted slightly and shook her head “No mommy”. Cooing softly I pet her head “it’s alright detka, you’ll get it right back after dinner” Gently pulling her small frame into my lap I began to feed her. Wanda and I talking about our next moves. After dinner I kissed Wanda “I got dishes, you wanna give her her shower?” Wanda nodded and picked up Y/N “come on little stinker”. Y/N giggled as Wanda smothered her face in kisses walking to the bathroom

Wanda’s POV:

I carried Y/N into the bathroom and gently began to help her undress after turning on the shower. She looked at me “bath mommy” folding her clothes to the side I spoke “we don’t have a bath in this house cutie pie” Y/N pouted a little and watched the shower, gently booping her nose I kissed her head “it’s okay princess, mommy’s gonna shower with you” Y/N smiled and nodded as I undressed and I guided Y/N into the shower. A shrill scream sounded through the bathroom as I jumped “jesus!” Y/N squeaked “cold mommy!”. Natasha was standing in the bathroom with her gun drawn, fear flooded her eyes. Quickly calming her I joked a little while nervously laughing “note to self, this shower doesn’t warm up fast and I should check the temp” Nat rolled her eyes, putting her gun in her waistband and looked at Y/N. I pulled her shivering body into me and rubbed her arm as Nat spoke “I’m sorry it was cold baby girl”. She nodded and I watched Nat “I’m sorry love”. She shook her head “you didn’t know darling just be more careful next time. I’m gonna finish up with dishes okay? I love you” I nodded as we exchanged a kiss and she walked off. Looking at Y/N I kissed her head “alright bug lets get you cleaned up”

After getting Y/N all clean I put her in her pajamas and laid her in our bed “time for ni ni sweet girl”. Natasha walked in the room just on time and smiled at Y/N “hi little one”. She reached for Nat. Y/N always loved getting cuddles from Nat at night. Natasha picked her up and cuddled her, cradling her small form in her arms as she whispered to me “can you get me her paci and her stuffie love?” nodding I kissed my wife and headed to her bag.

Natasha’s POV:

I looked back down at little Y/N when Wanda left the room. Her sweet face turned to me as her lips curved into a smile. She never fails to make me melt. Sitting in bed I ran my fingers through her hair “my sleepy baby girl”. Wanda came back in and laid beside us, gently rubbing her knuckle over Y/N’s cheek “open sweet girl”. Y/N happily took the soother in her mouth. Smiling softly at her I ran my finger along her face, calming her body. Within a few minutes her eyes were closed and the sound of light suckles filled the room.

Laying her down Wanda and I both kissed her head and headed to the small living room. I sat down on the couch and opened my arms for my beautiful wife. Wanda sat down beside me and cuddled into my side. Gently rubbing her arm I whispered “you wanna watch a movie?” Wanda nodded and cuddled into me as I pulled out the laptop and found us a movie. Resting her head on my shoulder she focused on the movie. It’s one we had watched a hundred times cause it was downloaded on my computer. It was either this or Moana and if I have to hear the song shiny one more time by that stupid crab I think I’ll just throw my computer. About thirty minutes into the movie the power cut out. The entire trailer went dark. I grumbled a little “fuck” as I kisses Wandas hand “I’ll be back my love okay?” Wanda got up and followed me “I’ll come with to help love”. We both threw on our jackets and headed outside

Y/N’s POV:

I woke up to the absence of the sound of the fan. Sitting up I called out “mommy?”. I got no answer and teared up a little. Why aren’t they answering? Did they leave me here?. Slipping out of bed I found my way through the dark of the trailer. My body shivering from the cold. I walked into the living room and found no one in there. Tearing up a little I played with my blanket “d-daddy? m-mommy?”. Again there was no answer. Looking around it was only pitch black. Walking up to the door it opened just as I got close. Stumbling back I tripped and fell on my butt. I looked up to see Natasha and Wanda standing over me. Wanda gently reached down picking me up “what are you doing out of bed little one?” cuddling into Wanda I cried “I-I woke up a-and chu were g-gone” Nat cooed gently “oh baby girl I’m sorry, mommy and I went to go fix the lights, see?” I nodded into my mommy’s shoulder as Nats knuckle rubbed gently across my cheek, both of their touches quickly calming me. Whatever fear I had simply melted away.

I felt Wanda sink into the couch, her arms holding me close to her as my body shivered. Natasha covered me with my blanket and kissed my head “go back to sleep baby girl, I promise mommy and I will protect you” relaxing into Wanda I gently suckled her collarbone and dozed off. The conversation coming from the computer turned into mumbled words till my ears were only trained to the sound of Wanda’s heart. The steady thumping lulling me to sleep. I never wanted to leave here. My safe place.

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