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Hi! Love your writing! Can I please request Y/N being Natasha and Wanda’s daughter? Maybe like Y/N gets sick and her moms take care of her, lots of cuddles and fluff 🥰 Ty!

Battle of the Fever (Natasha Romanoff & Wanda Maximoff x Daughter!Reader)

Summary: Natasha and Wanda return from a mission to find their daughter sick.

Authors Note: Thanks for requesting! I’m sorry there’s not really cuddles in this. I couldn’t figure out how to fit it in. Hopefully the fluff is enough! Also, as reminder, I write Wanda as Romani and Jewish because in the comics, she is Romani and Jewish.

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Descending down the stairs, Clint let out a low, tired whistle as he ran a hand through his hair. Three days ago, Natasha, Wanda, Steve, Thor, and Bruce had left for a special mission. One day ago, his niece and goddaughter Y/N had practically stumbled into the Avengers tower. He had been relaxing on the couch, reading a magazine when she emerged from the elevator. He still remembered F.R.I.D.A.Y announcing her arrival and looking up, nearly mistaking her for a zombie at first glance. (In his defense: she did look like one, but he never said that out-loud.)

It turns out that she had caught a nasty cold and developed a chill and a fever amongst the usual annoying symptoms. Unfortunately for the pair, their resident doctor was unavailable and Y/N insisted that they not bother Dr. Cho, saying that they could handle it themselves. Clint was prepared to take on the task, having dealt with many whiny, sniffling children of his own. But that was the other thing: as much as he wanted to, he couldn’t watch over her 24/7. He was a father himself and needed to go home to his wife and children. In his absence, Tony would take over, clad in his Iron Man suit as he absolutely refused to get infected from a teen.

On the bright side, the team was expected to arrive home any day now — perhaps even any minute. Clint had been so caught up in his trial and error to bring Y/N’s fever down that he hadn’t checked on the team’s progress. Now, Y/N had fallen into an uncomfortable sleep, but was resting nonetheless, giving Clint a break.

He wouldn’t say this to her, but he had grown worried about her condition. He knew that it was nothing serious, but not knowing when it would get better was his main concern. Plus, if Y/N didn’t get better soon, Clint would face the mighty wrath of two angry, protective mamas.

“Hawkeye is the best! Hawkeye is the best!”

Clint blinked, pulled back from his thoughts by the ringtone he had F.R.I.D.A.Y program. He got it out of his pocket, looking down at the screen to see the smiling face of Wanda staring back at him. He answered it with a simple, “Hello.”

“Hey! We’re going to be back soon. In about an hour or less, if Natasha speeds,” Wanda told him. Based on her cheery tone, Clint figured that the mission had gone well on their end.

Well, at least one of them had succeeded.

He imagined his redheaded partner-in-crime adamant to return home, since neither she nor Wanda tolerated being away from Y/N for very long on missions. She’d increase the Quinjet’s speed when Steve wasn’t looking (although she wouldn’t bother to hide it from him anyway, but she was a spy — sneaking was in her nature).

“That’s great! Maybe you guys can hold off on the mission briefing for a bit?” He proposed.

Although he couldn’t see it, he had a gut feeling that Wanda’s demeanor shifted immediately (and he would be right). “Why? Is everything okay?” She fretted, her nerves clear as day.

Clint bit his lip, eyes sweeping around the tower’s living room as he briefly wondered if he should go back and check up on Y/N. “She’s sick, Wan. It’s nothing too bad, but she’s had a fever since yesterday,” he admitted to her.

The Avenger quieted and Clint heard some shuffling before her voice picked up again. “Oh, dear. We’ll be back soon. Can I talk to her?”

He cast a look at the doorway, to the stairs where he had come from. “She’s sleeping now. She was up most of the night last night — at least that’s what Tony said,” he reported, recalling how the businessman quite literally typed up what happened on their paperwork. (He claimed he needed something to do while he watched Y/N, but they both knew that it was his way of distracting himself from his worries.)

“Poor dear,” Wanda murmured and he heard her take a deep breath. “We’ll see you soon.”

The moment Natasha steered the Quinjet to touch down on the ground, she was out of her seat. Steve just barely made it to the controls in time to keep the wheels from being damaged.

Wanda popped up from her own seat and was hot on her trail, speeding up so they could walk side-by-side. Neither one of them needed to exchange any words, Wanda’s hand interlacing with Natasha’s with a firm grip was enough.

Both women were too deep into their own thoughts that they hadn’t realized that Bruce was right behind them, saying something about having to bring down Y/N’s fever. In fact, they only registered his presence when he slipped into the elevator before the doors could close.

“Oh, Bruce!” Natasha said, blinking as she watched the doctor catch his breath.

Bruce managed a tired smile at the wives. “We-we gotta bring her fever down. Depending on how high it is, an ice bath would be best. I gotta conduct the team check-ups as procedure, but all the medicine should be in the bathroom and let me know if Y/N needs anything,” he said.

Natasha nodded and found herself smiling at him. His words were music to her ears; a nice relief as it was the first piece of good news she had gotten since their mission had succeeded. “Thank you, Bruce,” she murmured, the weight of her gratitude conveyed in her simple words. She watched as he got off at two floors before them, heading to his and Tony’s shared lab.

Once the elevator continued its journey, Wanda’s hand found Natasha’s again. Natasha only had enough time to give her a reassuring squeeze before the doors opened; both women immediately sprinting out once they could.

Natasha went straight for Clint, her best friend, while Wanda made a beeline for Y/N’s room. He quickly greeted the spy and updated her on her daughter’s condition, and then followed her as she made her way to Y/N’s bedroom as well.

Not bothering to knock, Wanda’s heart broke when she saw her daughter lying in a sweaty heap on her bed. Her eyes were only half-open, her entire body trembling with each cough. Wanda left the door open for Clint and Natasha, who came tumbling in moments after, and gravitated towards Y/N’s bedside.

Natasha did the same as her wife, heading to Y/N’s unoccupied side, while Clint ducked out of the room to give his friends privacy and to get more medicine and supplies.

“Honey,” Wanda said softly, pressing the back of her hand to her daughter’s forehead. At the warmness she felt, she sent a look to her wife. “It’s your moms. We’re back from the mission.”

Y/N blinked a couple times until she could open them all the way, looking around until the realization set in of whom she was facing. “Hi,” she croaked out, managing a weak smile.

“How are you feeling? Let’s take your temperature,” Natasha said, taking the thermometer from Clint who had returned to the room. He crossed to the other side of the bed to give Wanda a damp cloth, a glass of water, and various medicines.

Y/N nodded and slowly eased herself up a little bit, leaning forward to allow her mother to take her temperature. They waited until the beep, and Natasha frowned as she reported that her temperature was 100 degrees. Not a high fever, but a fever nonetheless. Wanda took it upon herself to drape the damp cloth on Y/N’s forehead, and the teenager quickly relaxed.

Clint excused himself and the mothers calmly watched their daughter until her breathing had evened out and she had fallen asleep. For the first time since hearing about Y/N’s condition, Natasha allowed her muscles to relax as she lent back in her chair. Wanda smiled at her from the other side sympathetically and sighed.

“I know we haven’t done much, but just being here makes me feel better already,” Natasha murmured, her gaze shifting back to Y/N.

Wanda nodded, humming in agreement. “I think I’ll go cook us some dinner — if that’s okay? I’m thinking her favorite, with a side of soup in case it’s too much,” she said.

“That sounds wonderful,” Natasha agreed, catching Wanda’s hand and giving it an affectionate squeeze when she passed.

After she left and closed the door behind herself, Natasha continued watching over their daughter. She could tell that Y/N still wasn’t feeling the best, but at least she was not suffering as much since she was asleep.

When Wanda returned with the food, the smell lured Y/N out of her sleep. However, she awoke in a coughing fit, and Natasha jumped to pat her on the back while Wanda patiently held up a glass of water for her. When the coughs slowly subsided, she gratefully took small sips.

“Thank you,” she said, sounding less frog-like. Sniffing, Y/N’s eyes widened with glee when she spotted the food her mother cooked.?

Natasha and Wanda chuckled fondly at that, and Wanda put aside a serving for her daughter and wife. “Small bites, dear,” she advised.

Y/N nodded eagerly, and her mothers weren’t even sure if she had listened to what Wanda had said. The moment she was handed the plate, the dug into the food. Chewing, she leant back against her pillows dramatically.

“So good!” She said, her voice muffled by the food.

Natasha and Wanda smiled and dug into their own food. By the time the meal was finished, Y/N was already starting to feel better. She continued to let her mothers take care of her and the next morning — they had successfully won the battle against Y/N’s fever.

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