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Hi!! How are you? It's my first time requesting so I'm not sure if I'm doing this correctly. I just had an idea of adopted!reader being like Komi ( she's from an anime, basically she has a like an extreme social anxiety where she doesn't speak and she just straight up freezes when someone tries to talk to her ) her adopted parents / wandanat brings and introduces her to the team and they're confused of why she's not speaking.
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She canât communicate
Summary: May cause fear and anxiety.
Pairing: WandaNat x daughter!reader
Warnings: panic attackish
Word count: 1191
a/n: I actually started watching Komi canât communicate a while back!
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Wanda is holding Y/Nâs hand as the two of them, and Natasha, wait for the elevator in the Avengers Towerâs lobby. âAre you excited, honey?â She squeezes Y/Nâs hand, glancing down at her with a smile.
The teen nods, keeping her eyes on the numbers on top of the elevator.
She isnât necessarily excited, but she isnât displeased by it either. She has wanted to meet her parentsâ families for a while now, but there has always been a question whether or not she is capable of meeting them.
Natasha and Wanda are used to Y/Nâs nonverbal answers by now. She didnât talk to them at all for the first few weeks, which made them worried something was wrong, but soon enough they figured out that the girl is just incredibly nervous around people. Nowadays she is comfortable enough to talk to them, though the two adults are still more talkative compared to her.
The elevator lets out a ding once it reaches the ground floor, its doors opening.
The trio steps inside and Natasha presses the button for the right floor. âWe made sure that only few team members are there, okay?â She moves to Y/Nâs other side, setting her hand onto her shoulder.
Y/N looks up at her mom, giving her a small smile. A lot of people in her life, before getting adopted by Natasha and Wanda, thought her minimal expressions were rude. But the two ex-Avengers never faulted her for them, theyâve always known sheâs still being genuine.
As the elevator goes up the floors, the nerves in Y/N start to rise. She tightens her hold on Wandaâs hand, the feel of it bringing her some sense of comfort.
The ride to the 91st floor is over fairly quick.
The elevator doors open once again, the quiet chatter of the few team members present audible though they are not yet visible.
The trio walk out of the elevator, Y/Nâs steps slightly slower now that the presence of unknown people is clear. She stays close to Wanda as they walk towards the living room, practically glued to her side.
âHi everyone.â Kate, Steve, and Pietro turn to look at the three of them when Wanda speaks. âThis is Y/N,â she brings her forward, âour daughter. And these are some of our teammates.â She glances at Y/N as she gestures at the three Avengers on the couches, naming them all individually.
Y/N doesnât look at them directly, rather having her gaze on the back of one of the couches. Her body is tense, she can feel all of them staring at her.
âJust a teammate?â Pietro scoffs, standing up with a grin. âIâm her uncle, sister, give some respect to my title.â
Wanda rolls her eyes. âYes, yes, thatâs your uncle Pietro.â She mumbles to Y/N, standing behind her with her hands on her shoulders.
The playful annoyance in her motherâs voice makes a small smile appear on Y/Nâs face. However, it quickly disappears when the attention completely shifts to her.
âHow old are you, kid?â
Though Steveâs voice is calmâa reason why Wanda and Natasha wanted him to be one of the first ones to meet herâY/N still felt incredibly anxious. She continues staring at the couch, her hands fidgeting behind her back as she stays quiet.
âSheâs 14.â Natasha speaks up soon after, knowing her daughter wouldnât be speaking.
Steve glances at Natasha, nodding with a small smile. "So, how is school then? What grade are you in?"
"Can you be any more of an old man." Kate mumbles, snickering with Pietro. "What movie do you like? Or are you more into series?"
"Do you like video games? Me, Kate, and you could play some mario Kart." Pietro joins to the questioning.
Y/N's eyes widen as she listens to the onslaught of questions from her mothers' teammates. Her heart starts hammering in her chest, the thumping of it almost deafening in her ears. She starts breathing heavier, faster, deperately trying to reign it in, she doesn't want these people to see her like that. She tries to open your mouth to answer, to answer at least one of the questions, but it's almost like her body is frozen.
"She likes both, current favorite is...Fallout series, if I remember correctly." Wanda answers, her voice muffled in Y/N's ears. "Video games too, she actually got us both into Stardew Valley." She laughs, bumping her shoulder gently against Natasha's.
"Sister, please." Pietro groans, stepping closer to the three of them, his eyes on Y/N. "Let the kid answer some of the questions too. What else do you like to do?"
Her hands start to tremble at the attention on her, a cold sweat starting to appear on her skin. Y/N clears her throat, though she isn't sure if any sounds even leaves her. She feels her mind going further and further away, her thoughts not making sense anymore. She swallows onece, twice, her throat starts to feel smaller.
"Would you give us a moment." She can hear Natasha's muffled voice as a hand takes hold of her arm, pulling her into the corridor and away from the people. She can see the mix of worry and confusion in the other teammates' faces at a glance.
Natasha and Wanda pull their daughter into their old bedroom, gently pushing her to sit on the bed. "Sweetheart," the latter whispers, "you are okay. Take some deep breaths for me." Shaky breaths leave Y/N's mouth. She holds onto Wanda's hand tightly while leaning against Natasha, their proximity bringing her comfort.
It takes her a while, but she manages to calm herself down before a full blown panic attack happens.
"You're okay, nothing's going to get you." Natasha whispers, her hand rubbing Y/N's back. "We can stay here, just the three of us. There's no hurry to go back or meet anyone else."
Y/N leans her head against Natasha's shoulder. Wanda taps her chin softly, making her move her gaze to her face. "You did so well in there, you hear me? Don't let this pull you down, my darling."
Although, she doesn't fully believe her mother's words, Y/N nods and musters up a tiny smile for her. A sense of disappointment does fill her for being unable to talk to the people her mothers are close to, but she tries to remember their words. It's not her fault, and every social interaction is a victory, no matter how small.
"How about we stay the night here, yeah?" Natasha wraps one arm around Y/N and the other grabs Wanda's arm, pulling them both down to lie down on the bed. "We'll stay here all night and only go out when we need to eat."
Wanda laughs as she gets pulled on top of Natasha. "Sounds wonderful, baby."
A small smile grows on Y/N's face as she listens to her mothers laugh. She cuddles up to them, happy to stay in the Avengers Tower as long as they stay in the bedroom.
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Natasha: I give up. I am so tired. Clint: Get the emergency supply! Maria: *carries Peter and places them in front of Natasha* Peter: *smiles* Natasha: AND I AM BACK BABY, LETâS GOOO
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winterwidows daughter having a full blown argument with Tony bcs only Tony would argue with a 3 year old
Toddler Showdown
WinterWidow x Daughter!Reader
Summary: You get into a fight with your Uncle Tony
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The storm raged outside of the Avengers Tower, Tony and Y/N sat on the floor of the Avengers Lounge, drawing pictures and chatting. It didnât take long for an argument to break out.
You stood her ground, hands on your hips, glaring up at Tony with all the determination you could muster. "No, Uncle Tony! I want the red crayon, not the blue one!" you declared, your tiny voice carrying surprising authority.
Tony raised an eyebrow, amused yet undeterred by the pint-sized challenger before him. "Well, Y/N, you see, the thing is, the blue crayon matches your eyes much better," he countered, his trademark smirk playing on his lips.
You scrunched up her face, unimpressed. "I don't care about my eyes, Mr. Fancy Pants. I want the red one!" you insisted with a yell, your tone dripping with sass.
Tony sighed, leaning down to your level and speaking with an irritated down. "Listen, kid, I've got a whole collection of Stark Industries crayons here, and trust me, the red one is so last season. You're better off with the blue. It's more... avant-garde."
You narrowed your eyes, unyielding. "Stop using big words, Uncle Tony! No one cares about your avo-garden!" you retorted, an annoyed and angry glint dancing in your eyes.
Tony shook his head, his huffing blending with the amused chuckles of nearby Avengers who had gathered to witness the spectacle. "Hey Y/N, thatâs not nice, you canât speak to me that way. Iâm older and you are three therefore, you listen to me," he said in a tone that said he was done with the situation, he started taking her the red crayon with a gentle tug. "Mark my words, one day you'll appreciate the finer things in life."
You snatched back the crayon with a victorious grin, your triumph was evident on your face and proudly displayed as you showed your prize to your parents, who watched with equal parts amusement and pride.
Natasha and Bucky exchanged amused glances, impressed at their daughter's feisty spirit. "Looks like she takes after both of us," Natasha remarked, her eyes twinkling with affection.
Bucky chuckled and knelt down to your level. "Did you take that from Uncle Tony?" he asked nodding towards Tony, who was now standing up, shaking his head and crossing his arms.
You nodded your head with a proud smile. âYes, Daddy! I got the red!â You cheered with an excitement only a toddler could have about a crayon.
You ran back over to Tony and stuck your tongue out at him. âI got the reddd! I got the reddd!â You said in a teasing voice and giggled as you sat back down at the table.
However, the arguments were far from over as you both engaged in a lively debate about the merits of finger painting versus crayon drawing.
As the argument raged on, Natasha and Bucky couldn't smirk from their spot on the couch, they knew it was just harmless arguments that wouldnât affect each other's bond but they couldnât help but admit they were always amusing to watch.
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We're a Family
Summary: You and Natasha are taking your first vacation since the birth of your 5-year-old daughter. While you and Natasha are off on a romantic getaway to Paris for your anniversary, how will your Avengers family handle watching your daughter for the weekend?
Pairings: Natasha Romanoff x Reader
Genre: Fluff, Comfort, Romance
Word Count: 4.3k
Warnings: Some mentions of grief.
A/N: Thank you so much for the positive feedback on Come Home to Me! I hope to keep writing as I feel inspired and have time. This story takes place after the events of Endgame. Tony survived defeating Thanos with the Snap, and Steve brought Natasha back after returning the Soul Stone to Vormir.
âAre you sure this is a good idea?â Natasha questioned for the third time that Friday morning as you gathered the last essentials for your 5-year-old daughter to take to the Avengers Compound. You and Nat were taking your first vacation together since your child's birth in celebration of your wedding anniversary. Understandably, your wife was struggling with the idea of leaving your daughter. It was all you could do to convince Natasha to drop her off at preschool, let alone leave her overnight.Â
âLove, weâve talked about this. Itâs only for the weekend. Mila is going to have a great time. Besides, there is nowhere safer for her than surrounded by Avengers. You trust them with your lifeâ, you remind her reassuringly as you rub gentle circles on her back.
âExactly. My life, not my child,â Nat muttered.
It had been five years since you gave birth to your and Natashaâs daughter. Your whole world changed from the moment you both laid eyes on her. Soon after, Nat transitioned into semi-retirement with guidance from Clint. She was still available for consultation and recruit training or if the situation was dire, but you and Mila are her number one priority now.
You heard little feet padding down the hall as your daughter entered your bedroom. Her red curls bounced up and down on her head. âI'm ready, Mommy and Mama!â Mila squealed.Â
âOh, Moya Lyubov, you look so pretty! Did you dress yourself this morning?â Natasha asked, getting down to her level. Â
âYes! I wanted to match Auntie Yelena!â as she showed off her mini black vest that Yelena made her for her last birthday, worn expertly over her pink tutu.Â
âAuntie Yelena is going to love it, sweetheart. Youâre going to have so much fun with your aunts and uncles this weekend,â hugging her tight.
After packing your luggage in the car, you drive to the compound. FRIDAY greets you as you exit the main elevator. âGood morning, Ms. Romanoff, Ms. Y/L/N.â The team is awaiting your arrival in the common room.â
âThank you, FRIDAY,â you replied as Mila let go of Natashaâs hand and ran ahead of both of you, having been here several times already in her young life.
As you enter the room, you see Wanda and Vision in the kitchen, and the smell of freshly baked cookies wafts through the air. Peter and Kate are playing video games, Bucky and Sam are playing cards with Clint, and Steve is quietly reading Moby Dick.Â
âLittle spider!â Yelena called out as she entered the room, and Mila ran into her arms. Â
âAuntie Yelena! Do you like my outfit? I got dressed all by myself!âÂ
âI love it, malayshka. It's so much cooler than Mamaâs outfit,â Yelena says as she side-eyes her older sister with a smile. âWe are going to have so much fun this weekend.â
âYeah, about that,â Natasha interrupted. âMission briefing in five.â
Mission briefing?" you asked, confused. "Love, we're going on vacation, not a stakeout.â
âYes, but they have the most important mission of all, watching our daughter,â motioning to the group before you.
Your heart warms at how protective your wife wasâthe Black Widow. She was a woman who would run into a collapsing building or intercept an alien invasion without batting an eye, but the moment she became a mother, everything changed. She vowed to give Mila everything she never had as a child. To break the cycle of uncertainty and pain that the Red Room forced upon her. Truthfully, you were so proud of how far Natasha had come. From growing up believing love was for children to giving nothing but love to both of you.Â
Just then, Tony and Bruce entered the living room, arguing over their latest nanotech calculations, with Pepper following closely behind.Â
âHey, Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde, park it,â Natasha declared.Â
âAh, Rushman, wonderful to see you as always,â Tony says, winking at Nat. She rolled her eyes in response as Tony and Bruce hugged you before sitting down, and Pepper picked up your daughter.
âCome on sweetie, do you want to go play with Morgan?â Pepper asked.
âYay!â Mila cheered as they walk down the hall to Morganâs room.
âOkay, here are some quick dos and donâts for this weekend. No guns, no repulsor rays, no arrows, and no using our daughter as a beta test subject for any new experiments. When Thor gets here, no Asgardian beverages in front of our child. Milaâs bedtime is 7 pm, and she likes it if you do the characters' voices when you read her bedtime story. If she has trouble falling asleep, a lullaby usually does the trick. Got it?â
âGeez, this is almost as bad as Budapest,â Clint whispered to Kate.
âItâs going to be alright, Natasha,â Wanda reassured. âWeâre a family. You know we would do anything for that little girl. Please, go and enjoy your anniversary. No one deserves some special alone time more than you twoâ, Wanda says as she hands you a tin of freshly baked chocolate chip cookies for the trip.Â
You put your arm around Natasha and kiss her cheek. âWanda is right, my love. Mila will be fine.âÂ
Just as you complete the sentence, Mila runs back into the room. âMommy, Mama! Morgan has Puss and Boots: The Last Wish, and we will watch it tonight before bedtime.âÂ
âThat sounds like so much fun, sweetheart! I know you will be a good girl for your aunts and uncles, and Mommy and Mama will see you on Sunday night, okay? We love you so much.â you said.Â
âOkay, Mommy. I love you!â She said as she hugged you so tight. Natasha knelt to kiss your daughter on the cheek and squeezed her hand three times. Their unique way of saying I love you. After one last hug and kiss, you walk to the Quinjet. Tony had offered one for easy and convenient travel.Â
*^~^*
By the time you arrive at your hotel in Paris, itâs almost dinner time. After sightseeing, you two enjoyed a gourmet candlelit dinner under the Parisian moon and a romantic stroll under the stars. When you returned to your room, you received a text message from Clint with a photo of your daughter asleep on her bedâlovingly cuddled under a blanket with Yelena.Â
âSee, sheâs okay,â you said lovingly as Natasha smiled at the picture of her little girl and her little sister.
As you lay in bed that night, you feel more grateful than ever to be here with the love of your life. Both of you had learned firsthand to never take anything for granted.
You were one of the lost souls left behind after the Blip. Struggling with the loss of your loved ones, you began attending Steveâs Brooklyn Support Group once a week. It was after one of those meetings that you were first introduced to the Black Widow.Â
Natasha hesitated at first to let anyone in. She was too scared to lose anyone else and was convinced that nothing should take away from her commitment to bring everyone back. However, she still found any excuse to attend Steveâs meetings. Whether that was to bring homemade peanut butter sandwiches for the snack table or shyly offering to give you a ride home.Â
You werenât a hero or a super soldier. You didnât remind Natasha of the guilt she carried over the last five years as the fallout from the Blip continued. You were just yourself, which Natasha loved the most about you. You began to visit her at the compound, and slowly but surely, the walls came down for both of you.Â
When she told you about the Time Heist, you didnât want to hear it. You couldnât comprehend the thought of losing Natasha, but you knew she believed in her heart that she owed it to everyone they had lost to try. When Clint returned from Vormir alone and dropped to his knees, so did you. Grief overtook you all over again.
As the Battle for Earth became inevitable, the team hid you in a safe house off the grid. Days went by and you lost track of time, stuck in your grief and unaware of what was happening. It wasn't until a knock on your door awoke you in the middle of the night that you dropped to your knees again. This time in shock at the sight of Natasha on your doorstep. Tears streaming down her face, she told you they had won. Tony defeated Thanos with the Snap, and Steve performed a miracle by bringing her back upon returning the Soul Stone to Vormir.Â
So much life has happened since then. You were married in a beautiful autumnal ceremony shortly after Nat returned and bought your house. Five years ago and twelve hours of labor later, you welcomed your daughter into the world that your wife sacrificed herself to save. You couldnât believe how much you loved them both. Returning to the present moment, you gently move a strand of Natashaâs unbraided red hair away from her face. Her hands move effortlessly to the nape of your neck, and you lose yourself in her touch.
*^~^*
Itâs Saturday morning back at the compound, and Mila is eating blueberry pancakes when Clint strolled in from his morning workout.Â
âHey, squirt! Those pancakes look amazing. Did Auntie Wanda make those?â he asked, reaching for the extra plate of pancakes on the counter.Â
Before Mila can respond, the plate glides quickly away from him, enveloped in Wandaâs red magic. âAuntie Wanda did make those, but theyâre only for adorable little girls named Mila. Is your name Mila?â Wanda said to Clint with a raised eyebrow.
âNo,â Clint grumbled.
âThen make your breakfast, Hawkeye,â Wanda sighed, patting him on the back.Â
After breakfast, Sam and Bucky take Mila outside to play. Meanwhile, Steve is working on a mission report in his room when FRIDAY interrupts his concentration. âMr. Rogers, Iâm picking up an elevated heat signature from your shield just north of your location.â Steve looked curiously out the window to see Mila giggling as she slid across the grass. She is sitting on his overturned shield, pulled by a rope tied to the back of Red Wing.Â
âMy shield is not a toy!â Steve yelled out the window.Â
âOh, hey, Cap! It does make a great sled, doesnât it?â Bucky answered, pretending not to hear what his best friend said, as Sam laughed out loud.Â
Steve shakes his head to hide his smile. You meant the world to him, having spent countless hours processing your grief together in that dark and dank recreation room in Brooklyn. He was honored when you and Natasha asked him to be Milaâs godfather. His shield was made from Vibranium, after all. If his goddaughter wanted to play with it, he knew no harm would be done.Â
That afternoon, Peter arrived at the compound to work on his newest suit upgrade with Tony. Mila is engrossed in coloring at the kitchen table with Auntie Kate when Peter walks in to get a soda.Â
âHey Mila, what are you up to?â
âColoring, do you want to help us?â Mila asked happily.Â
Peter nodded, and they got lost in her Disney Princess coloring book for the next twenty minutes. After adding pretty sparkles to Elsaâs Frozen dress, Mila noticed Peterâs Spider-Man suit sticking out of his bag.Â
âPretty!â Mila said with wide eyes.
âYou like it?â Peter asked.
âYes, is this how you fly? Mama says you can fly!â Mila exclaimed.Â
âSomething like that,â Peter chuckled and tousled her hair.Â
Down in the lab, Tony had been waiting for Peter to arrive for half an hour. Unusual, as his protege was typically annoyingly punctual. Running out of patience, Tony asks FRIDAY for Peterâs current location.
âMr. Parker is in the kitchen with Ms. Bishop and the young Ms. Romanoff, sir.â Tony rolls his eyes as he trudged up the stairs.
âHey Hawkette, have you seen Peter? He was supposed to â â
Tony stops as he sees Peter swinging from the ceiling with Mila on his back. Kate was too busy filming the spectacle on her phone to notice Tony standing there.Â
âWee!! Faster, Uncle Peter!â Mila shouted as Peterâs web carried them across the room to the top of the bookcase.Â
Tonyâs eyes follow the pair around the room. He put on his best poker face, âI wonât tell Romanoff or her better half, but if you break it, you pay for it. That includes the kid.â Tony warned.
âSure thing, Mr. Stark,â Peter gives Tony a thumbs up.Â
âAnd for Godâs sake, at least put some pillows down on the floor!â Tony hollered as he walked back to his lab.Â
*^~^*
You and Natasha took a Saturday evening cruise down the Seine River in the city of love. It was magical. When your phone alerted you to an incoming FaceTime from Carol, you had seen the MusĂŠe dâOrsay the Notre Dame Cathedral and had just reached the top of the Eiffel Tower. You swiped, her face appearing on the screen.
âHey, you two, I just wanted to let you know that Iâm going to be on Earth-616 tomorrow for a meeting with Fury and thought Iâd drop in on my favorite couple. Wait, where are you?âÂ
âParis, for our anniversary! Our first vacation alone in over five years. Can you believe it?â you said giddily as Natasha put her arms around your waist and lovingly kissed your cheek.Â
âWow, thatâs wonderful! Whereâs your little mini-me?â Carol asked.
âWith the team if youâre going there anyway, could you just make sure that everything is good with Mila?â Natasha inquired.Â
âOf course. You know you never have to ask.â
âThank you, Carol,â you gratefully respond. Weâll be back tomorrow evening, so Iâm sure weâll see you then.â Carol gave you a mock salute before you ended the call and put your phone back in your coat pocket.Â
âYou look so beautiful, dorogaya. After all this time, I still can't believe youâre mine.â Nat waxed poetically as she removed her scarf and wrapped it around your neck. Natasha could not look more beautiful in the glow of the Eiffel Tower. You decided this is the perfect moment to give her your anniversary gift. You slowly hand her the red velvet box you had snuck into your satchel. Her green eyes went wide at the sight of it.
âDetka! We said no gifts this year. This trip is gift enough,â Nat facetiously scolded.
âI know, but I still wanted to do something special for you,â you said sheepishly.Â
Natasha opens the box, revealing a simple, delicate gold heart locket necklace. Upon opening the pendant, she is greeted by a candid photo of all three of you. Clint took one during your last visit with his family in Iowa. Nat was sitting on Clintâs front porch with a smiling Mila on her lap. You are leaning behind her with your arms wrapped lovingly around her neck. It quickly became one of your favorite photos of your small yet precious family.Â
âThis is so beautiful, Moya Lyubov. Can you put it on me?â
You moved Natashaâs braid away from her neck and clasped the necklace in the back. The heart locket fell directly on top of her own heart. It looked perfect on her. You're not sure who leaned in first, but your lips met in a kiss that made your stomach flutter like it was the first time. You couldnât be happier than you were at that moment.Â
*^~^*
The Sunday morning sun was slowly breaking through the compound windows. Yelena was pouring your daughter a bowl of Cheerios and singing along to the sound of American Pie from her phone when The God of Thunder entered through the Bifrost. Mila jumped and started to hide behind her Auntie Yelena but ran toward him when she realized only her Uncle Thor was materializing before them, leaving his trademark on Pepperâs Persian rug.Â
âMust you do that every time? Youâre becoming more of a poser than my sister.â Yelena remarked.Â
âOf course,â Thor said nonchalantly. âIt is the only entrance fit for the God of Thunder.â
He lifted Mila with one arm, âOdinâs Beard! Youâve gotten so big since I last saw you, Mila,â Thor declared
âI know! Did you bring me a present Uncle Thor?â Mila squealed.Â
âYes! Now, letâs see here⌠Asgardian Ale, Mead, no⌠ah, here it is!â He handed the little girl a small snow globe set in gold with her name engraved elegantly on the base.
âWow. Pretty snow globeâŚ.â Mila whispered.Â
âIt is indeed,â Thor said, sitting cross-legged on the carpet before the little girl. âThis is a special Asgardian snow globe. Look, see the rainbow bridge inside it?â He pointed. âMost importantly, Lady Mila, if you shake it, I shall be there in a flash. If ever you need me, I will be there.â
âThank you, Uncle Thor!â Mila said as she wrapped her arms around his neck. Iâm going to show it to my Teddy Bear!â Running to her bedroom.Â
âYou spoil her, you know,â Yelena stated with a smirk, as she began to clean up the kitchen.Â
âI know, but she is such a grand example of goodness and joy in such a tiny human. She deserves the world.â Thor declared.
Carol arrived shortly after lunch. After a short meeting with Fury in the conference room regarding upcoming mission targets, she finds your daughter in the compound courtyard. She is wearing her vest to match her favorite auntie as Yelena demonstrates the newest tricks Fanny has learned.
âRoll over! Good girl, Fanny!â Yelena praised the dog. Mila takes a treat out of her vest pockets with her tiny hand and tosses it to the Akita.
âWell done, Mila! Before you go home tonight, I will show you what else you can hide inside those pockets,â winking at her niece.Â
âFruits and veggies, right, Yelena?â Carol deadpanned as Mila ran over and jumped into Captain Marvelâs arms.Â
âAuntie Carol! When did you get here?â Your daughter giggled.Â
âJust a little bit ago. I talked to your Mommy and Mama last night. They miss you and canât wait to see you when they get home tonight,â Carol shared before kissing your daughter on the cheek.
*^~^*
As the sun started to sink on the horizon, casting a warm glow over the ancient city of Paris, you found yourself immersed in the rich history of the Louvre museum. You had eagerly anticipated this moment, and after spending the afternoon exploring the countless treasures within the museum's walls, Natasha was determined to ensure you had the chance to lay eyes on the iconic Mona Lisa. As you weaved your way through the bustling crowd of tourists, Natasha's determined presence caused a path to effortlessly clear before you as she kindly asked them to move the fuck over.
You returned to your hotel and enjoyed a plate of chocolate-covered strawberries when Natashaâs phone dinged.Â
Carol: Hey, lovebirds. It's all good here. Mila is doing great and excited to see you when you return. However, you may want to check her vest pockets when you get home for some âspecialâ presents courtesy of Auntie Yelena. đ
Natasha giggled, showing you the text.Â
âThe important thing is that theyâre bonding,â placing a delicate kiss on her temple.Â
Following Wandaâs delicious Chicken Paprikash dinner, your daughter watched Frozen II. Vision attempted to explain the science behind snowflakes to her when Tony strolled into the lounge.
âHey, kiddo, do you want to come to the lab with me and see the new suit modifications that the Jolly Green Giant and I are working on?â
âYay!â Mila said excitedly, jumping up and down.
âSir, Ms. Romanoff indicated there was to be no experimenting with young Ms. Mila while she is in our care.â
âRelax, chrome dome. Weâre just looking at the new holographic mockup.â Picking up Mila and carried her to his lab.Â
*^~^*
After a few hours, Natasha gracefully guided the Quinjet to a smooth landing. As the engines powered down, she took a deep breath and gently reached across the console to grasp your hand. Together, you gazed out at the glittering lights of the team living quarters in the distance.
"Thank you for making our anniversary so wonderful," you said. "I love you so much. I know it was tough for you to leave Mila for three days, but not only did we have a beautiful anniversary, but our daughter got to spend meaningful time with her family, which she will always remember." You pressed a kiss to her knuckles as Natasha caressed your cheek.
You were right, dorogaya. This was perfect. Iâm sorry I was so nervous about leaving her. I just never thought I would have my happily ever after. That little girl and you are my everything. It breaks my heart every time I leave either one of you.
âI know, my love,â you said quietly. âNow, letâs go get our daughter and go home.â
As you entered the compound, the air was filled with shouting and the excited barking of Fanny and Lucky. Natasha instinctively reached for her spare Widow Bites, but before she could react, both of you heard the unmistakable sound of your daughter's laughter. Following the noise, you entered the common room to find your daughter joyfully running through the compound. She was wearing her pajamas and had one of Tonyâs Iron Man helmets perched on her head while clutching a can of whipped cream. Yelena and the rest of the team were in hot pursuit, with puffs of whipped cream trailing behind her as she raced through the room.
Kate skidded to a stop in front of both of you. âOh, you guys are back. Awesome! Umm, we made ice cream sundaes for dessert. Mila enjoyed hers, as you can seeâ, Kate motioned, breathing heavily.
Mila took her last lap around the couch when she caught sight of you and Natasha.Â
âMommy, Mama! Youâre here!!â she squealed, running into Natashaâs arms.Â
âHi, Moya Lyubov, we missed you so much!!â Natasha said as she wrapped Mila in a big hug before passing her to you to do the same.Â
âIt looks like you had fun with your aunts and uncles this weekend,â removing the helmet and brush a red curl away from her eyes.Â
âI had so much fun, Mommy! I got to eat yummy food, ride a sled, fly, and Auntie Yelena helped me hide special treasures in my vest pockets. Oh, and I got a magic snow globe with my name on it!â Your daughter rambled happily.Â
Natasha looked at you slightly skeptical, wondering if your sweet little girl was exaggerating. With your family, you were never quite sure.Â
âWow, that sounds amazing, kotyonok!â Are you ready to go home now?â Nat asked as Mila gives you her best puppy dog eyes.Â
âItâs okay sweetheart, weâll come back and see everyone next weekend. Why donât you go get your Teddy bear?â you suggested.
âIâll help her with her things,â Yelena said, scooping up your daughter and walking to her bedroom.Â
âWe canât thank all of you enough for taking such good care of her. I know she would stay here forever if we let her.â You said as you move through the group hugging every one.Â
She is always welcome here, you two know that.â Wanda said, confident she was speaking for the entire team.Â
A short while later, Mila emerged with her unicorn backpack, followed by Yelena, carrying more bags than she had when you dropped her off. You couldn't help but shake your head, knowing the team had showered her with gifts. Natasha crouched down to Milaâs eye level, tenderly placing her hand on her back. ���Can you say goodbye and thank you to all of your aunts and uncles, dorogaya?â she asked. Mila made her way around the room, hugging everyone. It warmed Natasha to witness her family showering your daughter with so much love and affection.
Mila drifted off to sleep only five minutes after being placed in her car seat. Upon returning home, Natasha carried her to her bed with the utmost care. She tenderly laid Mila down, ensuring she was tucked in snugly, and then, both of you gently kissed her forehead before quietly slipping out of the room. You decided to postpone the unpacking until the following day, feeling too exhausted from the long journey. In the bedroom, Natasha was sitting in bed, engrossed in a book with her reading glasses perched precariously on the edge of her nose. The day's fatigue faded as you turned off the bathroom light and joined her in bed.
âI couldnât have asked for a more romantic anniversary, my love,â you admitted as you carefully removed her glasses from her face and gently kissed her lips. âBut there is nowhere I would rather be than at home with you and our beautiful daughter.â
âI couldnât agree more,â Nat said, returning the kiss.Â
As Natasha drifted into slumber, her mind wandered back to the tumultuous path that had brought her to this moment. She couldn't escape the memories of her pastâa life of manipulation in the Red Room with no autonomy and the unending pursuit to cleanse her conscience of the bloodstains it bore. But then came the shot that Clint didn't take and the chance that Fury did. Her deeply unconventional yet cherished family culminated in the arrival of you and your precious daughter. In these precious bonds, Natasha Romanoff found the strength to thrive and, at long last, find peace.
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Tired Eyes
Pairing: Natasha Romanoff x daughter!reader
Summary: Natasha takes care of Romanoff!reader after a tiring mission
Warnings: None except bad writing, basic MCU stuff
Word Count: 500 ish, she's a short one
Steve gently shook you awake.
"N/N, we're about to land," He said.
You tiredly sat up and rubbed sleep out of your eyes, resting your head on your hand.
Your mission that day was tough, physically.
It was supposed to be relatively easy so only you, Steve, and Sam were sent on it.
A S.H.I.E.L.D member had been abducted and you three were tasked with retrieving them.
Compared to fighting aliens and taking down high status members of society, it wouldn't have been difficult.
You weren't aware that the soldiers at the base you were headed to had found out about your mission and upped their number of soldiers greatly.
You all managed to make it out with minimal injuries, and the abducted person alive and well.
But you were still exhausted.
You didn't have Steve's super soldier abilities or Sam's wings.
Your mother had taught you how to fight from a young age and you had a natural talent for it.
Even with your excellent skill and knowledge, you could only fight so many people.
The quinjet landed and you slowly exited it.
"You good, N/N?" Sam asked, resting a hand on your shoulder.
You nodded her head slightly.
Sam kept his arm around you as you walked back into the Avengers compound.
You and Sam parted ways and your tired eyes searched for your mother.
When you finally spotted her you briskly walked to your mother, crashing into her slightly when you got to her.
Natasha stumbled a little bit and wrapped her arms around her daughter.
"Hey, Y/N, you okay?" She asked, carefully inspecting you for injuries or bruises, only seeing a few tiny marks on your face.
"I'm okay," You whispered into your mother's shoulder, resting most of your body weight against her.
Natasha stood there for a minute with you in her arms and softly stroked your hair.
"Let's get you cleaned up so you can get some rest, okay?"
You nodded and followed your mother to your room.
Natasha went to get the first aid kit and other things from your bathroom while you sat down on the floor next to your bed, not wanting to sit on your bed with dirty clothes.
Natasha sat down in front of you and gently cleaned your face with a dampened washcloth.
You flinched slightly when Natasha went over a small cut on your cheek.
Natasha took a disinfectant wipe and cleaned the cut, careful not to hurt you.
She placed a band-aid over the cut and started putting the things back into the first aid kit.
"Are you too tired to take a shower?" Natasha asked.
You thought for a second before nodding.
"Okay, you should at least get changed before you sleep, though."
Natasha got up and went to get you some more comfortable clothes.
Your eyes were falling shut when Natasha walked back over to you.
"Baby, I know you're tired but you have to get changed."
"Help?" You asked quietly.
Natasha nodded understandingly and helped you get changed into comfier clothes.
You crawled into your bed while your mother went to throw your dirtied clothes in a laundry basket.
"Can you stay with me for a little bit?" You asked your mom.
Natasha smiled sweetly, "Of course I can."
She lay down next to you and you tiredly moved to rest your head on her chest.
The sound of your mother's heartbeat and breathing quickly lulled you to sleep.
Natasha waited a few minutes to make sure you were comfortable and asleep before falling asleep herself.
fin. âĄ
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You're not mine (Part 1)
Created: 08.10.2023
Finished: 08.10.2023
Edited: 08.10.2023
Age: 15
Word count: 1,344
Warnings: Abandonment, Child neglecting, Self harm, Blood, Blade, Arguments, Screaming, Child favoritism
Note: Please proceed with caution if you're triggered by any of the warnings above.
Request: Yes (Wattpad user) (@herospark18)
Pairing: WinterWidow
Summary: Natasha adopted you from the Red Room when you were only a baby, but when she and Bucky had their own child, she started forgetting about you.
Part 2
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"I hate you!" You shouted, slamming the door behind you
"Y/N, we're not done!" Natasha, your mother, shouted from downstairs "Get back here!"
This was a daily occurrence by now.
The, once nonexistent, daily arguments between you and Natasha only got worse over the years.
Although Natasha isn't your biological mother, she raised you like her own after she saved you from the Red Room.
You were only 2 months old when she adopted you and everything went well. You both formed a happy little family for a while.
That was until Natasha started dating Bucky a little after your 10th birthday and she slowly started spending less and less time with you.
But not Bucky was the factor that determined your mother-daughter relationship with Natasha to drift apart.
The main reason behind everything was your 5-year-old baby sister, Tanya, who came into the world a few months after Natasha and Bucky started dating, with a little bit of help from Tony and his technology that, nowadays, seems to defy all odds.
Tanya's arrival only strengthened the bond between her parents, who had a romantic history that started years before even you were born, and, at the same time, weakened the bond between you and Natasha.
You knew the drill by now.
'Tanya is perfect.'
'Tanya is ours.'
'Tanya is innocent.'
Their voices echoed in your brain like a broken record.
Tanya knows that she can get away with everything and Tanya does get away with everything.
Since her birth, it was as if Natasha had completely forgotten about your existence.
It began by ignoring you while she focused her attention solely on Tanya.
She wouldn't feed you anymore, wake you up for school, or cuddle you at night.
She didn't even notice that you changed.
But, how could she, when Tanya was everything she noticed?
â
You stared at yourself in the mirror.
Determination was etched on your pale face as you picked up the blade that was on your sink.
It became a relief for you.
Sliding that blade on your wrist helped you forget about the unbearable pain in your chest.
The crimson blood that was pooling from the cuts held your attention. The pain of being abandoned by two different mothers was momentarily shoved at the back of your mind.
You started harming yourself 2 years ago when you couldn't take Natasha's ignorance any more.
You haven't told anyone and it's not like they would care if they knew anyways. Tanya was the center of their world, not you.
She was the perfect baby, while you were the adopted bastard and a grand mistake that Natasha made.
Natasha never admitted it out loud but you understood the message from the way she was treating you.
The blade fell down from your hand into the sink.
'Is it all because she never gave birth to me?'
And you stared at the trail of blood it left on the white sink.
'Are adopted kids not important, just because they're not blood related?'
You slowly understood.
'Will I ever be treated the same as Tanya?'
The only one left to understand was Natasha.
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"Y/N, do you want to play with my dolls later?" Tanya asked you a few hours later, during dinner
You pulled at the sleeves of your hoodie even more, hiding your hands inside of them.
"Sure, Tatu." You gave the small child a shy smile "I think I'd like that."
"Tatiana." Natasha sternly looked at Tanya but the tone of her voice was soft "Remember we have a movie night tonight. You can play with Y/N another time."
"Can Y/N come too?" Tanya's big, innocent eyes sparkled while she asked, as Natasha refilled the girl's glass of orange juice
"I think she has more important things to do." Natasha replied, not even bothering to ask what you want "We're going to have a mother-daughter night. It's going to be just us two, sweetheart. Wouldn't it be fun?"
"Yay!" Tanya cheered, throwing her arms in the air
But as she did, she accidentally knocked over the glass filled with juice.
"Oh oh..." Tanya said, looking at the spilled juice "Sorry, Mama."
"Don't worry, baby girl." Natasha smiled, sitting up to clean the mess "Accidents happen."
"That's not what you said the last time when I accidentally knocked over my glass of water." You bitterly spat out at Natasha
"You have no right to talk, Y/N." Natasha snapped at you "Shut up!"
"Natalia, honey, calm down." Bucky, who was sitting beside Natasha, put his hand on her arm "She didn't do anything wrong. She's just a kid."
"She's not a kid, James." Natasha shouted, turning her head in Bucky's direction "She's a grown-up teenager now."
"Talia, I think you are just overreacting right now." Bucky kept trying to calm his wife, sparing a glance in your direction
He looked down at your plate that was untouched, the effect of your lack of appetite obvious on your skinny and fragile frame.
"I think I'm full." You quickly sat up from the table
"Sit back down, right in this instance, Y/N." Natasha shouted at you "You don't disrespect your mother like that and get away with it."
"Well, lately, you didn't act like a mother at all." You shouted back at Natasha, pain evident in your voice, but Natasha was oblivious to it "All you care about is Tanya."
"Because she's my child!" Natasha screamed offended "It's only normal to care for her."
"I used to be your child as well!" You shouted, tears forming in your eyes "I still am your child."
"You're not mine!" Natasha shouted and you widened your eyes shocked "You're not anything to me! You aren't my child because you don't have my blood. I didn't carry you or feel you grow day by day inside of me. But with Tanya, I did. You are just a mistake, Y/N!"
"You are the mistake here, Mom!" You cried, slightly lifting your sleeves as Bucky's eyebrows shot in his hairline "Look!" You showed your scarred wrists to the woman "This is all because of you! Why can't you love me like any mother should do? Blood shouldn't be important! You raised me, Natasha."
Bucky reached his metal arm slowly towards your extended arms to inspect your wrists but he was pushed aside by Natasha, who blocked out the fact that you were hurting because of her and ignored the truth, her intrusive thoughts winning as she said something she would never be able to take back.
"You were never truly a part of this family, Y/N!" Natasha shouted "Get that in your head. You are not our blood and you will never be. I saved you because I thought that you would change but I see that you didn't. You are the same. But I did change. I am not the same Natasha that I was in the Red Room. I am better."
Shaking your head, you took a few steps backward.
"I can't believe you." You whispered in disbelief
"Y/N..." Bucky breathed out, sitting up from his chair "Don't listen to your mother, she's just tired. She didn't mean what she said."
"She knew damn well what she was saying." You kept shaking your head, a lone tear falling down your cheek
"Then get that in your head once and for all." Natasha shouted once more, stubbornly fixated on her wrong belief that she was right
"I hate you!" You shouted at Natasha "I wish you never rescued me from the Red Room!"
And with that, you stormed out of the house and ran into the veil of darkness provided by the night.
Bucky tried to run after you but it was too late.
He found no sight of you or any clue where you might have run away to.
â
Bucky walked inside the house and looked at Natasha who was still oblivious to the damage she had done and muttered one question.
"What have you done?!"
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i rlly like ur posts abt how steves rough time with his dad as a little kid affects him later in life. i was wondering do u think the other avengers notice? and if they do what do you think they think/do about it?
also tbh i rlly like ur posts in general lol. i hope you have a good day!
I think the other Avengers notice after some time, considering most of them have similar experiences. I imagine it's sort of an unspoken thing, but it's almost... more notable on Steve, because he's so goddamn young and because when he wakes up from the ice, he's so goddamn stretched thin, that the reserves he usually has to shove all those old habits into a box are low. He's jumpy, the others notice. A raised voice-- especially male-- makes him flinch before he smooths out his face. Making requests is hard for him, and mistakes-- even small ones-- are met with scrambling apologies and frantic attempts to fix the problems.
No one says anything, because they know what it's like, and they don't want him to feel cornered. But there's a hard mission, and he and Natasha are alone in a motel room, and Steve is so clearly low. Kids had been involved. And Natasha had seen the way Steve had shut down to see the marks and bruises on the little boy and girl they'd gotten out of a trafficking situation, and she understood. Albeit for different reasons, but at the core, the pain was the same. They'd both just been kids when they were hurt. Young and lost and wondering what they'd done to deserve the grown ups around them squashing them down and making them feel no better than the dirt.
He doesn't say anything, so she doesn't either. But that night, she can't sleep, and neither can he, and when she hears him shift, roll over. Curl onto his side as the silent tears start, she can't stand it anymore.
Her bed creaks as she slides out, ignoring the rough crunch of the carpet as she pads over to Steve's bed and climbs in behind him.
She crawls onto the bed behind him, stretching out. "Can I hold you?" she whispers. Steve shrugs. He doesn't care. He doesn't understand why she would want to be the big spoon to his hulking frame, but if she wants to, he won't stop her. He's too tired to. He feels her wiggle close and slides an arm over his chest, hugging him flush against her. Her palm rests over his heart and she rubs, soothing.
It eases some of the weight. Some of the ache. He breathes, shaky. She kisses the back of his neck. It's quiet for a long time.
Natasha's voice is soft and private when she speaks. "It hurts, what they did to us, doesn't it?"
Steve freezes, listening. Natasha holds on. He doesn't move her.
"Why would anyone treat children that way? Hurt them that way?"
Steve clenched his jaw, resignation in his gut. "How could you tell?"
Natasha sighs. "I put it together, more or less."
Steve nods and doesn't say anything. It's quiet here, outside the city. The world dark and lacking that telltale bustle. Steve hates it.
"It's alright that you're hurting still," Natasha continues, and Steve wants to beg her to stop, but he's too curious, too desperate for someone to see him that he doesn't. "It's okay that you're still scared. You're safe, darling... you don't have to believe that yet."
He starts to tremble.
"Shh, baby, hey," she soothes and her voice is easy to stomach. Easy to understand. "Breathe for me."
He sucks in a deep breath.
"Did they hit you in the Red Room?" he asks.
"Sometimes," Natasha says. "It was calculated, though. Discipline."
Discipline. Steve doesn't think his father meant for his hits to be discipline. They were just... correction. To get him to shut up. Or maybe so he could get his anger out.
"Breathe," Natasha reminds again. Steve takes another measured breath. "You don't have to tell me anything. But you can. I won't get it all, but I might understand."
Steve considers that. "How old were you? When it started?"
"I don't remember," Natasha said. "Very young. Four, maybe? You?"
"I don't remember either," Steve whispers, and he's furious. Suddenly, he wants to set the world on fire. For the little girl who just wanted a chance to see the sunshine, and for the little boy who just wanted to play. "Maybe the same."
They fall back into silence. Steve can feel his teeth chattering. Natasha starts humming a song, simple and soothing under her breath. He knows he doesn't have to say anything else; she understands. He lets his eyes fall shut again.
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The Mom Moment
summary: you call Natasha mom for the first time
warnings: none
a/n: I started writing this but then I got a request for it. I think that anon could read my mind.
word count: 472
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âMom, is your favourite food ice cream or chicken nuggets?â
At first Natasha hadnât even registered what youâd said. Too busy preparing dinner to even be paying much attention to something other than keeping the pasta sauce from burning.
But then you spoke up once more, âmine would be pizza I think. Pizzaâs good, isnât it mom?â
There it was again. That word. It prompted her to turn the heat down on the stove and turn to scan the room quickly. No sign of Wanda. Were you actually speaking to her?
âWhy does the moon disappear when itâs light out? Mom, do you know why?â
âBecause the moon gets replaced by the sun, sweetheartâ she answers tepidly, not quite knowing where she stands under the circumstances.
You frown as you try to comprehend her response. âSo the sun is the moon then?â
âNot quiteâ she was bewildered. Baffled. Sheâd gotten whiplash from the spew of bizzare questions and how you acted as if youâd been calling her mom from day dot. âHave you washed your hands ready for dinner?â
âYou better haveâ another voice broke through the kitchen. âI saw you out in the garden digging for worms earlier, you stinkerâ
âMama, I was digging for beetles, not wormsâ
Wanda's laughter filled the kitchen as she stepped in, pyjama clad and damp haired from the shower. Natasha's eyes met hers with a raised brown and an amused look.
"Beetles, huh? Well, that's quite the difference, isn't it?" Wanda said, ruffling your hair affectionately. "You know, some people even eat beetles in other parts of the world. Not my cup of tea, thoughâ
You wrinkled your nose in playful disgust, and Natasha couldn't help but smile. This was more like it, a sense of normalcy returning to the room.
"Alright, you two," Natasha prompted, "Dinner's almost ready. Let's get the sable set, shall we? And no more worm or beatle digging before dinner, okay?"
âListen to your mom, babyâ Wanda nudged. âYou set the table so well last time. Even better than usâ
You beamed with pride at the compliment. Jumping from your stool tucked next to the kitchen island to rush towards the corresponding cupboards and drawers to collect the right utensils.
As the table was being set, Wanda met Natasha in front of the stove, hips bumping together in proximity. âDinner smells great, mom,â she whispered with a playful grin. Smugness plastered across her features.
Natasha blushed slightly at Wanda's hushed words. She had been called many things in her life. But mom was a moniker she never expected. It was undeniably heartwarming.
"Thank you," she replied softly, a genuine smile spreading across her face. "And thank you for making everything feel so...right"
Wanda squeezed her hand affectionately, a silent reassurance that they were in this thing called parenthood together.
#squishverse#wanda maximoff#wanda maximoff x reader#mom!wanda#natasha romanoff#natasha romanoff x reader#mom!natasha#wandanat x reader#child!reader#fluff
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ok sooo- reader comes home from school with a pet frog and it causes chaos around the household??? And it jumps in the food that Wandaâs making and jumps on Nats keyboard and makes her send a ton of weird stuff in an email đ¤ but then Wanda and Nat tell the reader that they have to put the frog back outside?
THIS IS SO ADORBSS PLEASE- Ok ok I'm really sorry it took SO long, I just recently have much more free time in my hand. I hope you like it!
Reader Description: 14 Years old, Wandanat's Child <3, gender neutral pronouns.
Pairings: Natasha Romanoff x Wanda Maximoff
Summary: Wanda and Natasha's child is an animal lover. They have the tendency to bring home whatever stray they find, today was no different. They brought home a damn frog.
School was typical, you learn stuff, got in one ear and left on the other. Y/n couldn't wait to get back home. As they were walking home from school, they noticed a little pond. In it was an adorable looking frog just chilling on the leaves.
"Hello you!" They approached the frog slowly, careful not to scare it off. Gently, they bent down to offer their hand and the frog immediately jumps on as if it knows they'll be safe with them.
"Imma call you, Julio." They gently hid the frog in their bag, putting it on top of all the books so it doesn't gets squashed.
In the kitchen of the Romanoff-Maximoff household, two women were enjoying each other's company. One of them was baking, the other was typing an email.
DING!
The timer on the oven went on, Wanda bent down to pull out the tray of cookies she was baking. She put it on the counter and suddenly felt a hand encircling her waist. "Is this your way of charming me so I would let you have the first bite?"
"Is it working?" Natasha asked while nuzzling her nose against her wife's neck, Wanda giggled at the action.
"It is, but it's fresh out of the oven. You will have to wait." Wanda said while leaning her body against Natasha's. Her wife whined while resting her chin on Wanda's shoulder.
"Can't I try it now? It smells so good." It was adorable how different the infamous Black Widow is at home with her loved ones.
Wanda rolled her eyes playfully and turned around to face her, "Patience, my love."
Natasha stared at her with a look that could only be describe as pure love, "Alright. For now then can I get a kiss instead?"
Wanda laughs but leans in anyway to sealed their lips. The two women kissed slowly, there was no rush, and it was full of love. Her hand reached up to circle itself around the former spy's shoulder while Natasha's hand pulled her closer by the waist.
The two Avengers had officially retired, Wanda was first to leave the Avengers. Few years later, Natasha followed suit. They both wanted to focus more on raising their family and be there as much for Y/n, their now 14 year old bundle of joy. Natasha she still helps the Avengers a little, honestly it's hard for that woman to just sit back and relax. However she has taken a more of a 'strategic' position you could say, she's mostly working at home and almost never on the field.
Wanda however, opted to leave that superhero life completely. Catching up on everything she had always wishes to do, while also being a full-time mom. Life is perfect for them.
The two pulled away and rested their foreheads together, Natasha started to sway her slowly while humming some tune. "This is nice."
Wanda had a smile on her face as she was gently being held by her wife, she then recognized the tune Natasha was humming. "The song we played at our wedding?"
"Mmmhmm." Natasha pulled back to look at her wife lovingly. Despite them being together for such a long time, Natasha couldn't help but fall in love all over again for the woman in front of her. Natasha leaned in to kiss the slope of Wanda's nose.
"I love you, Natty."
Natasha laughs slightly at the nickname. She remembered all those years ago she almost shipped Wanda to another country just for calling her Nat. "I love you too, so much." Natasha gave her another kiss, "More than I could ever express with words."
She poured all her love into the kiss, the immense feelings she had for this woman. Natasha would go hell and back for her, and Wanda would do the same. If needed, Wanda would destroy the multiverse just for her. They love they shared was something no one could ever match.
"I'm home!!" A voice was heard followed by the sound of their front door closing.
The two woman smiled hearing their bundle of joy home safe. Wanda, the ever so loving mom, was the first to greet them. "Welcome home darling! How was school?" She asked as Y/n entered the kitchen.
"Hi mama!" Y/n said while hugging Wanda, "School was just school." They moved across the kitchen and hugged their other mom, "I got into the softball team though!"
Natasha gave her a kiss on top of their head, "Well done my darling cub! I'm so proud of you."
Y/n sniffed the air and smelled their mother's baking, "MMMMM" their eyes darted quickly to the tray of cookies on the counter. "I want one!" They tried to take one but their mother quickly stood between between Y/n and the cookies with her hand on her hips.
"Nu uh!" Wanda exclaimed, "Did you get the thing I asked you?"
"What thing?" Her child looked at her, confused. Wanda merely raised an eyebrow, "Ohhhhh... Ughhh fine, I'll be right back." They quickly grabbed their wallet from their backpack, leaving it open on the countertop beside Natasha's laptop, and went back out to buy the eggs their mother had requested.
"You know if you need it that badly, I could've gone out and get it for you." Natasha said while leaning against the counter with her infamous smirk.
"And you say I spoil them too much?"
Natasha chuckles and moved to stand beside her wife who was now preparing to chop some onions. "It's almost time to do some groceries shopping anyway, if anything, I'm spoiling my beautiful wife."
"Mmmm, what would I do without you?" Wanda said while giving her a kiss.
"What are we cooking next, Malysh?"
"Well, there's this recipe I've been wanting to try. And-" As the two woman chatter, unbeknownst to them, Julio the frog had popped out of it's prison. Hopping out of the bag, Julio took in its surroundings.
What a weird place?
Decide is not necessarily the right term, but the frog jumped onto Natasha's laptop. Causing the random keys to be pressed, it continued its journey around the surface before it decided to hop across.
Natasha suddenly felt a notification on her phone, she checked it and her eyes narrows in confusion. "What the hell?" She quickly went back to her laptop to check on the email she was writing, "Why did it sent??"
Hearing her wife's frustration, Wanda glanced at Natasha. "What's the matter?"
Natasha cursed under her breath, "I need to check my laptop for virus. It's opening a bunch of weird apps, and sending gibberish emails."
Wanda's face scrunched up in confusion, "I thought SHIELD would provide you with top of the line anti-virus software?"
"Precisely my point, if it's a virus, whoever it is they're up to no good."
While Natasha did her thing, Julio manages to reach Wanda's prepped ingredients. Wanda however was still focused on Natasha, feeling a slight anxiety that someone something might be trying to attack them.
"Find anything?" Wanda asked.
Natasha's eyes was still fixated on the laptop, "No, I can't find any trace leading to them. They're sloppy, but good."
Meanwhile the culprit was still hopping around the kitchen counter, "Well maybe you should call-" Wanda's sentence was cut off with a yelp, hearing her wife's sudden squeal, Natasha glanced in her direction.
"What, what's wrong?"
"Ew! shoo- SHOO!!" Wanda yelled in disgust, "No- NO get away from there!" Natasha was quick to be at her side to asses the situation.
"Honey, what are you-"
"Ge- GET THE FROG!" Natasha quickly saw it and almost burst out laughing.
"Lyubov, It's just a-"
"Tasha, get the damn frog before I make you sleep on the couch!" Wanda said strictly, Natasha quickly obliged, she darted forward but Julio continued to hop around. "Don't let it touch my cookies!"
Natasha manages to pull the trays of cookies away before the tiny frog could jump on it. However despite the tray having some time to cool down, after holding it for a while Natasha's hand started to burn. "Ouch!" She hastily dropped it on the kitchen island.
"Tasha, TASHA!!!" Wanda squealed as she kept an eagle eye on the frog. Watching it continue to hop around like nothing matters.
"Honey, relax I got it." Natasha tried to calm her down and tried to move swiftly to catch the frog. But damn, the fucker was too good. Even for the Black Widow.
It took them a few minutes to finally catch the culprit. It was mostly spent on Wanda pointing and shouting, while Natasha tries to figure out a way to catch the little bastard. Julio was now trapped inside a container box, yet this son of a bitch is just chilling there as if nothing happened.
"What's... going on??" They heard a voice asked, the two mothers glanced at their child who was was standing on the entrance of the kitchen holding a carton of eggs.
Natasha let out a long breath, "We're alright honey, just a little kitchen accident."
Y/n's face quickly twisted into concern, "Are you guys hurt?"
"No, Detka, it's not that. There was a frog."
Y/n snorted, "A frog?" then realization hit them. Y/n quickly moved to check their bag whilst putting down the carton of eggs on the countertop. Surely enough, Julio was gone.
Natasha, knowing her own child, quickly pieced the puzzle. "Detka... Explanation, now." She said while crossing her arms.
"Hehe, Julio caused this little incident?"
"Christ you even gave it a name-" Natasha rubbed her temple, she loved their child. But holyshit, a damn frog?
"Y/n, you can't just keep bringing animals here!" Wanda scolded them.
"But it looked so adorable!"
"Detka..." Natasha sighed, "Put this frog outside please."
"But Momm-"
"No buts!" Natasha said strictly, Y/n begrudgingly approached the trapped Julio. Who is still sitting calmly, slimy bastard. They carefully slipped the cover underneath it to carry the little frog outside.
"And you're going back to the grocery store after this." Wanda said.
"Why didn't you just text me the extra things you needed?"
"I initially didn't need it until your little friend here decided to jump on my food."
Y/n sheepishly smiled, "Hehe, love you mama." They put on an innocent face.
Wanda sighed, she really can't stay mad at them. "I love you too. Now get that frog out."
Y/n walked out to the backyard while mumbling, "This frog has a name..."
Once Y/n was out of earshot, the two mothers stared at one another and laughed softly. Truth to be told they found the whole thing amusing.
"I think it's time we consider getting them a pet to take care of." Natasha said.
"Are you sure they're responsible enough for that?"
Natasha shrugged, "Only one way to find out. Beside, I'd rather have them being too busy taking care of a pet than suddenly bringing home a bunch of cockroach."
Wanda shivers at the mention of that, "I see your point."
They glanced outside the window to see Y/n ever so gently letting the frog out of the container. It seems like they're... talking to it. Wanda wrapped an arm around Natasha's waist and leaned her head on her shoulder. "It's so adorable how gentle they are with it."
"'This 'it' has a name, y'know?" Natasha joked slightly, Wanda pinched her wife's side causing Natasha to jump a little. But they both had a huge smile plastered on their face.
Natasha wraps her arms around Wanda as well, making Wanda nestle to her even more. "I guess a little puppy doesn't sound so bad."
"Mhmmm..." Natasha hummed in agreement. "Or a cat."
Looks like there will be a new addition to the Romanoff-Maximoff family.
Here you go! I hope you liked it, im so sorry it took so long to make :( But I love writing about Wandanat x Child!Reader, it brings me so much comfort!!!!
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Kid Y/N feels under the weather, what is gonna happen? ft Wanda and NatashaÂ
Rain pelted against the large windows of the Avengers compound, a symphony of nature's melancholy to accompany the drama unfolding within. Y/N, a young child with an inclination for mischief, which made her seem like Loki's daughter sometimes (she may be...), and two extraordinary guardians: Natasha Romanoff and Wanda Maximoff, found herself feeling under the weather. The cold had crept into her small frame, bringing with it a storm of sneezes and sniffles.
In the heart of the Avengers' home, the living room was a battleground. Y/N lay on the couch, surrounded by a fortress of plush toys. The television played some animated movie, forgotten in the background. Natasha was still donned in her Black Widow uniform after returning from a mission with Wanda, her fiery red hair cascading in waves, was the epitome of calm. She knelt beside the couch, worry etching lines on her face as she touched Y/N's forehead with the back of her hand.
Y/N - Mama, I don't wanna take those yucky medicines!Â
Whined the little girl as her raspy voice showed her clear discomfort.
Wanda, also in her Scarlet Witch attire, floated into the room with a tray of steaming soup and a small bottle of medicine. Her expressive eyes softened as they met Y/N's defiant gaze.Â
Wanda - Sweetheart, it'll make you feel better. Just a spoonful, okay? *frowns*
The girl's eyes narrowed and a pout formed on her lips.Â
Y/N - No! It tastes icky.
Natasha sighed, her stern look softened by a smile.Â
Natasha - Come on, kiddo. You'll be back to causing chaos in no time.
Y/N's eyes welled up, a mixture of exhaustion and frustration.Â
Y/N - I don't wanna be sick, Mommy.
Natasha's heart melted at the word. Y/N had walked into her and Wanda's life like a burst of sunshine, and now, seeing her curled up with illness, it felt like the sun had been clouded over.
Natasha exchanged a glance with Wanda, who was now floating in the air, her green eyes filled with concern.Â
Wanda - We just want you to feel better, little one. *soft voice with a motherly smile*
But Y/N was having none of it. With a sudden burst of energy, she sat up, sending the plush toys scattering like leaves in the wind.Â
Y/N - I don't want the yucky medicine! I hate it!
Natasha's eyes met Wanda's, both sharing a knowing look. Parenting, even for two superheroes, had its challenges. But they were up for it. Wanda floated down to Y/N's eye level, a playful smile on her face.Â
Wanda - How about a deal, little rebel? Take the medicine, and Mama will read you a story. A magical one.
Y/N eyed Wanda suspiciously, her small brain working through the proposal.Â
Y/N - A really magical one? *head tilt*
Wanda nodded, her fingers conjuring a spark of Scarlet energy.Â
Wanda - The most magical story you've ever heard.Â
Y/N contemplated this for a moment before finally nodding with all the seriousness a child could muster.Â
Y/N - Okay, but no yucky medicine next time. *scrunches nose*
Natasha handed Wanda the medicine with a smirk.Â
Natasha - Of course, princesa.
Wanda poured the medicine into a small spoon, casting a glance at Natasha. Natasha nodded subtly, understanding the silent question. Wanda approached Y/N, who was still eyeing the spoon with scepticism.
Wanda - Open wide, little one. *cooing*.
Y/N opened her mouth reluctantly and Wanda administered the medicine. The kid grimaced at the taste, but she swallowed it down with a determined expression.
Natasha - Good job, honey!Â
Natasha praised, ruffling Y/N's hair.
Wanda - Now, for the magical story...Â
Wanda settled on the floor near Natasha with Y/N nestled between their chests.
As Wanda began weaving a tale of enchanted forests and talking animals, Y/N's eyes sparkled with wonder. The room echoed with Wanda's melodic voice, each word painting a vivid picture in the child's imagination. Natasha sat back, watching the scene unfold with a smile. The storm outside seemed to fade away, leaving only the warmth of the family huddled together.
As the story reached its climax, Y/N's eyelids grew heavy. The pair shared a glance, silently agreeing to transfer the dozing child to her cosy bed. Together, they lifted Y/N, who mumbled something about flying with Mama and Mommy in the magical forest.
In her room, surrounded by plush toys and soft blankets, Y/N slept peacefully. Natasha and Wanda lingered for a moment, marvelling at the small, slumbering figure. Parenthood was an adventure, one they embraced wholeheartedly.
As they tiptoed out of the room, Natasha began to whisper.Â
Natasha - We make a good team, don't we? *smirks*
Wanda nodded, her eyes reflecting the love and contentment they both felt.Â
Wanda - The best. *winks*
And with that, the two superheroes, mothers to a special little girl, ventured back into the living room. The storm outside had quieted, leaving behind the soft hum of family and the promise of many more magical stories to come.
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Daddy Issues
Natasha X Reader
Inspired by the song Daddy Issues by the Neighbourhood.
Warnings: Physical Abuse, Trauma, Difficult Childhood, Hurt/comfort, Domestic Violence, Child Abuse, Panic Attacks.
Please consider these Warnings before reading. This is a Mature Rated Fic.
Y/n was the newest member of the avengers team and Natasha was very intrigued by the young woman. She was always on guard and had a mask similar to the spy to not let their true emotions show. Curious as to why, Natasha watched the woman with caution, her instinct to not trust and find out the truth had gotten the better of her. But the truth would affect her more then she realised.
Daddy stuck around but he wasn't present Cheated on your mom but she never left him
The Avengers were sat around the kitchen ready for breakfast when Clint said, âGod this tastes exactly what my old man used to make,â his tone nostalgic as he remembered his father making him breakfast. The team laughed and started to talk about their own childhoods due to prompt from the archer. You tensed slightly at the topic but made sure your walls stayed high as you didnât need anyone knowing. However you failed to notice a certain redhead saw how you started to just push your food around on your plate and remained quiet. Not wanting to be there anymore, you made a reasonable excuse to leave and smiled at everyone before leaving raising no suspicions from anyone else.
First I didn't get it, now I understand
âWhatâs that now? Like 10-0?â the spy teased as she had once again pinned you to the training mats. You huffed out in annoyance as you hated training with Natasha as it always ended in teasing and you on the floor is positions way too familiar, except you knew she would never purposely hurt you. Not like he did.
âWhatâs that from?â She questioned while seeing the large scar on your stomach as your loose t-shirt had ridden up while being thrown on the floor.
âJust a silly accident as a child.â You quickly brushed the subject aside while pulling the ends of the black fabric down to cover it. Natasha saw the ways your eyes flickered with fear and conflict before your mask once again came back up.
âOh ok,â she said, acting convinced for you to believe her, âWant to go again? Maybe youâll land a hit this time.â Her tone mocking in a playful way but it only brought you another painful memory.
You heard shouting coming from downstairs before a little knock at your door. Your younger brother peaked his head around the door, his eyes full of fear.
âY/n?â his voice barely above a whisper as he came into the room searching for his older sister.
âHey Iâm right here,â you softly spoke to him, attempting to calm him down as you could see how scared he was. âWhy donât you spend the night in my room?â you asked while pulling him in for a gentle embrace. You felt a little nod against your chest and pulled him into your bed. âYou stay right there for me ok? Youâre safe in here, he wonât get you. I wonât let him.â You pulled back to see tears threatening to fall but he nodded once again before you went to leave the room.
âY/n please donât go. Heâll hurt you again,â he pleaded as you reached for the door handle.
âItâs ok Y/b/n. I need to help mommy,â you turned to look at him curled in your duvet, âIâll be fine.â
When you reached downstairs all you could smell was alcohol as you saw him. Your father was screaming at your mother as her hand rubbed over the red handprint across her face.
âGet the fuck away from her,â you spat as you ran over to your mother and pushed the man out of your way.
âYou want to say that again you little bitch,â he growled as he shoved you away from your mother.
âI said get the fuck away from her!â you shouted, the rage that was bottled up inside you was now spilling out.
âIâd like to see you try and land a hit on me you pathetic little bitch,â he snarled while taking a swig of the bottle of alcohol in his hand before advancing towards your sobbing mother again. With all your strength you pushed him over before he could swing the bottle at your mother. You didnât register anything till you saw the panic in your mothers eyes and the sinister look on his face before feeling a sudden pain along your stomach and your shirt becoming wet and sticky.
âY/n?â questioned the spy as you had zoned out after her question.
âHuh,â you looked at her before replying, âOh. Uh no thanks, Iâve had enough for today.â You smiled at her while rubbing the back of your neck, your nails digging into the skin there to punish yourself you being so vulnerable. âIâm going to go now Nat. Thanks for training,â you smiled at her before leaving her alone in the gym.
He broke her heart, left money in her hand So everything got paid for
âSo Y/n, whatâs your favourite childhood memory?â asked Tony as the whole team were enjoying a nice night in, sharing stories to provide entertainment.
âThereâs so many how could I choose?â you lied while laughing with the others, trying your best to avoid the subject.
âCome on,â Tony said with a hint of stubbornness in his tone, âThereâs got to be one thatâs your favourite?â
âYeah come on Y/n,â spoke a few other Avengers
âOk, ok,â you raised your hands in defeat as you thought carefully, trying to find a happy memory. âIt was my little brothers birthday and my mother and father gave us money to go to the local fair with,â you started trying to talk about your father in a way that didnât seem like he ruined your life when thatâs all he did, âHe wanted to go on every single ride with me and practically dragged me around the place,â you laughed at the memory of seeing his face, his smile bright enough to light up a room. âBut we went on this one ride that was too much for him and he swore to me he would never go on a ride ever again,â you chuckled at remembering his pale face as if he had just done the scariest thing in the world.
âHey you ok?â you asked as he stumbled off the ride, a little smile on his face.
âYeah Iâm fine,â he gasped out while walking with you to exit the ride, â I am never going on another ride ever again,â he exclaimed while looking at you. You raised your eyebrow at his suggestion before he quickly said, âHey Iâm being serious! That was terrifying!â you laughed at his seriousness before giving him a side hug and looking for your parents. After scanning the crowd you saw your father talking to another woman, his hands on her waist and a flirtatious look in his eyes. You looked past him to see your mother stood alone smoking, looking as if she was about to cry on the spot. You suggested to your brother that you could go find a game to play to avoid him seeing your parents.
A hand on your leg snapped you back to your thoughts. Natasha saw how after a moment or two of remembering the event your smile seemed to falter so she tried to bring you back to reality.
âSeems like someone was enjoying the memory too much,â she joked before changing the subject to spare you. After a while you slipped out of the room and no one seemed to notice. Well except for a certain redhead.
A few weeks later you found yourself at one of Starks after parties along with your team mates who had all seemed to had a bit to drink from the earlier main party. You were the only one there who hadnât drunk anything alcoholic as you refused to drink anything like that. You zoned out while everyone started to talk as this wasnât one of the things you liked to do. You started to pay attention to what was happening when you heard two male voices starting to get louder. You gripped the arm of the sofa you were sat in while your leg started to bounce slightly in anxiety. When Tony and Steve had started to properly argue and shout at each other you felt your thoughts spiralling out of control. Flashes how he would shout at you mother filled your brain, how he would beat her for wanting the best for their children, no her children, he had lost the title of being your father the first time he hit your mother. Other painful memories invaded your brain such as how he would hit you, pin you to the ground and do unimaginable things to a child and laugh as he saw your brother and mother shy away in fear. Your breath started to quicken and your hands started to tremble so you decided you needed to leave the room as quick as possible.
Suddenly you stood up and left the room as everyone was preoccupied with stopping the super soldier and billionaire from fighting. You managed to get to the roof of the compound, the place where you would go if anything became too much such as now, before your legs gave way and you collapsed against the wall. You let your body take control as you couldnât keep the emotions in anymore. Your whole body violently shook as you sobbed into your hands.
All you could see was him. His face. His hands as he held you down. The screams of your mother. Your screams. The silhouette of your younger brother watching. The smell of alcohol. The feeling of pain. The feeling of when he would-
âY/nâŚâ Natashaâs tone was laced with fear as she saw you against the wall. After seeing you leave when the boys had started to fight she seemed to piece together an idea of what had happened to you and went to check on you. You didnât look up when you heard her you couldnât bring yourself to do it. What would she think of you now? A weak girl troubled by her past? A pathetic excuse of a person? A waste of space? She stepped towards you to try and comfort you but you flinched away at the sound of her footsteps.
âPlease,â you sobbed out, âPlease leave me alone,â you begged, âPlease donât hurt me,â you croaked out before glancing at her feet to see where she was.
And when you told me the whole story I felt like throwing up
âY/n,â she softly whispered, âIts me Nat. Iâm not going to hurt you I promise.â You looked up slowly to see the spy through your tear filled eyes.
âNat?â your voice shakily asked.
âYeah itâs me. Can I come closer to your?â She watched as you tensed up before nodding at her request, your eyes meeting hers.
I can see it on your face it was rough Left a bad taste on your tongue
She slowly walked towards you and crouched next to you so you could see where she was without raising your head too much. âHey its ok Y/n,â she cooed causing you to relax, âIâve got you now. Your safe.â She repeated the phrase again and again till your sobs turned to whimpers and your body wasnât shaking as much. âCan I touch you?â she whispered scared if she spoke too loud you would feel scared again. You weakly nodded and she gently cupped your face with her hands and wiped away the tears on your face.
And she didn't even take any drugs She would rain all day Couldn't wait for her sun to shine
You looked into her green eyes expecting to see disappointment or even disgust but all you saw was love and care. You hesitantly reached forward with your hands, wanting to hold her close and find comfort in someone but you stopped. You didnât want to cross any boundaries with her as you thought it was bad enough that she was seeing you like this. Picking up on what you wanted, she carefully moved her hands around your shoulders and pulled you into her lap. She held you close and tightly as you started to cry into her neck. You murmured apologies against her skin until she told you it wasnât your fault. You stayed quiet after that and just held onto her. She didnât realise how much you needed her but she was happy to stay with you through it all.
And you made it shine There when she cried, you saved her life
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Sticking Out Sucks pt 2
Summary: After a good nights sleep, the three of you have a good heart to heart and when it comes time to it, they stuck up for you against the team, showing you how much they truly love you.
Age: 13
Warnings: blood, slight anxiety other then that pure and utter fluff.
Type: fluff, fluff and more fluff.
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Y/nâs pov
I donât remember much of last night after knocking the mop over all I know is that Wanda and Natasha at one point weâre comforting me which was weird in itself.
I stirred slightly before noticing a presence beside me, well more like under me. my head was laid against someoneâs chest, i could hear their steady heartbeat and smell their perfume. My eyes fluttered open slowly and the first thing i saw was a mass of red hair. I gasped wrenching out of her arms but winced when an IV pulled my skin. âShitâŚâ
Wanda shot up from her position, asleep next to the bed in a chair and reached her hands out. âBaby donât pull on that. Weâll get it taken out properly.â My head whipped up to stare at her as she stood across the bed from me, one arm stretched out, the other clutching the sheets under Natasha who had propped herself up on her elbows staring at me confused.
âWha- why- whatâs g-going on?â My voice came out in a hoarse whisper, grating against the throat.
âYou got shot yesterday detka⌠you almost passed out in the hallway. Turns out you also had a fever. You spent the night in the medbay. We didnât want to leave you alone.â Wanda explained softly sitting back down, giving me space to figure out what was going on.
âBut-but why was I sleeping on NatashaâŚ?â A glimpse of sadness flickered over the redheads eyes before she gently smiled. âYou were upset last night darling so you asked me to cuddle. Come here, let me take the IV out and we can go find somewhere more comfortable to talk hmm?â I bit my lip nodding carefully, sizing them both up before I took small steps toward the bed where Natasha gently took my hand and pulled the IV drip out of my arm. She placed a bandage over the spot, kissing it, almost out of instinct.
A look of confusion must have flickered across my face because Wanda sighed softly. âCome darling, letâs go sit in the living room hmm?â I retracted my hands and interlaced them together in front of me and followed the couple as we went towards the living room. They seemed to have a conversation with each other through their minds.
I sighed as my anxiety started to increase. I struggled the most being around these two as Iâve always wished they could almost mother figures towards me however they donât like me. They sat on the couch, side by side, their hands interlaced. I sat in an armchair, crossing my legs underneath me, causing me to wince before untucking my left leg and let it hang down, swinging back and forth slightly. My head was tucked down, my eyes staring at my hands which were now picking at my skin around my thumbs, a bad habit I picked up from being around Natasha.
âWe need to talk to you detka.â Natasha said quietly. âWe messed up in the past. We shouldnât have been treating you the way we were. It wasnât fair.â
âYouâre right it wasnât.â I snapped, my defences coming out as i glanced up at them through my eyelashes, the look of sadness flickered across their faces confused me.
âDetka⌠let us finish okay?â Wanda said softly, I nodded softly in response. âWe messed up. We want to make things right and explain why we acted the way we did. Can we do that?â I nodded softly finally looking up at them as Natasha continued. âYou shouldnât be on this team. Not because you arenât skilled enough but because youâre still so young. You deserve better, to try and live as a teenager. We hoped maybe if we didnât get close to you then maybe you would want to leave. You would ask Fury to move you⌠but youâre to stubborn for that.â I snorted slightly nodding my head, knowing fine well sheâs right on that count.
âYou are so important malyshka. You deserve to have a family which if you would like, me and Natasha would like to be that for you. Even if you donât want us to be your official parents, we would still like to be your guardians y/n. People you can rely on. Talk to. Go to if youâre upset or scared or hurt.â Wanda said, her eyes full of fear, fear of what? I have no idea, all I know is I never wanted her to feel it again. âLast night when you were out of it, you called us mama and momma. It really made us realize how much we care about you.â
During her talk, my eyes welled up, tears filling them up, my hands picking at the skin even more now, causing it to bleed. I leaped out of my seat and clambered into Natashaâs arms, my tears turning into light sobs as I buried into her neck. âMama⌠it was real⌠you-you⌠you wanted meâŚâ
Natashaâs arms wrapped around my body, pulling me into her, rocking was back and forth gently. I felt warm drops on my head and looked up at her blinking softly. âMama⌠donât cryâŚâ
âTheyâre happy tears detka⌠Iâm just glad you feel so safe with us⌠we love you so much and we will spend the rest of our lives showing you that.â She said pressing kisses all over my face, making me erupt in giggles before Wanda stole me and tugged me on to her lap, her arms wrapped around my waist, pressing kisses into my head. âWe love you so much detka⌠so muchâŚâ
âI love you guys too mommaâŚâ I murmured burying into the crook of her neck, my arms wrapping around her neck. I yawned softly into her neck and then felt her chuckle softly. âIf youâre sleepy detka, take a nap, we wonât go anywhere okay?â I nodded softly into her neck and after reaching my arm out for Natasha who placed her hand in mine allowing me to pull her closer, snuggled into the two falling asleep rather quickly.
Natashaâs pov
Y/n pulling my arm so I was wrapped around her and Wanda made my heart flutter. This sweet girl took our talk so well. Sheâs already so comfortable around us. I love her so much. It makes my whole body melt. The three of us sat like this, cuddled together, Wanda and I just chatting about nothing until a loud bang of a door slamming opened, caused y/n to jump and start shaking in our arms.
âShhh⌠youâre okay detka⌠it was just the guys being loud⌠youâre okayâŚâ Wanda muttered into the girls hair squeezing her slightly. I shot a hard glance at Tony, Thor and Sam who stumbled in laughing loudly. They all froze seeing my glance and gulped. âSorry⌠didnât mean to wake your girlfriend TashaâŚâ
âYou didnât. You woke our daughter asshole.â Wanda snapped looking up at Tony who raised an eyebrow and stepped forward seeing y/n in our arms, a small shake still running through her small body. âYouâre-youâre⌠sorry do we like her now?â
âWeâve always liked her Stark. Honestly Iâm so annoyed with you guys. By the way, youâre lucky that y/n needs me right now. Iâm close to snapping your neck. You are the reason she got shot yesterday the. you had the audacity to blame it on her?! Youre fucking sick. Sheâs a kid! She doesnât deserve to be treated the way we have all been treating her.â I warned sending him one of my classic Natasha glares. The man visible gulped and took three steps back. âFrom now on, Wanda and I will be in charge of y/n. If you treat her badly, you will pay. She also wonât be going on missions until we agree sheâs ready and old enough. Do you understand me?!â All three men nodded quickly before shooting out of the room. I took a deep breath before a soft whisper came from below me.
âMamaâŚ?â I looked down to see y/nâs bright green eyes staring up at me. âReallyâŚ? No more missionsâŚ? No more⌠having to hurt people?â
Wanda squeezed her eyes shut, a sob choking out of her throat. âMomma??â
âNo baby. No more missions or hurting others. From now on you will be a teenager. A regular kid who has two living mamas okay?â Y/n broke into a grin and flung her arms around both of our necks repeating thank you over and over. âI love you mama.â She said placing a kiss on my cheek. âI love you momma.â She said placing a soft kiss on Wandaâs cheek, making the brunette grin widely and attack her face with an abundance of kisses.
âAnd we love you to detka. With all our hearts.â
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5 y/o y/n hears the saying 'step on a crack, break your mother's back' and one day when she's playing she steps on a crack on the side walk, the thing is Natasha's on a mission, and Y/N's convinced she just killed Natasha lol
Cracked Concrete
WinterWidow x Daughter!Reader
Summary: A rhyme you had overheard at preschool sent you to believe that you had hurt Natasha when you stepped on a crack playing outside.
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It was a quiet morning, you were dressed in your favourite superhero pyjamas, ready to start your day. Bucky sat at the kitchen table, nursing a cup of coffee while keeping an eye on you. Natasha had left early that morning for a mission, leaving a kiss on both your and Bucky's foreheads before she slipped out silently.
Your day began with the usual routine: breakfast, a bit of morning cartoons, and then some playtime outside. Outside the Avengers Compound had become your personal playground. You loved hopping, skipping, and drawing chalk masterpieces on the concrete canvas.
As you played, you remembered a rhyme you'd heard at preschool: "Step on a crack, break your mother's back." It had sounded silly at the time, a fun thing to chant while skipping along the pavement. As you played hopscotch, your focus wavered and your little foot landed squarely on a crack in the pavement.
For a moment, you froze, the rhyme echoing in your mind. Your imagination, as vivid as a 5-year-old's is, conjured images of Natasha in peril. Your heart began to race, and tears welled up in your eyes as the panic began to set in. The thought of your mother being hurt because of a silly rhyme was too much for you to bear. âMama!â You cried.
Without another thought, you turned on your heel and sprinted back into the compound, your small sneakers pounding against the pavement as your tiny legs carried you as fast as they could. You burst through the door, your face streaked with tears, calling out for your father. "Daddy! Daddy!" You cried, your voice shaking.
Bucky was still sitting at the kitchen table with his cup of coffee, he jumped up at the sound of your distress. He quickly knelt down to your level, concern etched on his face. "Baby doll, what's wrong?" He asked, wrapping his arms around your trembling form.
"Daddy, I stepped on a crack!" You wailed, tears streaming down your rosy cheeks. "I broke Mama's back! I broke it, and now she's... she's..."
Bucky gently cupped your face in his hands, wiping away your tears with his thumbs. "Y/N, sweetie, listen to me," He said softly but firmly. "That's just a silly rhyme. Itâs not real. Mama's going to be just fine."
"But what if she's not?" You hiccuped, your eyes wide with fear.
Bucky's heart ached at seeing you so distressed. He scooped you up into his arms, holding you close. "I promise you, Mama is strong and nothing like that could ever hurt her," He reassured you. "She's on a mission right now, being the brave superhero she always is. Sheâll be home soon, safe and sound."
You sniffled, burying your face in your fatherâs shoulder. "Really?" You mumbled.
"Really," Bucky affirmed, his voice gentle and soothing. "Now, how about we call her together and see how she's doing?"
You nodded, your tears beginning to subside. Though you wouldnât be at full peace until you heard Natashaâs voice. Bucky pulled out his phone and dialled Natasha's number. After a few rings, Natashaâs familiar voice came through the speaker.
"Hey, Bucky," Natasha said, her tone bright despite the distance.
"Hi, Mama!" You piped up, your voice still a bit shaky but you had calmed down much more hearing Natâs voice.
"Hey, Malyshka!" Natasha replied warmly. "What's going on?"
You took a deep breath, "I stepped on a crack, and I thought I hurt you," You confessed.
Natasha chuckled softly. "Oh, N/N, I'm perfectly fine. You donât need to worry about me. Cracks canât hurt me, I promise."
"Really?"
"Really," Natasha assured you. "Iâll be home soon, and I canât wait to see you. I love you so much, Y/N."
"I love you too, Mama," You said, a smile finally breaking through your tears.
Bucky ended the call and kissed the top of your head. "See? Mama's okay."
You nodded, your fear replaced by relief. "Okay, Daddy. Thank you."
Bucky hugged you tightly, grateful that the immediate crisis had been averted. "Of course, baby doll. Now, letâs go back outside and play. I'll make sure no more cracks sneak up on you."
You giggled loudly, the sound like music to Bucky's ears. âSneaky cracks! Tell Uncle Tony to fix âem!â
Bucky laughed and took your hand, leading you back outside. âYeah, weâll tell Uncle Tony, he needs to get on top of these things.â
Hand in hand, You headed back out into the sunshine. Bucky made sure to steer you away from the cracks as the two of you played some hopscotch.
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Flufftober Day 2
@flufftober
Prompt: âLeft. Other left!â
Pairing: Blackhill x kid!Reader (no pronouns used)
Summary: You make a mistake in training, causing you to question yourself. Maria and Natasha reassure you that everything is okay.
Word Count: ~550
Warnings: self-doubt, training injury, vaguely implied past child abuse, hurt/comfort
A/N: readerâs age isnât specified, but itâs implied that they are too young to be an Avenger
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âWatch your left flank! Other left!â Maria yelped in alarm.
You doubled over as pain blossomed in your back and stomach. Natashaâs roundhouse kick hadnât been particularly hard (her full strength probably wouldâve killed you), but it still hurt.
Natasha winced and lightly ran a hand over your shoulders.âYou okay, kid?â
âIâll be fine.â You wanted to prove to them that you were strong enough without your powers, âI just need to pay closer attention next time.â
Maria and Nat shared a look as your eyes stayed downcast even as you straightened back up. Rubbing your shoulder affectionately, Natasha bumped her hip against yours, ignoring your squeak of surprise.
âHey, you were lot better today. Nobody expects you to be perfect at this, you know.â
They werenât trying to be patronizing. But it was hard not to see it that way. Wanda, who was helping you control your astral projection and dream walking, often said similar things. It was because you were so young, you hypothesized. Nobody expected much from you, but at the same time it felt like they were expecting too much. It was equal parts infuriating and terrifying. What if you didnât get better? What if you didnât even want to be an Avenger when you got older?
You mumbled something unintelligible and swallowed thickly, âI should be better than this.â
âBeating yourself up about it isnât going to help,â Maria said, âall that does is make you overthink and send you spiraling. Think about how far youâve come just in the past month.â
âEveryone else is so much more capable than me. I should be doing more than this,â you exclaimed, frustrated with them. And yourself. That too.
Tears started to form in your eyes and you rapidly blinked to keep them at bay. Maria swept you into a hug and you buried your face into her.
âThere is no âshouldâ when it comes to this. Youâre doing what you can in the moment. Nobody can ask for more than that.â
âButââ
âShh,â Natasha stroked your hair, âeveryone here sees how much effort you put in. We just want to make sure youâre okay, physically and mentally.â
Natasha and Maria almost didnât hear when you spoke. âReally?â
Maria kissed the top of your head. âYes, really. I promise.â
âIâm sorry for being such a mess.â Your words were muffled by Mariaâs shirt.
Maria gripped you tighter. âYou have nothing to be sorry for.â She looked at Nat and smiled, âThis is nothing compared to what Nat was like when we first met, and I love her more than almost anything.â
âAwww, I love you too, Masha.â
âPlease donât kiss while Iâm standing in between you,â you grumbled. âThat would be gross.â
They laughed, simultaneously kissing your temples.
âWe love you, you know,â Maria said. âEveryone here does, but us especially.â
âI know.â It had surprised you the first time they said it. You werenât used to adults saying things like that to you so freely. You didn't say it back often, but they didnât mind. It would be hypocritical of them to judge you for not saying it.
Maria ruffled your hair. âGood. Do you want to go again?â
You looked up at her and grinned.
âLetâs do it.â
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there's this kid around peter she who's new to the team. peter plays a prank to get her to loosen up to the team and possibly make another friend so peter somehow gets her to leave her room and locks her ina. dark closet as a prank but he doesn't know that she's scared of the dark bc of hydra nat and tony find her later and get on peters ass. he tries to apologize but she doesn't wanna hear that shit now any chance he had of being her friend went out the window along with any chance of her finally bonding with the team and peter is tryna fix that. rest is up to you
Prank
Pairing: Avengers x reader, Peter Parker x reader (platonic)
Warning: Angst, hurt, Peter being sweet at the end
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You hummed quietly as you sat on your bed cautiously examining the piece of clothing Natasha had gifted you. A knock on the door pulls you from your thoughts. With hesitant steps you make your way to the door and crack it open to reveal Peter Parker. You remember him from the meeting you were required to go to as a way to meet the others. He was about your age and seemed friendly enough.
He gives you a smile and a wave before he begins talking. âHello! I'm Peter. It's y/n right?â you give him a nod and shuffle on your feet waiting for him to leave. âThe others wanted me to let you know that we have a meeting in 5 minutes.â With that he walks away.
Closing the door you sigh and lean against it. Walking over to your closet you pick out some clothes and get dressed and quickly brush your hair before heading out of your room and down the hall.
As you're walking you hear a noise coming from a closet. Looking around you open the door and frown when you see nothing. Before you could walk away you are quickly shoved into it and the door locks.
âHello? Hello! Let me out!â you scream as tears run down your face. Visions of Hydra quickly enter your mind and you fall to the floor screaming and crying. âLet me out! I'll be good, I promise! Let me out!â The compound begins to shake and Peter begins to get worried.
Footsteps are heard followed by a loud voice âPeter what's going on?â Mr. Stark says. The door opens revealing Natasha, Tony, and Peter on the other side. All three look at your shaking body worriedly. Natasha is the first to move. She slowly makes her way to you and reaches out but you flinch back. She gasps as not even a moment later you run past her down the hall and to your room. The door slams shut and the shaking dies down slowly.
âWhat were you thinking Parker!â Natasha shouts at the boy as she stares daggers at him.
âI was just- I thought that. It was just a prank! I thought it would loosen her up! I thought that maybe she would open up and want to be friends!â He says as tears come to his eyes.
âSo you lock the poor girl in a closet!â Natasha shakes her head and looks to your room debating whether or not to go check on you. WIth a sigh she looks back at Peter. âYou better fix this.â Walking away she walks towards the elevator.
âMr. Stark?â Peter says but Tony just shakes his head and follows after Natasha.
A week after the incident, Peter stands outside your door with some chocolate and an apology that he had practiced for hours to make sure it sounded okay. With a deep breath he knocks on your door.
Opening the door and spotting Peter you immediately go to close it but he quickly holds it open. âWait! Please just let me explain.â He begs. You stand stiffly and cross your arms as you wait for him to speak. âWhat happened that day I didnât know that you would react like that. If I did I wouldnât have done it. I just was going to prank you so that-â
âA prank? I do not know what a prank is but I don't need an explanation. Just stay away from me. Tell everyone else that too, would you. I donât need anymore of these âpranksâ happening. I just want to be alone.â You slam the door in his face and he looks down dejected as he watches the chocolates fall to the ground.
âPeter Parker!â Yelena shouts as she walks into the room with Natasha and Wanda hot on her trail. âFix whatever youâve done to y/n! I was so close to bonding with her! We were gonna go vest shopping! I was going to make her see the joy in pockets!â She shouts as she points at the boy.
âI-I tried. She wonât accept my apology.â He defends himself and backs up as Yelena glares at him. Yelena would always scare him more than anything in the world.
âPeter Parker if you dont-â
âYelena thats enoughâ Natasha calls to her sister. The younger girl huffs and crosses her arms.
Peter stood in your room proud of his work as he looked around at all the glow in the dark stars on your ceiling and the fake flowers, vines, and butterflies that were scattered on your walls. Until now your room had been the exact same since before you started sleeping in it.
As you walked into the room your body seemed to be on Alert. Looking up you gasped at all the things in your room as tears filled your eyes. You continued to look around until you spotted a figure standing in the middle.
âPeter?â You asked softly âWhat. Did you do this?â
âI did. I asked Natasha if she knew of anything you liked. She said you seemed very happy watching the stars and butterflies so I ask Mr. Stark for some help.â With a choked sob you ran into his arms giving him a hug. He was taken back but quickly reciprocated.
âThank you!â
âAnything for you.â He whispered.
After that you had begun warming up to the team. You allowed Yelena to take you vest shopping and you both came back with bags and bags of vests each with different amounts of pockets. Clint and Kate showed you how to shoot a bow and arrow. Natasha helped train you with hand to hand combat while Wanda helped you control your powers. Bruce and Tony showed you around the lab and let you help build new suits and technology. Peter helped you learn what a prank was although you were still very confused but eventually both of you ran around the compound pulling pranks on everyone in sight. You finally had a home and you loved it.
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Hi love your work!
Could you do one where reader is WandaNats daughter (thanks to Wandaâs magic) and is dating MJ? She hasnât come out yet and they walk in on her and MJ doing the â¨spicy⨠if not I understand thanks!
All Grown Up
Pairings: MJ x reader, WandaNat x reader (parent/child)
Word count: 1,398
Warnings: kissing, making out, getting caught, overprotective!Nat, slight humor, think thatâs all!
I donât really know MJâs age so I didnât feel comfortable writing smut for her, but I hope this is good enough!
No one is permitted to steal, copy, or reblog my work as their own!!
âY/N? Y/N, honey, weâre home!â The two women were confused when receiving no answer from their child. They frowned, looking at each other before shrugging, assuming you were napping or just didnât hear them. They went to the kitchen, placing down the few bags of groceries and unpacking the food.
Meanwhile, you were in your room, not napping, but instead cuddled up close to your girlfriend with some small music playing in the background. Her fingers ran through your hair and you smiled with pure joy, staring up at her beautiful face.
âWhatâs on your mind?â You asked out of the blue, breaking the small silence falling over you two. She suddenly broke out of her small trance, giving you a reassuring look before bringing her eyes back to the ceiling.
âNothing. Just thinking about how lucky I am to have you.â
âSuch a flirt.â You rolled your eyes playfully, earning a small chuckle from her.
âIâm serious, baby, I canât believe I pulled you.â You gave her a look of faux offense.
âExcuse me, you did not âpullâ me, you asked me out and I thought Iâd say yes.â
âSame thing.â The same comfortable silence fell between you two until she turned to stare at you, only to find your eyes still on hers. She gently grasped your chin, licking her lips and staring at yours before leaning in and pressing her mouth against yours. You sighed into the kiss, your body coming to a full relaxation as your originally tense muscles rested.
She maneuvered her body to lie on her side, now being able to wrap her arm around your waist. She rubbed up and down your back, landing on your ass and giving a small squeeze. You pulled away as a yelp left you, only to feel her pulling you back onto her.
âGod, youâre so perfect.â She mumbled against your lips. Your legs tangled up together as she laid on top of your fragile body.
âYou continue cooking, Iâll go get her.â Wanda nodded and kissed her wifeâs cheek before she went up the stairs, her eyes traveling to her tight jeans that showed off more than needed.
When Nat finally reached the top of the steps and stood in front of your door, she heard soft sounds of music playing and assumed you were relaxing or sleeping. So, she didnât bother to spend more than a quick second knocking. After all, you were her child, sheâs seen everything with you. Except this.
âSwee- Oh my God!â She quickly shut the door, her eyes kept shut as she was too afraid to open them and risk seeing the same sight again, even if she was on the other side of the room. She quickly found her way back to the steps and into the kitchen where her wife stared at her oddly.
âEverything okay?â
âYeah! Yeah, everythingâs fine.â She sat at the table, hands in her lap as her leg bounced nervously.
âDid you walk in on them changing again? I told you to start knock-â
âOur childâs gay.â Wanda whipped her head around, gazing at the woman who looked like she had just seen a porno for the first time. Itâs not like she had walked in on you two having sex, but she didnât exactly like the thought of her child making out with someone in their bed.
âThere was another girl in their bed, and they were kissing..passionately.â Natâs awkwardness made Wanda want to laugh, and she did. Nat looked at her like she had just killed her puppy, and while Wanda wasnât facing her, she could already see the exact face she was making.
âRelax, itâs not like you walked in on them having an orgy or anything. And besides, who cares if theyâre gay? They have two moms after all.â
âI donât care if theyâre gay, I care about the girl who was on top of my own child!â She stated, starting to bite her nails as she thought of the worst possible scenarios. âWhat if I hadnât stopped it when I did? What if my baby lost her-â
âSweetheart, youâre overthinking again.â Nat let out a deep sigh before Wanda continued calmly, âIf Y/N wanted to come to us, they wouldâve. Maybe they just werenât ready yet.â
âWhy wouldnât they be ready? I mean, weâre supportive, right? Oh, God, what if they think they canât come to us with this stuff? What if we scared them away with all of our dating talks?â Wanda placed the spaghetti in four bowls. Usually, it would just be three, but seeming as you had a guest, she made extra.
âI mean, you did tell them theyâre not allowed to date until youâre at least fifty.â The reminder made Nat roll her eyes and quickly chomp down on the food her wife made in nervousness.
âJust act normal, when theyâre ready to talk to us, they will. I promise. Youâre not a bad mom, there are just some things you donât exactly want to tell your parents.â She placed her hand on top of Natâs and she nodded, trying to relax herself when she heard footsteps coming down the stairs.
âH-hey, mom. Hey, momma.â You exclaimed, expecting your momma to be giving you the death glare right about now. But she was looking right past you, trying to get a better look at the girl standing fearfully behind you. You moved aside, letting her be seen as she stuttered out a greeting just like you. You and she both had made plans on how youâd tell your parents, but one of them catching you two kissing wasnât one of them.
âAh, hello, sweetheart! It is lovely to meet you.â Wanda shook the younger girl's hand as she felt the sweat on it. MJ was clearly nervous, but your mom quickly helped ease those fears.
âUh, hi, Mrs. Romanoff. Itâs lovely to meet you as well.â She grabbed the two bowls on the counter and handed them to you both.
âOne rule, kiddo, no eating in your room. Youâll have to eat with us.â She was stern yet soft with your girlfriend, but your momma still hadnât made herself known.
âExcuse my wife, sheâs a bit shy with people.â MJ chuckled, trying to make amends with the other Mrs. Romanoff.
âHey, Miss. Itâs nice to meet you.â She offered her hands to shake, and Nat raised a brow at the gesture. Wanda cleared her throat in warning, giving the redhead a warning glare that had Nat easing up.
âSup, kid.â Your girlfriend was forced to sit next to you and her while she didnât keep her darkened eyes off of her the entire time.
âSo, what are your intentions with my kid?â She crossed her arms, trying to get the muscles under her black shirt to show off to make the college student fear her even more.
âMomma!â
âWhat? Iâm just wondering if this girlâs right for you.â You shook your head and rested it in your hands.
âForget her question, I want to know how you two met.â
âUh-â
âNo, answer my question. What are your intentions with Y/N?â
âWell-â
âIgnore her. Answer my question first, sweetie.â
âOkay! Weâll be heading upstairs now. Thank you for the food, Mom, love you guys.â You quickly dragged your girlfriend out of the room and back up to yours, rushing to close the door until you heard a soft shout from downstairs,
âDoor open at least six inches! I will measure!â
âDonât listen to her!â You both chuckled at your parent's actions, leaving the door cracked open just a bit and returning to the comfort of your bed. You reached for the remote and turned on the show you two had been binging for a week now.
While you had thought she was joking, Nat did in fact bring a measuring tape to the door and scolded you both when it only met half of her request. Wanda had pulled her out of the room and shut the door for you to have some privacy. MJ was laughing quietly as she listened to the bickering between your parents, turning to you as she did earlier and muttering,
âAs much as I love you, your moms are so much cooler.â
âI will get my mom to beat your ass if you donât shut up.â
âYes, maâam.â
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